Chapter 542: Peak B-Grade
The world creation Dao Vision remained hard to untangle. Jack was stumped. He was convinced that the level of his Dao understanding rivaled that of most Archons by now. Yet, even after seeing the Vision a thousand times, even after comprehending the individual Daos it relied on, he was unable to crack its secrets.
How? he thought, gritting his teeth.
He dove back into the vision. A green-robed woman sat patiently in space, overlooking a bubble of empty space. Only a handful of particles filled it, crossing the massive space haphazardly at great speed. This had been happening for a long, long time.
Suddenly, two particles crashed, and a new world was born. Reality unraveled. The particles exploded, and a million different Daos sprang into existence as if each of them had contained a world. The massive, empty bubble was consumed by a large explosion which left in its wake liquid matter. The Dao of Time inside it wobbled and realigned itself on a new axis, forming a timeline perpendicular to the one of the universe around it, yet one which moved at a different frequency.
The rest of the elements stabilized then, attuned to that particular frequency, and a new universe was born in the bubble, one whose every particle differed from those of the previous universe on a level Jack wouldn’t even realize was possible without seeing it. It was like discovering a new color. Reality and the physical laws quickly diverged from what Jack knew, all their transformations based on that universe’s Dao of Time.
This whole sequence happened instantaneously. Even Jack, with his sharp senses and perception, could only get glimpses. He understood the basic principles of what occurred—a new universe had been created, defined by the unique frequency of its Dao of Time—but the actual process was far too vast and complex. There were so many moving pieces that understanding them all would take an eternity.
He even suspected this was a concept on a higher level than Entropy or the black hole, though he really had no way of knowing. It was certainly more complex.
With a sigh, Jack left the Dao Vision for the thousandth time. “This is too difficult,” he muttered. “Either I’m missing something or my current state of being is not enough. Probably both.”
With a decisive tug of will, he forced the problem away, out of his mind. He would revisit it when better able to. Jack then rolled his shoulders, standing up after a long period of meditation. The stone room around him remained the same—shelves over shelves were filled with crystal spheres.