"I am listening." Ray withdrew his finger, which had been about to point at the old woman on the screen.
Xiao Yu collapsed to the ground, her skin glistening with sweat while uncontrollable fear etched across her face.
"I will tell you everything."
"Okay." Ray settled onto his throne and beckoned for her to continue, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"According to legend, before our realm was created, it resembled an ordinary universe—filled with astral bodies and cosmic clusters. However, all of that changed when Pangu, the creator of all beings, emerged."
"Pangu, huh?" Ray paused. "Eerily similar to the myths from our own fiction, isn't it?"
"Yes, Pangu slashed with his sword, uniting all the cosmic clusters into a single entity that became our world. He is the creator god of us all, and it is said that even the Heavenly Dao is merely a byproduct of his power."
Xiao Yu rushed out the words.
