Heaven is fearless

He awoke from the void.

Flowing clouds and mist and bright stars supported this light-colored soul. In the ultimate silence, a small voice announced the laws of this world softly in his ear.

"You are heaven."

The strongest laws in the world are written into the core of everything.

The stars began to rotate under the power of the law, and the sun and the moon coexisted in this strange space, offering a tribute to the absolute master born between heaven and earth.

The law continues to engrave irreversible rules for this grand world.

"Your authority is supreme."

Clouds billowed, mist billowed, and Kunpeng and Phoenix, who had been dead for tens of thousands of years, opened their eyes, trembling and crouching down on their mountainous backs, and handed over the steps leading to the throne to the Lord of Su Sheng.

The voice was as soft as whispers in a dream, and after a short pause, it announced slowly and sadly: "You will die soon."

The third law is half engraved, and the fate of the world begins to whine about the end it will have.

The newborn Tiandao looked blank.

"Do you want to live?" The small and tender voice asked in his ear.

The torrent of the world flies forward with irreversible time, the bride to be married sits in front of the bronze mirror in the boudoir and waits for the husband on horseback; Passing through the bloody battlefield; the mist in the Nine Heavens poured down like a waterfall, and the immortals with swords ran towards the sun on the mountains and rivers. In another space that they could not see, the dark blue Kunpeng swam over their heads with its huge tail stretched, The flames of the phoenix ignited the entire vast sky...

Sitting among the sun, the moon and the stars, Tiandao gazed at the myriad images of the world projected in front of him, and moved his lips: "...Think."

The irreversible time came to an abrupt end at this moment, and the voice of Heaven was recorded as an unchangeable rule woven into the fate of the world.

The unfinished third law broke in the middle, and the sharp blade of death was caught by invisible hands above the heads of all living beings.

"—Follow your wish," the voice suddenly became lively and incompatible with the surrounding atmosphere, "then please try your best to repair the incomplete pillar of the world and live well!"