Pangu, the Book of the Great Dao

"Every god's life is recorded on these walls. Is this what my life has been like, Nuwa?"

Nuwa gently approached a wall and reached out to stroke it. A soft white light shimmered, making her feel incredibly comfortable.

"And my life as Ping Xin..." Ping Xin also caressed the wall, her face filled with contentment.

"Isn't this just the mythology we're familiar with?" Taiqing Laozi glanced at it and did not find it particularly unbelievable. After all, he had long been thoroughly familiar with Primordial Mythology.

"Ha-ha..." Sect Leader Tongtian looked at everything before him and suddenly threw back his head, laughing. "If not for Chen Xuan, I'm afraid I would have become an eternal laughingstock, just as recorded on these walls."

Sect Leader Tongtian stroked the wall recording the Investiture of the Gods War. He had already learned about this history in the modern era, but seeing it again now, he was unexpectedly overcome by the urge to cry.

He had long since had no tears left. All he could do was laugh loudly.

"This... How is this possible? Are we Chaos Demon Gods destined to be destroyed?" the Calamity Demon God retreated in terror, seemingly witnessing the record of their annihilation on the wall.

"Proving the Dao through Chaos was already an arduous path. If one failed, even a Great Dao Saint would be nothing more than a laughingstock." Great Immortal Yang Mei sighed, overwhelmed by emotion.

Under this sudden transformation, everyone seemed to lose their minds and fell into contemplation one after another, especially when they thought about how they were merely fictional characters in a mythology novel...

Wasn't that just like being a paper person?

In an instant, they felt that this world was ethereal and unreal, like a dream or illusion.

Chen Xuan was comparatively