Once the world had been created, Father God Pangu, utterly exhausted, collapsed to the ground. His blood transformed into twelve incarnations known as the Ancestral Gods.
After that came the war between the demons and the witches, and so on.
Anyway, they'd already confirmed that their leader Chiyou had eight legs, three heads and six arms, and horns like a bull.
So... Lin Yun went on to talk about Hou Yi, Xingtian, Kuafu—one great figure after another, all kinds of legendary big shots.
He practically told the Lady of the Lake everything he knew about the Primordial World.
The Lady of the Lake was so bewildered that she could hardly believe there was another world where even the terrifying chaos could be split apart. She marveled at how Father God had become all things after exhausting himself.
All in all... it was amazing, wondrous.
Because Lin Yun had simply told her what he "knew," the Lady of the Lake could tell he wasn't "lying."
And so, it was all rather wondrous.
However, after marveling for a while, the Lady of the Lake realized something. Although the world on the other side sounded incredibly powerful, she didn't seem to have any way of going there.
In the end, it was more or less like hearing a very strange story.
"Thank you for explaining it to me. I never imagined the world of the gods you worshipped could be so wondrous. Now I understand why you wield such a fearsome axe. I never thought an axe, something that has always represented slaughter, could carry such meaning: the creation of the world. Now, please accept my thanks." The Lady of the Lake's voice carried a hint of helplessness, but also a little anticipation.
Then a beam of light shone from the Grail in