In the primordial universe, chaos and disorder were the prevailing melody. The blind, idiotic Origin Gods were its undisputed rulers.
They were born from chaos, and they sustained its continuation.
Luo Chuan watched this segment of history.
He remained silent.
Like a spectator watching a scene that had nothing to do with him. The difference was that spectators would still cheer for the performance onstage, while he was simply indifferent.
Luo Chuan understood this, yet did not change it.
This was how he had been when he first arrived in this universe.
The state he had been in during his "previous life."
Luo Chuan merely wanted to experience it properly, to analyze what exactly he had been thinking at the time.
This was indeed an experience from his past.
Yet he could not know what he had been thinking then. He could only rely on rational thought to infer it.
It was like a person growing up.
The self from childhood and the self from adulthood were practically two unrelated people. When one picked up a childhood diary, one would most likely feel doubtful, wondering why one had written something like that.
What Luo Chuan was experiencing now was exactly the same.
His aimless wandering continued for a very, very long time—so long that he had begun to forget why he had appeared here in the first place.
Luo Chuan finally understood, somewhat, why he had once been so indifferent toward everything.
Over such an impossibly long span of time, if he had kept thinking all along...
It was difficult to imagine what that scene would have been like.
The universe gradually became desolate, and the stars grew far fewer. Only the Magnificent Nebulae still dotted the distant reaches of space.
This was the frontier of the universe.
Desolate and