"And what happens after you remove the seal?"
"Our past timeline gets erased." The ladies withdrawn from conversation realizing what it meant.
He extended his hands slowly, coating his fingers with his system's source signature ~ that primal imprint resonating with the original authority itself. As his touch brushed the intangible boundary ~ that shimmering membrane between realities ~ his inner cognition stirred.
A decision crystallized: absorb the remnant seal and residual system energy, or eliminate it entirely.
Han Chen chose neither hastily nor passively. His Nascent Soul consciousness, operating far beyond mortal reasoning, intertwined with the seal itself. He didn't force submission ~ he invited cooperation. Using the system as a medium, he channeled his request into the dark flow: harvest the dark energy spurring expansion, pushing outward the reality barrier like tide lifting the edge of some celestial continent.
Ripples shimmered at his fingertips ~ not water, but spacetime itself responding. Massive siphoning membranes emerged, their other ends connecting across dimensions into his sealed inner universe. Over the next day, energy equivalent to ten stellar masses flowed inward. Compared to the barrier's spherical immensity, this was dust in galactic wind ~ but more would risk collapse. Excessive siphoning without rapid replacement, especially after timeline erasure, might rupture causal equilibrium entirely.
"Condensing matter from my own energy costs too much," he murmured. "But dark energy... this can shape the foundation properly."
Sensing adequate energetic foundation, he prepared to condense the next domain within his inner universe. But his soul couldn't enter the plane without risking involuntary ascension.
Time to retreat to the chaos world bead for that final touch.
He withdrew to a secluded sector within where he'd deliberately avoided installing restraints on law layers below immortal level. The moment he entered, higher-order Dao principles washed over him like rain on dry earth.
His spirit will and sense were instantly suppressed but his cognition pool and enhanced comprehension ~ byproducts of essence storing realm and Nascent Soul refinement ~ began passive harmonization and refinement.
Within his protected mansion, surrounded by arrays of concealment, he settled cross-legged.
Why bother concealing myself?
Despite the apparent silence, he wasn't the strongest lifeform here. Deep within this realm stirred demon beasts whose breath could pulverize the likes of Yue Lan or Hye Won without effort. He past self seems to have included them for some reason.
His thoughts returned to the sealed inner universe. Time remained synchronized with external flow. His soul detached from the material plane, entering directly into the embryo-universe within his dantian. The moment his consciousness surfaced there, quantum chaos stirred.
The suspended quantum soup halted ~ not in fear, but recognition. His emergence aligned precisely with the timeline offering the greatest possibility for favorable environment and life evolution. It was by choice not coincidence. There wasn't much mass to begin with ~ maybe similar to Earth ~ but he'd considered everything carefully.
His consciousness entered fully, and in that critical moment, all other probabilistic timelines collapsed.
"The birth of the First Observer collapses the wavefunction," he whispered to himself. "A single history blooms where infinite once lay."
No law demanded the Observer be born from within. Now, wielding his Nascent Soul crown, Han Chen's quantum coherence resonated directly with universal law. His senses unfurled across spacetime while his Law Domain wrapped around the entire microcosm. Every particle within bore his origin signature ~ control came naturally, without the slightest resistance.
The familiar sensation struck him again ~ that moment of universal merger when his consciousness expanded beyond the boundaries of flesh and soul. But this time was different. His soul didn't merely drift through the cosmic currents as some wandering guest. This time, it branded itself into the very fabric of existence.
Primordial Sovereign Entity.
The title echoed through dimensions as his essence, refined and law-composed, seeped into every thread of dark energy, every whisper of primordial force. The universe... it recognized him. Accepted him. The Lokakshara runes blazed across his spirit while Sanskrit symbols bloomed in acknowledgment ~ they have a Domain master.
Power flooded through him. Not the crude strength of cultivation, but something infinitely more profound. Every atom pulsed with his intent. Every strand of energy awaited his command. The environment itself began reshaping, clay in the hands of an absolute sculptor.
