Ye Xian woke up from his deep sleep, felt bored, and created a world at random.
He created the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, and a few innate gods and demons to take care of the wilderness for him.
I live in seclusion on an unknown hill, drinking tea, basking in the sun, and occasionally going for a walk.
He felt that the world was too quiet, so he created a group of creatures called "people" in the eastern part of the wilderness.
This group of people is so weak that even ferocious beasts can prey on them at will.
But they learned to make fire by drilling wood without any help from gods.
Ye Xian thought it was interesting, so he took a second look.
At the same time, the laws he had carved casually when he created the Great Desolate World began to operate on their own, and the innate gods and demons he had created with his own hands also had their own thoughts.
Some opened up a demonic realm in the western wasteland and plotted rebellion, thinking that they were rebelling against heaven, but they did not know that the idea of rebellion itself was engraved in their bodies by the law of heaven.
Some are working diligently as workers in the Zixiao Palace, reading reports to the jade slips every day, just begging the master to stop changing the world on a whim.
There was also a gap that opened from the depths of chaos, and an outsider who did not belong to the prehistoric world was quietly sent in.
That man kept saying that he wanted to conquer the world for the expedition fleet.
Ye Xian lay on the hay pile in the wooden house, turned over, and pulled up the quilt.
"Let's talk tomorrow."
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