In the chaotic multiverse.
Time and space themselves were, most of the time, structures nested layer upon layer.
Sometimes, though, you thought you were outside when you were actually inside.
You thought you were watching the fire from across the river, gazing at the heavens collapsing and the earth splitting apart on the opposite shore. Those on the other side also thought themselves safely seated on their fishing platform, watching the winds rise and clouds surge.
As a mortal, you could never be certain whether you lived beneath someone else's pen, within some kind of thought, or in naturally formed time and space.
"Here. This was your original world."
As he spoke, Orsaga casually took out several books and handed them to Wanwan.
The first among them was "The Twin Dragons of Great Tang."
The rest included "Legend of the Frontier," "Overturning Rain, Covering Clouds," "Sun and Moon Shine Together"...
At that moment.
As she looked at everything before her, an indescribably complicated feeling arose in Wanwan's heart.
Even the hands holding those books trembled slightly on instinct.
"..."
Facing Orsaga's calm expression, she wanted to say something.
But after hesitating for a while.
In the end, she said nothing more and merely shifted her gaze back to the books in her hands.
Huang Yi.
That was the author of every book.
Was he the creator of us all...?
With complicated emotions.
Wanwan began turning the pages in her hands.
Before long.
Within those words, she saw certain names and terms that were somewhat familiar, yet which she had not heard in hundreds of thousands of years.
Xu Ziling, Kou Zhong, Song Que, Shi Feixuan, Two Sects and Six Paths...
And herself.
That Wanwan who had made her entrance barefoot...
For her.
Even without any deliberate acceleration, merely reading the