Zhan Tiange

Since the first judgment of Hongmeng, heaven and earth have been a book. The fates of the heavens and the worlds, the ups and downs of the stars, gods, Buddhas and ants are all engraved on the "Book of Fate" - who will live, who will die, who will reach the top, and who will turn into ashes, the numbers will be determined as soon as they are written, and no one can change them for eternity. Heaven writes the pen, and all living beings are the words. Until a greedy young man with a rusty iron pot hanging on his waist raised his head from Luoxia Town and said, "I don't accept it." Others cultivate swords, elixirs, and immortality, but he cultivates a pot and a pen: the pot swallows mountains and rivers, the sun and the moon, and the pen changes the fate of thousands of people. When the thunder tribulation stewed the meat, the demon star drank wine; when the realms collapsed, he carried a rusty pot on his shoulders and carried upstream, standing alone in front of all the races; Jiuchongtian set up a noodle stall and fed a bowl of hot soup to those who had been crippled; the sea of ​​​​stars had no destiny book, and he regained the names of all races; the demons from outside the territory swept across the wasteland, he swallowed it in one mouthful, and said with a smile, "It's delicious." Six volumes of long road, from the dust to the sea of ​​​​stars, from the sea of ​​​​stars to Hongmeng. What he killed was not an enemy, but the hand that wrote for all sentient beings; what he burned was not an orthodoxy, but the "written destiny" itself. All realms collapsed, and all races came to court. He stood in front of the origin of Hongmeng and asked only one question: If heaven and earth want you to live out your written life on your knees, do you dare to pick up a pen, cross out the word "death", and write down the four words "my destiny is mine"? The last sentence of the book is left to the world: "It's time to eat."