When I woke up, I had become a nameless little demon in the Jie Sect's Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, about to be blasted to smithereens along with the formation by the Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect.
Just as despair set in, the [Myth Storytelling Machine] awakened.
This System grants no cultivation, offers no magical treasures, and has only one function: it can project any “story” I tell across Heaven and Earth, letting everyone see, hear, and feel it, while accepting it as “another truth that may have happened.”
[I say: Once, Pangu split Heaven and Earth. His left eye became the sun, his right eye the moon, and his vital essence became the Twelve Ancestral Witches. A drop of blood from his heart also became a stone monkey, named...]
In an instant, Heaven and Earth changed color. A gaze that lorded over the Three Realms turned from beyond the skies. “Who's telling the story of my origins?”
[I say: The sun sets over a long river, a lone plume of smoke rises from the desert. A monk journeys west, accompanied by three disciples...]
On Mount Ling, the Victorious Fighting Buddha, the Messenger of the Pure Altar, and the Golden Arhat all opened their eyes, their faces stricken with shock!
Meanwhile, facing the immortals of the Chan Sect, who were about to grind my bones to dust, I looked at the lone, proud figure in the formation, surrounded by four peerless evil swords and on the verge of defeating them all, and slowly began to speak.
“Today, I shall tell a tale of the Jie Sect's ‘past,’ a little-known ‘story’ about the Heavenly Lord Tongtian!”
