He was transformed into a wisp of ownerless soul in the chaos before the sky opened. His body was destroyed after a car crash, and only his consciousness was still floating. The surroundings were all gray and chaotic, and there was no sky, no earth, no light. He huddled up and waited for Pangu to swing his ax to split this ghost place open so that he could find a place for himself. I don't know how long it had been floating, but there was a heavy heartbeat in the distance, and the whole chaos trembled. Looking in the direction of the vibration, I could vaguely see a huge outline condensing. Pangu is about to take shape. He adjusted his posture, preparing to take advantage of the opportunity to reshape his body when the ax light fell. The first batch of beauties from the ancient world are still waiting for me to recognize them.
