After the mechanical lifeforms of the past became human, the survivors of the awakened human race were all ancient gods. Swords and magic, steam and machinery. Ancient gods and old gods, new gods and evil gods. Tell me, adventurer, when a mechanical fairy transforms and has her mechanical heart seen, will she feel shy? (PS: This is not a story about leaving the party; it focuses on mystery.)

Reborn in the era of the Investiture of the Gods, Zi Chu unexpectedly becomes the Crown Prince of the Shang Dynasty, even saving the peerless demon concubine Su Daji at the start? Just then, the Western Zhou rebels, the Heavenly Emperor plots for power, and sages devise schemes. He builds schools, making the Tao Te Ching a compulsory subject, and everyone cultivates immortality! He raises livestock, with a million divine beast cavalry crushing the Lingxiao Palace! He conducts scientific research, his magical punk artillery fire resounding throughout the other world! Hongjun: "The Great Shang is the legitimate dynasty, and my Xuanmen is the state religion of the Great Shang!" Tongtian: "My disciples number only ten thousand, while the Human Emperor commands a million celestial immortals and a million soldiers!" Duobao: "My face was naturally chubby; it wasn't the Human Emperor who beat me up!" Yin Zi Chu: "Father, I'm sorry, Daji is mine!"

A single hair can pierce a star, a sneeze can destroy a star field, and if you accidentally fart, the creatures of hundreds of star fields will be poisoned to death.

But don't worry, this kind of deity doesn't fart or sneeze.

Di Wuming was very bored. He had been living this kind of life for countless eons, and he wanted to find something fun to do.

To prevent himself from accidentally destroying the world, he sealed himself away: his hair, his pores, his teeth, his nails, his saliva, and his nostrils…

He had sealed almost everything that could be sealed, which made him feel that he wouldn't unintentionally destroy the world.

He couldn't get too excited, otherwise, if he raised his voice even slightly, it would be like the collapse of a mountain or a river.

Things with thought fear him, and things without thought also fear him. All rules, origins, and the Way of Heaven revolve around him.

To put it bluntly, he wasn't born from chaos; he created chaos.

Finding a Daoist partner doesn't result in a son, but in a world; the Daoist partner is called the Mother of Chaos.

He set up so many seals on himself, yet he was still the ancestral god.