Xu Zhi put down his pen, extremely calm.
He sat at the edge of the void, as if he was looking at his own pond, sipping tea and looking down.
This time, he would not interfere.
Nor did he have enough knowledge to interfere.
"This is a mysterious and unknown path, I can't see through it at all … In a sense, I came from the future and transmigrated here more than 14 billion years later.
But even though I have the mature system of knowledge from the future, I can't use it at all. Like the first batch of natives in the weak world … I can only walk alone, feeling everything at a loss. "
Even he didn't know how to develop!
Even if he wanted to teach, he didn't have any knowledge to teach. His cultivation technique and bloodline were completely useless in this era.
His supercomputing power couldn't deduce everything.
This was because calculations and deductions were based on existing knowledge and data, and now even the most basic data was incomplete. The laws of heaven and earth hadn't condensed, how could he deduce everything?
…
…
Everything was immortal.
The first living being also had his own name, Yi Mang.
As a mortal, he was the first living being to develop intelligence in this world. He didn't have any cultivation, but he actually lived to this day ten thousand years later.
These ten thousand years were very fulfilling for the civilization. As an elemental earth living being, the first Original Demon God only needed to absorb the energy of the universe to survive.
This world was very wild and dangerous. In the end, it was filled with chaotic currents.
But in the beginning, when they were born in this world, they didn't feel anything strange, as if everything was born this way.
In the first ten years of their birth, Yi Mang brought his children and descendants to hide everywhere. They suffered heavy casualties. The chaotic interweaving of the universe, the chaotic folding of space, appeared like a natural disaster at any time.
Even the dimensions were jumping, uncertain.
Sometimes one dimensional, sometimes two dimensional, sometimes three dimensional.
But this dimensional chaos was not too much of a disaster for them.
They were a lump of mud, sometimes reduced to one dimensional, turning into a point, losing the ability to think for themselves, as if they were fixed.
Sometimes they became two dimensional, they were thin pieces of paper, running everywhere. After a while, they became three dimensional creatures, their flesh bulging like springs.
They could even enjoy it.
Dimensional jumps couldn't kill them, but after being reduced to a lower dimension, if they were to encounter other disasters at the same time and couldn't escape, it would be a huge disaster.
The space turbulence and all kinds of chaos were still full of danger. Even though they could live forever, they could only barely maintain the population.
For the past twenty years.
They used hand gestures and signals to communicate. Gradually, they evolved from a wild, beast-like life into a language of their own civilization. The language gradually turned into a unique brainwave signal for communication.
They began to be amazed by the magic of language, and also felt the potential it contained.
Language was the direct medium of communication, and communication was the spark of civilization.
Ulala!
Ulala!
A mud person cried out loudly, pointing at a distant spatial chaotic stream, expressing that that place was extremely dangerous. He had previously personally seen his companions enter, and then be torn apart.
The surrounding mud began to look at the vortex in fear.
A new era of civilization had begun.
They began to communicate with each other about the dangers they had experienced and how they had narrowly escaped death. They understood some of the rules of the universe's dangers and avoided them.
The knowledge of the entire population began to be passed on like a torch. They learned the most important function of communication in a civilized settlement: avoiding danger.
The moment of the first century.
Yi Mang's people still knew how to avoid danger.
They began to adapt to this new chaotic universe, multiplying in large numbers throughout the universe. Their language and civilization had completely matured, but they still hadn't broken away from the wild tribal life.
Their development was extremely slow and sluggish.
Other than eating, reproducing, and resting, they had no other daily life.
Time seemed to pass extremely slowly for them, day after day, dull and boring. It was just like that saying: [The ancient people lived millions of years, but their movements never stopped!]
The development of civilization began to stagnate in the first century, and they lived the most primitive life of a wild tribe.
It was impossible to develop civilization.
Dimensions were jumping.
The parameter of matter gravity could jump from 1 to 10,000 at any time.
The speed of light was also uneven.
Sometimes it was extremely slow, and sometimes it was unimaginably fast.
Because the speed of light was not fixed, the observation method of "far small, near large" was not applicable at all. The person close to them could be far away, and the person far away could also be close at hand.
