Before the chaos was over, I was already waiting for the dawn with my ax in hand.
When Pangu woke up from eternal silence, he saw the greedy roar of three thousand demon gods in front of him, and behind him was the cold spying of the will of chaos.
"Ding! The Avenue of Power is activated——"
"The mission to create the world is released: kill all the demons and split Hongmeng apart!"
When the ax falls, the pure air rises, the turbid air settles, and the prehistoric world is born!
However, Pangu soon discovered that this world was far crazier than imagined:
Hongjun has not yet joined forces, and the Six Holy Seats in Zixiao Palace are hanging empty;
The ancestral witch has not yet been born, and the twelve souls are in urgent need of watering with essence and blood;
Even the way of heaven is just a child, stumbling around in the laws of chaos...
"Since no one is playing chess, I will make the rules myself!"
When Pangu demonstrated the Tao with his strength and broke the shackles of heaven with one foot, the saints in the heavens finally discovered in horror:
The God of Creation who should have perished in the sky is standing on the upper reaches of the river of time holding a blood-stained axe, looking down at all living beings with a sneer.
Is there just one small world in the sky?