People say that Gonggong, the water god, touched Mount Buzhou in anger and was an evil god who destroyed the sky.
I am his grandson. My father hid me for seventeen years. Before he died, he only left me a few words: "Water, don't believe it."
The night I escaped from Youzhou, the clay pot in my arms rang - there was a drop of water in the pot, which was my grandfather's blood. From now on, all the waters in the world recognize me. If you touch it, you can see what the water remembers: it has blocked the water for a thousand years, but in the end it was not the water that blocked it, but the sky.
Shenting is chasing me, my old ministers are waiting for me, and the Miaojiang witch said that the dragon is waiting for me to pick him up. But I just want to ask him one thing - the night you broke the Tianzhu, were you destroying the sky or saving the world?
