Stealing One's Name

They all call me "thief". What I stole was not magic weapon or luck, but "name". With a thought from an immortal, all things can only exist if they have a "name". The moment he named his mount "Mo Qilin", I only had to steal the word "Mo", and the majestic beast would collapse into an ignorant black dog. I once stole the word "open" when the sword fairy was about to drink "Sword Opens the Heaven's Gate", so Wan Jian lowered his head and the Heaven's Gate was silent. After working on this job for a long time, I gradually realized that this glorious way of heaven itself is also a "name" that has been written down and no one dares to steal it. Until that day, I heard a tired order coming from the thirty-third heaven, giving the final name to the new "Heaven". I held my breath and held out my hand. This time, what I want to steal is the "heaven".