Chapter 1 Ten Suns in the Sky

Ten suns hung in the east. Though it was morning, the sunlight was intensely hot, scorching the skin.

The little fatty, however, seemed quite comfortable.

Fair and tender, with chubby cheeks, he looked only five or six years old, yet already possessed a little belly.

At this moment, he had one chubby leg resting on the other, casually patting his stomach.

He hummed an unknown tune, seemingly oblivious to the surrounding noise, as if detached from this space and time.

Until An Qisheng sat down next to him, leaning against the corner of the wall.

"Huh?"

The little fatty glanced over in surprise. Seeing the latter give him a slight smile, he immediately jumped up as if a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"You, you, you, you can see me?!"

An Qisheng settled into a comfortable position, chuckled upon hearing this, and said, "Of course, I can see you."

"This, how is this possible?"

The little fatty muttered to himself, pacing back and forth as he looked at An Qisheng, examining him from every angle, utterly incredulous.

"Why can you see me?"

"You seem quite surprised that I can see you?"

An Qisheng gave the little chubby one before him a deep look, patted the ground beside him, and said, "Want to sit down and chat?"

The little chubby one hesitated, wanting to speak but stopping himself. After much consideration, he abandoned the idea of leaving and quietly sat down.

Clearly, he was more curious about why this person could see him than worried about any potential danger.

Or perhaps, he didn't believe this person posed any threat to him.

"Now, can you tell me?"

The little chubby one's eyes were bright.

An Qisheng looked at the group of sallow and emaciated people in the village and couldn't help but sigh softly, "What are they in your eyes?"

"Huh?" The little chubby one was slightly taken aback, as if he had never considered this question. Hearing this, he couldn't help but think for a moment.

"They, are they created by me? Bah, bah, bah, no, they are…"

In the end, the little chubby one didn't quite know how to put it.

"Toys."

An Qisheng offered a reminder.

"Yes, yes!"

The little chubby one's eyes lit up, "That's right, 'toys,' wonderful, 'toys'..."

The little chubby one savored the word with some amusement, but instantly jumped back in surprise, a look of horror on his face.

"You, you know?"

"Of course, I know."

An Qisheng straightened his back, sat cross-legged, and looked at the little chubby one who looked ready to flee at any moment, and said calmly:

"I not only know that this world is a 'toy' your father left you, but I also know your name is Mo Yin!"

Boom!

The moment An Qisheng's words fell, muffled thunder rumbled in the sky. Then, a fierce wind swept in endless smoke and clouds, obscuring the light of the ten suns.

As if in an instant, day turned to night.

This sudden scene caused an uproar among the people of Mu Village, and the surrounding tens of thousands of mountains were even more chaotic.

An invisible aura permeated downward, causing the birds, beasts, and strange creatures in the mountains to become restless, unable to stop their terrified and angry roars.

"Ah, is it thundering?"

The old man, focused on decocting medicine, belatedly realized that the sky had suddenly darkened to the extreme.

Rumble!

Between the black clouds, thunder dragons raced and lightning snakes danced, a heavy and oppressive atmosphere rolling down.

"Ah!"

Someone in Mu Village cried out. The old man turned back and saw that it was a young man from the village, pointing to the sky in extreme terror.

And at this moment, where was there any need for him to say anything?

Everyone who looked up at the sky saw it: an incomparably large palm, tearing through the sea of thunderclouds.

Pressing down towards Mu Village.

The palm was extremely large, like the convergence of thousands of mountains, forged by tens of thousands of stars, separated by an unknown distance in the sky.

The mountains stretching hundreds of millions of miles trembled and collapsed, and even terrifying cracks rapidly spread across the earth.

Seeing this scene, An Qisheng had yet to speak when the palm hovering above the sky stiffened slightly.

Then, a childish voice, resounding through the heavens and earth, louder than ten thousand thunderbolts, rang out:

"Come out! Don't destroy my 'toys'!"

"Come out!"

"Come out!"

"Come…"

The heavens and earth seemed to become an enormous echo valley. The terrifying sound waves echoed, instantly scattering the rolling dark clouds.

The violent sound waves even blew the void like a sheet of paper, trembling wildly. In the vast starry sea, countless stars were blown out of position!

Extremely terrifying!

"Ah! The gods are angry!"

"The gods are enraged!"

"Great and holy existence, please forgive us..."

……

Seeing such a terrifying scene, even An Qisheng's eyelids twitched. Everyone in Mu Village was completely terrified.

Countless creatures on the mountains, plains, hills, and even the islands, were trembling and kneeling in prayer for forgiveness.

"I…"

Above the sea of clouds, the sound after the terrifying hurricane suddenly paused, as if it too was frightened by this scene, and dared not make any further movements.

"Such a thing, to give to a child..."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly.

When he first entered this space-time, his cultivation was too shallow and he didn't sense anything at all, but how high was his realm now?

Even when trapped in the Nirvana realm, the moment he truly arrived in this space-time, he sensed the abnormality.

The laws constructing this world had already been distorted to an alarming degree.

