Somewhere in the universe, Fu Xi was observing the changes in the stars within his mysterious astrological laboratory. After noting the movement of the star compass, he closed his eyes and calculated in his mind. It seemed that many things had already reached a conclusion.
Pan Gu asked, "How much longer until the celestial disaster occurs, according to your calculations?"
Fu Xi shook his head slightly and said, "These matters are beyond calculation now. In my judgment, the celestial disaster should occur in less than a day. According to the star calendar, it's imminent, and by tomorrow, the star calendar will be completely annihilated."
"After waiting for so many years, the celestial disaster has finally arrived. It feels like it was just a dream; the time between the last disaster and this one is too brief," Pan Gu lamented.
