This novel takes the chaos before the creation of the world as the starting point, and depicts a blank world where there is no "being" yet. Pangu is not a god or a man in the traditional sense, but a will sleeping in chaos, a life that has not yet been born, a beginning that has not yet begun. While sleeping, he dreamed that he woke up, that he split chaos, and that his body transformed into mountains, rivers, and all things. With extremely grand imagination and delicate language, the novel reconstructs Pangu's creation process from invisible to tangible, from chaos to world. Every stroke of the ax is a naming, a birth, and a self-sacrifice. Pangu sacrificed his body to create a world and a "me". The novel is not only a retelling of the myth, but also a philosophical meditation on "existence" and "creation". The language is poetic and thick, and is full of the vastness and magnificence of Eastern mythology.