In other words, all the laws of this world no longer served the myriad things or even the world itself.

All authority was in the hands of that little chubby one, Mo Yin.

He could conjure hurricanes to extinguish stars, raise his hand to destroy the earth, turn his hand to shatter the heavens. Even, with a thought, he could control the time and space of this world!

This was almost infinitely close to ‘harmonizing with the Heavenly Dao’! (He Tian Dao)

"You, come out!"

An Qisheng slowly raised his head, his gaze passing through the clouds, crossing the starry sea, up to the highest point in the void.

There, on Mo Yin's chubby face, was nothing but nervousness and anxiety, almost to the point of tears.

In fact, even he himself didn't know that he possessed such terrifying 'power'. It was just that his voice was a little louder, and he had almost destroyed his only toys.

"Are you letting me out?"

An Qisheng asked softly. His voice was not loud, and the villagers in the center of Mu Village who were kowtowing frantically couldn't hear him.

But Mo Yin, far away in the starry sky, heard him.

He nodded repeatedly, his chubby face filled with nervousness, "You come out, I promise not to beat you to death..."

Hearing these childish words, the villagers in Mu Village all stiffened, feeling as if the world was collapsing.

Their god was actually a child?

"God…"

The village chief of Mu Village looked at the sky in a daze, but other than the sun-obscuring, infinitely terrifying palm, he couldn't see anything.

He didn't dare to look before, but now when he looked again, he actually discovered that the giant palm was pink, white, and still a little chubby.

Clearly, it was a child's hand...

This, this…

"In the end, it's just a child…"

An Qisheng felt a bit speechless. This was much easier than he had imagined.

In fact, if Mo Yin, who held all the authority in this world, like a creator, a god of creation, a saint, didn't agree.

Even he, at this moment, would have to put in some effort to leave this world.

But now, since the master of this world had already agreed.

Then everything would naturally be much simpler.

"Then I…"

An Qisheng slowly stood up and softly replied:

"I'll come out!"

……

The long river flowed, nourishing the fertile land on both banks, nurturing the people.

Cities might not all rely on water, but near the banks of great rivers, there would inevitably be towns.

Nanli was such a small town built by the water.

Thousands of years ago, this was the place where the long river flowed. Later, the river receded, and people moved here. After thousands of years, it had become a not-so-small town.

Nurtured by the great river, it could be considered relatively wealthy.

Of course, there was no shortage of poor people anywhere.

It seemed to have rained heavily last night. Although it was near noon, the town was still very cool, and the sounds of hawkers selling their wares along the street never ceased.

Along the road, there were also some mischievous children playing, either riding wooden horses in groups of three or five, or chasing each other with wooden sticks.

Under a large tree, a little boy was quietly squatting there, forming a stark contrast to the other noisy children.

Whoosh~

Just as the little boy was concentrating, it seemed as if a breeze blew by.

In the next instant, a Taoist in green silently appeared behind him. The little boy seemed unaware, still muttering nervously.

Pa~

A hand patted the little boy's shoulder: "Mo Yin, your mom is calling you home for dinner!"

"Ugh, stop bothering me!"

The little fatty waved his hand impatiently to knock off the hand on his shoulder, casually covering the sandbox. But in the next instant, that hand patted his shoulder again:

"It's really time to go home for dinner."

"Are you annoying or what?!"

The little fatty, already in a bad mood, was completely enraged. He slapped the hand off his shoulder again, turned his head, and cursed.

"Ah!"

The little fatty was startled, falling down on his bottom, almost flattening the small sandbox. His voice trembled.

"You, you, how did you really come out..."

Looking at the unfamiliar yet somewhat familiar face in front of him, the little fatty gaped, almost pissing himself in fright.

"Didn't you tell me to come out?"

An Qisheng smiled noncommittally.

"I, I..."

The little fatty's face fell. He touched the sandbox with one hand, suddenly shouted, turned around, and ran.

As he ran, he yelled and shouted, attracting the attention of passers-by.

"This little guy..."

An Qisheng chuckled and didn't rush to chase after him. He leisurely followed behind him, sensing the realm of Nirvana.

Cognition is very difficult to recast.

Especially for great cultivators like him who have cultivated for countless years and have long reached the point where their heart surpasses the heavens and their will surpasses the heavens.

Their Dao and Dharma are connected to their own perception of all things in the world. How difficult would it be to change them?

An Qisheng sensed the subtle changes in the realm of Nirvana. He had already walked through several streets, entered a small alley, and found Mo Yin squatting in the corner, his face full of trepidation.

The world is vast, and the number of creatures born in a single day is extremely large. If this time were extended, the number would be countless times greater.

Before entering the dream, he had thoroughly observed the Savage Wasteland World. The geniuses within it were as numerous as the sands of the Ganges, and there were many great powers who manipulated the wind and clouds and controlled Yin and Yang.

And the reason he truly chose this space-time was the little chubby one, currently with a mournful face, just short of bursting into tears.

He was the variable.

The only variable since the creation of the Savage Wasteland World!