In the Republic of China era, the little Daoist Xu An crossed the river of fate with the System dumpling at his side and became a Fate Demon God. Was it the Demon Gods of Chaos scheming against him, or merely a final dream as he lay dying?
Was his first meeting with Hongjun a chance branch in fate, or an inevitability of fate's workings?
As his true body grew stronger in its slumber, was it a hidden scheme, or a gift from fate?
Can pure chaos truly have no meaning?
How closely is the destruction of a world connected to consciousness?
When the concept of the metaverse is introduced to a civilization suited to wild growth, is it good or bad for living beings?
Can a civilization call someone who kills his brother and murders his father a hero? Good people die young, while evil lives on for a thousand years. Do repulsive creatures who both do evil and claim virtue really exist? Is it true or false?
With all living beings as pawns, how can they be made to gradually perish amid hypocrisy and ignorance?
When a pawn breaks free of the board, is the emptiness of all things already inevitable?
Are the Buddhist spell of arising, abiding, decay, and emptiness, and the Daoist truth that yin alone cannot give birth and yang alone cannot thrive, the ultimate truths of all worlds?
If the world were governed by absolute wisdom and absolute reason, would it improve, or keep getting worse?
The Demon Gods of Chaos are Russian nesting dolls, and countless primordial worlds rise and fall in the currents of fate.
What is the purest version of the true world of cultivation? And what is the cruelest?
Make the livestock believe in the law of the jungle and zero-sum games. Don't give them a chance to fight back.
