And all of it developed beneath Haotian's gentle gaze.
All living beings continually experienced things they had never experienced, never even imagined.
Some things, even Haotian had never experienced.
Though Haotian was an Innate First Grade, transcending the world itself from the instant of his birth—his existence more magnificent, more real than the universe—there were still many things he had yet to understand, yet to imagine.
At that time, Haotian was a young man possessed of immense power. His mind had not yet matured into what it was now, tempered through the reopening of countless universes until he was nearly omniscient.
Back then, Haotian was still endlessly astonished by this world, brimming with interest.
Looking back from the present, he had almost watched with delight as the first universe gave birth to living creatures. He watched them fight and slaughter one another over survival and every kind of benefit, yet amidst that struggle, much beauty was also born.
Love, human culture, wisdom, knowledge, progress, art, music—countless things were created.
Music in particular. Haotian loved music so dearly that music was an indispensable part of every rite offered in worship to him.
From the perspective of an age in which the universe had already restarted many times, one could clearly see why Haotian and the myriad races had done all those things in the past.
At that time, Haotian understood the universe much as the myriad races understood music. The universe was composed of a series of qualities—different pitches, different intensities.
The youthful Haotian took extraordinary interest in this toy and played with it joyfully, creating endless main themes and contrapuntal melodies.
For Haotian at the time, relying solely on his own "creativity," it was still difficult to exhaust all the subtleties of music. Though he made many attempts, even his