Honghuang: An Ancient Willow Beneath the Everlasting Azure Sky

Standing at the end of endless epochs, I take the river of time as my roots and the Great Dao as my burial, turning them into nourishment.

Across the myriad worlds and countless times and spaces, legends of me are told.

Some call me the Tree of the Apocalypse, the end of an epoch.

Others call me the Root of Origin, the primordial spirit of creation.

The vast worlds are no more than grains of sand in my eyes.

Eternal epochs flow between my fingers.

With a single thought, I can create the myriad heavens and transcend time and space.

With a single thought, I can decay all living beings and overturn countless kalpas.

I am the progenitor of the myriad Daos and the end of reincarnation.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.