Eight Deserts Measure the Sky

My mother grabbed me by the neck and asked me to give her "son" back. I have taken over someone else's body, how can I live with peace of mind? My name is Feng Xi. I have a measuring ruler engraved with a star map. I measure the loneliness of the stars, the vastness of the spiritual mountains, and the endless yin and yang. But I gradually discovered that this ruler can measure mountains, seas, and stars, but it cannot measure the depth of people's hearts, let alone cause and effect. In the name of Fu Xi, I traveled in the hinterland of the demon clan, and as a human race, I played games with all parties. Some wines are for guests, and some are for sacrifices. I never dare to take a second sip from the same cup. And the sister who shared the sacred weapon with me and practiced in the mountains and seas is not from this world either. In the past fourteen years, I have said to her "this is my sister" ten thousand times, to the point where I didn't even dare to tell the truth. It wasn't until she turned around and disappeared in the illusion that I finally screamed out that name - but was that "Nuwa" a call to my brother, or was it something else? Some answers, I later learned, would never be available. Who am I, you ask? I am the pot of porridge.