I used to be just an ordinary person from Earth.
Then one day, I suddenly gained a high-dimensional chat group.
Who would have thought that our Earth was the origin of the Myriad Worlds?
Endless worlds depend on Earth for their existence.
Countless transmigrators regard Earth as their ancestral home.
Earth is their source, and the end of all the heavens.
Cultivate the truth and seek the Dao; refine the false until it becomes real.
Earth is the template from which the Myriad Worlds take shape.
The chat group connects different worlds, weaving countless realms into a network and influencing the order of the heavens.
I am the group leader. I am willing to give anyone who refuses to submit to fate a chance to change their destiny.
Across the endless heavens, the stars shine bright.
Who stands supreme among the heavens? Who is the one and only Dao Lord?
In the Myriad Worlds, anyone can be called Pangu, and anyone can be called supreme.
Let all beings be imbued with spirit and cultivate my Dao; the three thousand Great Daos can be followed at their own pace.
Where do the Myriad Worlds return? All beings are me, cycling through samsara.
With one thought, heaven is opened; with one thought, it is closed. All things return to one, and all are the Dao.
Three flowers gather at the crown, perfecting creation; five energies converge at the origin, transforming into the source.
The Great Dao returns to emptiness, and nothingness gives rise to existence. Refine the false until it becomes real, and the Dao can be attained.
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