The Lost Words

There was no light in the chaos, only a gaze that came from nowhere. He is older than Pangu. In the eternal years before the chaos was split, he watched three thousand cores suspended in the gray sea. Most nuclei vibrate at the same frequency, like a sleeping heart. But there was something wrong with one core - it was a few breaths faster than the other cores, and occasionally light strands squeezed out from the edges that shouldn't exist. He just watched without interfering or explaining. Until the core turned into a ray of light and tore apart the chaos. Mountains grow from bones, rivers gush from blood. And he obtained a mortal body in the aftermath of the creation of the world. He knows everything. It's not precognition, it's memory. The dragon will fall, the sky will overturn, and the list of gods will unfold. But he doesn't know who he is or where these memories come from. He had only one instinct: change them. A teahouse opened at the intersection of the three realms. Gods and Buddhas from all walks of life stopped here and poured their secrets into the cups. He made tea, listened, and occasionally said a seemingly innocuous word - those words would turn the world upside down in the ancient world. This is not a story about changing fate against fate. This is the story of a chess player who placed the first piece on a chessboard called Honghuang.