The parameter of light was not stable, so everything they saw was fake. Even space could not be measured.
It was as if they were living in an illusory space universe.
Under such circumstances, not to mention any so-called developed technological civilization, even the top spaceships of the future would become a pile of scrap metal here.
Because the development of civilization was the use of tools, and the so-called tools were built under the circumstances of the rules.
But although they could not develop civilization, their population increased rapidly. They could avoid most of the dangers of the universe, and their casualties were greatly reduced. The real era of population expansion appeared.
In the thousandth year.
They found new joy in their boring lives.
They began to spend their excess time on construction, and they were immersed in it.
In the empty and silent universe, where they lived, all the soil was shaped into all kinds of strange shapes, strange and grotesque, like children's graffiti.
Even if, within a week, there would be a chaotic flow of laws or a change in the parameter of gravity, which would directly destroy their creations, like frequent waves sweeping away sand sculptures on the beach, they were still happy to rebuild.
Day after day.
Birth, eat, rest, build, be destroyed by the universe, build again.
They built for 10,000 years.
The era of great expansion was also an era of great construction.
The idle Yimang race was unable to develop civilization, so they used their excessive exuberant energy on space sculptures. This was almost an inevitability of history.
Xu Zhi could not help but feel shocked. "Who would have thought? The first civilization of the universe, they were like a bunch of naive children on the beach, happily spending tens of thousands of years! Day after day, they built statues, and then were constantly beaten by the tides of the sea, destroying their masterpiece. "
In Xu Zhi's eyes, this scene was strange and dazzling.
As long as it was where they lived, the floating matter in the universe would be sculpted into all kinds of strange buildings, and they lived in them.
And the development of these sculptures, their sculpture art also reached the peak of development. From the strange style at the beginning, they gradually had a unified aesthetic. The sculptures became regular, symmetrical, perfect spheres, cubes, triangles, polyhedrons …
The whole world seemed to have become a world of mathematical geometry. The sculptures also made them understand the beauty of regularity for the first time, and they began to think for the first time.
"Why isn't the universe regular?"
Although there was no development in the past 10,000 years, they had long recognized the existence of a series of rules such as "light" and "gravity". Because of the natural disasters of those variables, they had long understood the existence of these concepts.
This was a very simple logic.
If gravity was constant, then it would be easy for people to ignore it in life, until Newton noticed it when he saw an apple. However, if gravity was not constant, and objects fell, and the suction force on them was extremely strange, then humans would notice the concept of "gravity" from the beginning.
They even measured time, and set up units to calculate their own lives and how much time had passed.
They continued to play with the sculptures, and Yimang, who was sitting at the highest point, began to think.
"Why is light not constant?
It would be nice if the light was constant.
After all, light is too deceptive. If its speed was constant, then we would not need to touch it with our own hands to determine the true shape of the sculpture.
The world can become real just by looking at it with our eyes.
"Why is gravity not constant?
If gravity is constant, then it would be good.
If gravity is a constant number, then the sculptures we build will not quickly collapse, deform, and distort because of the instantaneous changes in the gravity between the objects.
"Why isn't space constant?
If space is constant, then the sculptures we build will not be destroyed because of the turbulence of space, and can always exist. "
He began to question the irregular universe he lived in for the first time, and it was like a seed that took root and sprouted.
He began to feel dissatisfied.
However, even though Yimang had doubts, there was no way to change it.
He could only lead his people to build the sculptures day after day, and then they were destroyed.
After another few thousand years, he focused on the sculptures, and found that his thoughts became clearer and faster. He could even vaguely see the inside of his body.
"I see … myself?"
He stopped moving, and it was as if he saw his body like another sculpture, and many of the details were not perfect, and very weak. He could not help but start to focus on training every part of his body, and feel the shortcomings.
He carved himself perfectly like a sculpture … Gradually, another three years passed, and he felt that his life seemed to have broken through some kind of limit.
He entered a mysterious state, and when he woke up, a few months had passed. There was a strange aura all over his body, and the whole universe shook violently. The stars were bright, and the light of the Great Dao lingered. For a moment, it was as if he was the first ancient god in the world.
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