This world possessed time, space, gravity, and matter.
They were only vague concepts, however, not yet fully defined with detailed parameters.
It was like a sapling that had just broken through the soil, its branches still not fully spread.
It needed to be explored. With Xu Zhi's profound knowledge of the Great Dao, he could even slightly adjust the main trunk of temporal laws, guiding it in the direction he wanted.
Rustle.
Xu Zhi sat cross-legged at the center of the chaotic Big Bang.
He could vaguely see the tree-like star map of laws in this universe. It was extremely crude and rough.
It was far less flourishing and complete than the Great Universe he had seen. It was even incomplete, because the universe Xu Zhi had created had not truly been born from a singularity; it had merely gathered most of the universe's laws.
"Above and below make space; past and present make time. Yet this world has not become a true universe. It has neither direction nor past and present. In primordial chaos, there are no calendrical cycles; in space-time, there are no measures."
Xu Zhi murmured softly.
Amid the dark primordial chaos, he sat at the center of the universe, his gaze sweeping across this universe and its vaguely evolving laws.
Light could not yet be called light.
Gravity had barely taken shape.
There were no planets, only malformed clumps of earth.
These clumps of matter floated amid the Big Bang. They could not even be called solid matter in three-dimensional space. They possessed a mysterious, hazy, indistinct quality, like a mirage—like the legendary Klein Bottle, yet even harder to describe. These clumps drifted between one, two, and three dimensions, vague and nebulous.
"Even dimensions have yet to fully take shape."
After falling silent for a while,