Final Myth

Introduction I, Zhou Li, the humblest official Si Li in heaven, am in charge of a calendar that will never be written tomorrow. Because I live in a myth that will collapse and restart in ten days. The chaos in the heavenly palace, the destruction of gods and Buddhas, and the devouring of heaven... Are just tragic dramas that are regularly performed in reincarnation. By the end of my ninth reincarnation, I thought I had understood all the rules. Until that cold "system prompt" appeared in front of my eyes: [Safety point failed. The cleaning process starts. The old script was shredded. Nezha began to ask himself why he always had to cut out his bones to return to his father. The laurel trees in the Moon Palace shed blood and tears, and the entire "setting" of the heaven was disintegrating. Only then did I realize that what I wanted to record was never the weather. It is the end of this grand narrative itself.