The Daily Life of the Infinite Demons Wandering in the Heavens

At the beginning of ancient times, who preached it? The avenue is nameless, who is the true God? Endless myths, endless legends, all kinds of weird things in the world, Causes and conditions come into play, collation and combination. The names and titles of "them" are spread among the worlds as numerous as the sands of Hengsha, Is this chance or coincidence? Buddha's Nirvana, billions of trillions of heavens are just his dawn dream; The candle dragon lights up the lamp, and the countless signs of the universe open its eyes; The Weaver Girl reels silk, gathers multiple elements into cocoons, draws the long river of time into threads, The vast civilization that amazed countless people, It's just a thin, crystal clear thread in His hand; Chang'e looked at the moon and danced with her sleeves, turning thousands of rivers in the universe into a handful of star sand; The Buddha picked up the flowers and smiled, the sun in the three thousand worlds, It turned into a string of glazed orbs and fell into the palm, slowly twisting them. Time and space flow, all things change, but myths are eternal...