His law energy worked with quiet efficiency. Dark energy transmuted into foundational quantum essence. Matter and antimatter ~ once bitter enemies ~ now danced together in perfect harmony. The universe expanded with purpose, time itself bending to his will. Five hundred billion times faster than outer reality, yet to his perception, it remained like watching a story unfold in real time.
He rewrote the universal constants. Entropy could now reverse under certain thresholds. Order restored where chaos reigned. Entropy wells formed ~ temporary storage for disorder that could later be harvested as structured energy. A renewable resource born from cosmic dysfunction.
If I were still trapped in Golden Core Realm.
The thought amused him. Back then, synchronizing with the material cosmos would have been... well, difficult and painful. Painstaking creation ~ seeding stars in careful nests, engineering supernovae to expel precisely the right heavy elements. Sculpting protoplanets from gravitational lattices, nudging them along exact angular arcs. Even the chemistry of interstellar clouds would need delicate adjustment ~ biased toward water-bearing molecules, hydrophilic carbon backbones to nurture life.
A slow art. A bound hand.
But not anymore.
With sovereign authority, he reached into the quantum soup and pulled matter into form. Reality condensed from the collapsing echoes of energies. Millions of years compressed into mere moments. Stellar creation, gravitational coalescence, planetary formation, tectonic layering, orbital alignment ~ all passing in the blink of his will.
Gases spiraled inward, collapsing into a singular world. Mass compressed into a terrestrial sphere while from residual matter, a star ignited. Its light burned gold and warm, casting life-giving breath across the void. The planet found its orbit ~ precisely placed for sustained life, surface mostly water with volcanic regions to facilitate creation.
Balanced. Calculated. Crafted.
Gravity twenty-five fold Earth's. Solar radiance ten times brighter. Additional planets bloomed within the habitable zone while surplus matter either joined the dance or returned to the void as raw energy. Two entities now existed in this cosmos ~ himself, and these newborn worlds.
This is no random creation.
True, he might have preferred a perfect world. But without the dao of heaven and higher laws, this sculpted approach was necessary. Eventually, when the law layers matured sufficiently, existence itself would evolve. Stars would become unnecessary ~ condensing directly into conceptual fields, celestial entities made of pure fire and yang law. Earth would expand infinitely, not as a planet but as realms accommodating all matter within spacetime. Even the moon would transform from discarded rock into something intimately tied to darkness and yin.
But that day remained distant. For now, he needed a planetary system obeying classical archetypes.
And he had it.
Now came genesis itself.
Within this controlled universe, his law authority reigned supreme. With each breath, chemical laws manifested at his will. Molecules organized themselves ~ life sparked from thought alone. Simple organisms arose, feeding on gases ~ CO₂, CH₄, just a precious few at first.
Then he released control.
Evolution raced forward like a river unleashed. Half a day to him became two million years within the accelerated timestream. Life erupted, diverged, struggled, thrived. Through it all, he observed without aging, untouched by time's relentless current.
Predators evolved from prey sometimes they merged back. It was fun to experience in live action. Hierarchy bloomed across the biochemical spiral. He resisted the urge to micromanage ~ it would still need billions of years to form intelligent species capable of using tools.
But he wasn't finished.
Selecting an isolated region spanning thousands of miles, he ran a transformation of matter. The area became an exact replica of the chaos bead's inner world ~ pavilions, structures, even lay lines perfectly reproduced.
Without heavenly root available, his Qi formed runes resembling stellar convergence arrays, planet-wide in scope. The universe's excess energy reconverted to law energy, feeding the process.
Spiritual energy slowly began populating the space.
His soul remained unmarked by time's passage, yet transformation accelerated within this domain of absolute authority. Perhaps it was the strengthening of will through moments of total control ~ reshaping reality into livable systems, directing evolution, watching it thrive. A minor enlightenment struck him, speeding the process.
The nascent soul achieved complete qualitative transformation.
Silver King Soul. Free from corruption forevermore.
The Unraveling
Time to wrap up God's work and return to reality.