In the vast expanse of history, there was once an era when the Divine Dao flourished.
At that time, everything imagined was seen, cultivators created myths, and myths often reflected reality.
Furry gods were everywhere, and hundreds of ghosts roamed freely.
Day and night were reversed, and heaven and earth were confused.
It was a time full of colors, but also a chaotic and bewildering era.
Many rules were broken, and people lived according to logic completely different from today's world.
Even though that era has ended today, many myths have been passed down through oral traditions.
Of course, myths are myths because they are passed through word of mouth rather than being recorded in history books, and they are not transcribed in sacred texts because they cannot equate to reality.
For instance, there never was any hell, and reincarnation was never as simple as it was described in myths.
