They say that when Pangu separated Heaven and Earth, he changed nine times a day. He became divine in Heaven and sacred on Earth. Heaven grew one zhang taller each day, Earth grew one zhang thicker, and Pangu grew one zhang taller. This continued for eighteen thousand years. ... His breath became wind and clouds, his voice became thunder, his left eye became the sun, his right eye became the moon, and his limbs and body became the four poles and five sacred mountains. ...
"Ahem, ahem..." Hu Xi coughed twice and said modestly, "Actually, I just accidentally wandered into some minor world back then and accidentally smashed it. I had no choice but to make another one myself!"
Standing atop the clouds over the vast land, Hu Xi looked down at the world and said to those around him, "For humans in this world, becoming gods is as easy as a newborn learning to breathe. If you can't manage it... well, the worst you'll get is a slap!"
One day, Hu Xi gazed sadly at the stars. I don't want to cut off anyone's path to immortality, and I don't want to become the saint who creates a golden age where everyone can become a dragon. But I want to ride a starship and see the sea of stars. I want to see human star-rings spread across countless planets. I want... Anyway, you gods are in my way!
The easier it is to become a god, the farther away the sea of stars becomes!
