I returned to an age when ghosts and gods were everywhere: Donghuang Taiyi, the Cloud God, Lord Xiang and Lady Xiang, Dongjun, Hebo, and the Mountain Spirit. As a shaman, there was little I could do. I was merely a listener to their stories.
A protagonist who wasn’t the main character, though she was the only one who remained throughout the entire story. I hadn’t meant to write a transmigration story, but if she were an ancient person, she might have reacted differently to the gods.
