Zhang Fusheng listened attentively:

"Please, Fellow Daoist Donghuang, clear my doubts."

The head nodded slightly and continued:

"The utmost importance lies in a pivot, a pivot that can leverage the true essence of the Great Heaven and Earth."

"In simple terms, it can be understood as an ’event’."

"For example, the creation of the world, the ancient preaching, or perhaps the shaping of all living things, governing all realms..."

Zhang Fusheng listened quietly, murmuring:

"A destined event?"

"You could say that, but not exactly."

The head calmly stated:

"The higher the pivot, the more of the Great Heaven and Earth’s essence it can leverage—such as the most notable, the creation of the world."

"Therefore, many years ago, we all contended, maneuvering in the river of history to seize the position of creation."

"Thus, the Supreme has created the world, the Luminous has created the world, Primordial, Buddha, Fuxi, Empress Wa... and even I."

"Even the Queen Mother of the West once created the world."

The head’s voice gradually rose and fell as if chanting:

"For us, history can be rewritten at will, hence the one who creates the world changes repeatedly, but such grand events always leave an imprint."

"Therefore, among the myriad worlds, there are legends of world creation... and they all truly happened."

Zhang Fusheng listened in awe, hearing the head narrate:

"All the creation legends you’ve heard were the deeds of a certain fellow Daoist."

"Brahma creating the world is an incarnation of Amitabha; when God said let there be light—that was when the Supreme Saint temporarily seized the position of creation."

"Azathoth creating the world is also an incarnation of the Shangqing Celestial Lord of Numinous Treasure..."

One by one, ancient creation stories that Zhang Fusheng heard in his past life flowed from the mouth of that broken head,

whether Eastern or Western stories, they all turned out to be the incarnations of some ’Daoist’, all creation myths have been enacted, it was history repeating itself time and again...

Zhang Fusheng was intensely moved, listening while pondering.

"So... many different versions of myths I’ve known may, like creation, have actually been enacted."

"All truly happened in history—though perhaps not for long, they were changed and buried following some game, becoming unfulfilled illusion..."

Donghuang’s head nodded vaguely in the chaos:

"Precisely."

After a pause, he continued:

"For instance, among the Three Pristine Ones, Primordial sits in the past, Supreme loftily abides in the present, while the Luminous is the future, the culmination, the ’Fruit’."

"And in the Buddhist Sect, there are also the three Buddhas of past, present, and future."

"At its core, it’s the contention for these positions..."

"You should have heard such a story, in the year of Divine Enthronement, Past Buddha and Primordial Celestial Venerable both stood in a single sect."

Zhang Fusheng listened with rapture, dazed for a long time, in some stories, the Luminous Buddha indeed served as Vice Sect Leader of ’Exposition Teaching’,

and he and the Primordial Celestial Venerable both symbolized the past.

He couldn’t help but ask: 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

"Then at this moment, now, who occupies the past, present, and future?"

"And who is the creator?"

The head replied:

"Past, present, and future are still under dispute, unable to distinguish superiority, all six Fellow Daoists hold them."

"As for the current creator, it’s an incarnation of Fellow Daoist Yuqing Primordial, named Pangu Daoist."

Zhang Fusheng understood, Pangu’s creation of the world...

He took a deep breath and asked his biggest doubt:

"Since everyone is vying for the position and to be the leader of some grand event."

"Why, then, did the Supreme permit me to head west from Hangu Pass and transmit the Tao Te Ching?"

"Why was I able to sit under the Bodhi Tree for forty-nine days, forty-nine millennia, and become the Buddha?"

"Since everyone is contending for positions, why would they let me take the lead in these destined events?"

Facing his question,

the broken head merely shook slightly, without explanation, and instead said meaningfully:

"Supreme Fruit Position is attained through a pivot, but a higher Dao Fruit Position——namely Tao Fruit, requires all pivots to converge before it can be realized."

Zhang Fusheng frowned:

"Then I’m even more confused, for that matter, those fellow Daoists should be more reluctant to hand over these grand destined events to me."

The head gently laughed:

"Involving Tao Fruit, even I cannot describe or illustrate it, the realm of Tao Fruit, to speak is to err, to think is to mistake, but as always, there is never an unprovoked blessing in this world..."

Zhang Fusheng remained silent.

Suddenly, a strong sense of helplessness arose within him, but it soon dissipated.

He seemed to be a mere pawn.

But even a pawn has a chance to jump off the board.

What’s important is to proceed, to accumulate, to cultivate virtue, to seek opportunities, to increase wisdom and mana,

then, to wait, wait for a reshuffle of everything, wait for the opportunity, and finally leap off the board, to sit on a high position.

This was his enlightenment—

Some things, if one cannot resist, it is better to accept and then transform it into one’s power as much as possible.

For example, the celestial positions bestowed upon him by the Supremes, one destined event after another, one position after another...

"You are very optimistic."

The head suddenly spoke:

"I can sense that you are not passive, but rather vibrant and aspiring—this was unexpected by me."

Zhang Fusheng raised his head, merely offering a bright smile:

"Lamentation accomplishes nothing."

"Furthermore..."

The smile faded from his face, becoming extremely serious and solemn.

He gazed at the broken head, gazed at the head of the Eastern Emperor who had once created all things and split the heavens and earth,