At the dawn of chaos, clear qi rose and turbid qi sank. The Pangu Axe split heaven and earth, but Pangu had not yet had time to stretch his limbs when a withered soul drifted over, wrapped around a strange object and greedily devouring the essence and blood of creation. A word spoken into reality made the laws roar, and in an instant it collapsed into nothingness. Just as Pangu set about supporting the heavenly pillar, his expression changed dramatically. Space around him healed of its own accord, and chaotic energy poured back in, seeking to swallow the Primordial World. He shattered the earth beneath his feet and held up the firmament with both hands, enduring for untold ages. When exhaustion surged over him like a tide, his gaze fell on the sleeping soul beside him. A remnant petal of a purple lotus and a thunder sword fused together with the pulp, becoming one. A drop of the Great Dao's essence and blood seeped into it. I grant you this opportunity. Watch over this world for me.
