Eighteen thousand years before the beginning of chaos, an axe came down.
That single swing did not create heaven and earth. It created a person.
His name was Pangu. He spent his entire life doing one thing: splitting chaos in two. The upper half became heaven. The lower half became earth.
He had no father or mother. Before heaven and earth existed, he was already in chaos. He did not know who he was. He knew only that the axe in his hands belonged to him.
On the three thousand seven hundred and eighty-second swing, chaos began to split.
At that moment, he heard another voice: the voice of the first person to look up at him after heaven and earth were formed.
He did not yet know that person's name. But he knew that from that day on, he would no longer be alone.
The opening of the primordial world.
Pangu stood alone in chaos.
He would carve out a world, giving those who came after him somewhere to stand.
This book tells the story of an axe, a man, and eighteen thousand years spent alone. It also tells how, after his solitary journey, those who rose to their feet beside him helped hold this world together to this day.
The book is expected to be 55,000 words. Updated daily, and will not be abandoned.
Dear brothers, if you are willing to follow this version of Pangu:
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Every vote you cast in the new book stage is an ax for me.
Let me ask: Pangu left his ax behind this time - guess what will "he" see first when he wakes up next time?
Is it an axe? Is it "himself"? Or is it the crack that is still bleeding?
Fellow Taoists.
This book has been a stone in my heart for many years.
I have wanted to write about the character Pangu since junior high school. I wrote three drafts, but I didn't dare to start writing - because writing about Pangu means "how a person transforms himself into heaven and earth". This is the most profound word in Chinese mythology, and it is also the hottest word.
I revised the first chapter twelve times. Changing to today's version is because I want to make one thing clear - Pangu did not "open the sky with one axe". Pangu opened the sky for the 3781st time after dying 3781 times.
What are those 3,780 deaths? It's every one of us ordinary people. We are not gods, and we do not have axes. But we fight in chaos every day - fighting a job, fighting a relationship, fighting a battle we know we will lose. You'll die once after you chop it. Do it again after death.
This book is about: A man who died 3,780 times left his ax behind for the 3,781st time.
Three things to put on the table:
The book is estimated to be 550,000 words and has already been written.
Updated every day at 12 noon·no delay
The first piece of the prehistoric puzzle·In Chapter 3
Just add it to your collection and let me know you are there.
Dear brothers, if you are willing to follow this version of Pangu: -Click to read -Add a bookshelf -Leave one word in the chapter review, even just "read" Every vote you cast in the new book stage is an ax for me. Let me ask: Pangu left his ax behind this time - guess what will "he" see first when he wakes up next time? Is it an axe? Is it "himself"? Or is it the crack that is still bleeding?
Fellow Taoists. This book has been a stone in my heart for many years. I have wanted to write about the character Pangu since junior high school. I wrote three drafts, but I didn't dare to start writing - because writing about Pangu means "how a person transforms himself into heaven and earth". This is the most profound word in Chinese mythology, and it is also the hottest word. I revised the first chapter twelve times. Changing to today's version is because I want to make one thing clear - Pangu did not "open the sky with one axe". Pangu opened the sky for the 3781st time after dying 3781 times. What are those 3,780 deaths? It's every one of us ordinary people. We are not gods, and we do not have axes. But we fight in chaos every day - fighting a job, fighting a relationship, fighting a battle we know we will lose. You'll die once after you chop it. Do it again after death. This book is about: A man who died 3,780 times left his ax behind for the 3,781st time. Three things to put on the table: The book is estimated to be 550,000 words and has already been written. Updated every day at 12 noon·no delay The first piece of the prehistoric puzzle·In Chapter 3 Just add it to your collection and let me know you are there.