When a ray of modern consciousness fell into the chaotic and undivided wilderness, he saw Pangu's fallen figure still burning, his flesh and blood turned into mountains and rivers, and his breath turned into wind and thunder - these were the embers of creation and his starting point. When I opened my eyes, I stood on the crack of time. Behind me was the mist of technology and mythology, and in front of me was the battlefield where all races competed.
When I first came to the wilderness, I was just a speck of dust under the protection of the system, but I caught an opportunity on the eve of the three clans' struggle for hegemony. Resources are scarce and powerful enemies are around. Every check-in is like grabbing food from the mouth of fate. I planted the first seed in the original space, and it grew into a bridge to the heavens. But on the road to power, there is always a blockade set up by the old gods. I use technology to break the legal principles, use logic to understand magical powers, and use the rules of heaven and earth for my own use.
Now, the key has been held and the passage will be opened. But who can tell clearly, what awaits me on the other side is the dawn of a new world or a deeper prison? If I can really crush chaos and conquer the heavens, how should I face all sentient beings?
When all boundaries are broken, order collapses, and civilization is rekindled, how should you define yourself?
