My name is Pangu...
It was not a particularly resonant voice, yet it seemed to drift through the air, like an ancient summons. The resonance in Cang Jian's heart made her soul feel as though it had exploded in that instant.
Like an explosion within a star, the oldest stirrings hidden deep in her soul caused the young girl's body to react instinctively.
Her legs suddenly seemed to lose control, and her knees were about to buckle.
Yet just as her knees were about to hit the ground, the girl forcibly steadied herself... Her body trembled violently as she clenched her teeth, desperately trying to free herself from submission at the level of her soul.
The result was an exceedingly bizarre sight... Her body had become like a puppet, her posture extremely strange... as though most of her body no longer belonged to her.
Then the gray-robed youth let out a soft sigh.
"I told you, I'm merely a homeless wandering soul. The only name I have left shouldn't become shackles restraining you."
Cang Jian's mind instantly went blank. Only afterward did she straighten her back, drenched in cold sweat. Her gaze was horrified, and she subconsciously no longer dared to look directly at the dreamlike gray-robed youth before her.
"Pangu... the source of all myths on the Eastern Mythological Side... Is this really true?"
The girl lowered her head and spoke in a dreamy murmur, like a hungry baby crying out... with a trace of daze, a trace of adoration... and a trace of fear.
"I don't remember." The gray-robed youth shook his head. "Even why I told you these things... It simply happened naturally. The Principle of Non-Self."
Cang Jian's mind trembled. Forgetting her fear, she abruptly raised her head. "What do you mean?"
The gray-robed youth fell