Is This Really the Investiture of the Gods?

In an age when people were few and beasts many, when children knew their mothers but not their fathers, I had hoped to govern diligently and live a little more comfortably in this real and primitive society. Then I discovered that demons and white-haired foxes really existed, as did all sorts of strange spells and Qi Refiners of unknown origin. So Zishou found himself troubled by one extremely important question: "Am I actually in the Investiture of the Gods world from the Primordial-era genre?" And his second question was: "Where's my big fox? Who made my big fox drift away!?"