The Ethereal Daoist

Was all of this a dream? Then why did it feel so real? Was the dream masquerading as reality, was reality itself so vague and fleeting, or were dream and reality hopelessly intertwined?

See how the protagonist journeys from the void to the primordial world.

As the saying goes:

Before the Primordial Era, there was the void; ethereal energy forged my body.

The void split, and the Primordial Era appeared; purple energy filled the land, where I sought my opportunities.

Countless years passed in tedium; I shattered the Primordial Era and emerged into chaos.

From chaos came the Great Dao, and when it heard my words, three thousand beings were born.

The three thousand laws vied for supremacy; Pangu split the heavens and created all living things.

Who, you ask, is this Daoist? My name is Misty, born from the void.

I watch over the primordial world and all its people, wandering freely through the mortal realm.