The pavilions, rockeries and fish ponds were like a gorgeous tomb, until he fell into the basement and saw the mysterious sand table.
Only then did he realize: This was not a tomb at all.
But it belongs to him... The creation sand table.
He lowered his blood into spiritual tides, guided ferocious beasts to fight for hegemony, and harvested souls to extend their lives. He weaved the way of heaven, set up thunder tribulations, promoted calamities, and cultivated a miniature sand table into a magnificent mythical world!
When the emperor unified the mountains and seas and ascended the throne as the Emperor of Heaven, he discovered that the world was actually the garden of the "Creator";
When Fuxi deduced the Eight Diagrams and Nuwa made stones to mend the sky, there were actually the same pair of cold eyes behind them;
When the ten suns come out together, Dayu controls the floods, and the sky reaches the end of the earth...
All myths are his carefully designed scripts!
Zhang Han sits in the garden and plays chess for eternity:
"I wanted to wait quietly for death, but accidentally..."
"Created the entire Chinese myth."
