Ming Weiyang

How is the night? The night is still young. How is your life? Life has no boundaries. As time goes by, you will eventually become a passer-by; only when your destiny is determined will you be able to achieve eternity. Hongmeng has not yet been judged, and chaos is like a chicken. Each of the three thousand demon gods controls an innate law, which can control destruction, creation, time and space, or yin and yang. There is a demon god among them, named Ming Weiyang. His shape is amorphous, like mist or smoke. He always wears a gray-white robe, with fine star trails embroidered on the corners of the robe. He moves with the flow of chaos, looming and appearing. He always holds a wordless heavenly book in his hand. The pages are yellowed and the edges are frayed. He flips them gently wherever the wind passes, but there is not a single word. There is only a gloomy breath that seems to penetrate the chaos and reach the origin of all things.