Chapter 1: Dreaming Again
Chapter 1: Dreaming Again
Zuo Meng opened his eyes with a blank expression.
“Another dream,” he muttered.
He still didn’t understand this peculiar ability. Every time he slept, he found himself in this bizarre emptiness – a complete void without even mist. Time and space held no meaning here, yet Zuo Meng instinctively grasped these concepts in this place where normal logic dissolved.
“When will I wake?”
Left undisturbed, he’d remain trapped in this primordial chaos. The legendary void before creation might have looked exactly like this.
Floating motionlessly without physical form, only consciousness. During his first visit, he’d tried exploring, but quickly realized “movement” meant nothing where spatial concepts didn’t exist.
“Maybe I’ll create life. That might be less dull.”
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This was his dream after all – here, he felt godlike. If ancient Pangu could shape chaos, why couldn’t a dreamer try?
“First, space.”
The void rippled at his thought. A misty egg-shaped form materialized – the first tangible object in the endless nothingness.
“Easier than expected.”
Zuo Meng’s consciousness entered the egg-structure. Time meant nothing as he worked – perfect for battling boredom while waiting to wake.
“Space done. Now time. Then laws.”
The world expanded under his guidance. Visible chains representing time, space, gravity, and light emerged like skeletal framework. His consciousness formed a humanoid figure floating centrally, mirroring mythical creation stories.
Pausing his work, Zuo Meng observed the half-formed realm. Every element followed his designs, limited by his own understanding. Here, he was absolute deity – nothing could exist beyond his knowledge.
“Was my own world made this way?”
He shook his head. Overthinking a mere dream.
“Now the Main World.”
His consciousness-hands grabbed void matter, kneading it like dough. Ten thousand dream-years later, he tossed a black-white sphere outward. Under existing laws, it warped into a floating continent resembling mythical immortal islands.
The first world stabilized.
“Luohuang Continent.”
The land shivered joyfully at its naming.
Standing on his creation, Zuo Meng felt satisfaction. Finally, solid ground beneath him.
“Hide the law chains. World Will needs neutrality – impartial Heavenly Order.”
The visible chains faded as the realm’s emotional fluctuations stilled into detached fairness.
He examined the glassy blue ground with internal gas currents – crude compared to real earth. “Soil.”
Cracking sounds erupted as brown layers erupted upward, forming rocks and topsoil. The transformation spread rapidly, turning the ethereal island into proper land.
“Water!”
The ground produced water, covering low-lying areas to form marshes, lakes, and oceans.
“Wood!” Plants rapidly sprouted in areas untouched by water.
“Fire!”
The earth surged upward, revealing volcanoes that ignited some vegetation.
“Wind!”
“Thunder!”
…
With each thought, the world grew more complete. The sun, moon, and stars appeared in the sky while plants thrived below. Zuo Meng floated midair, unconcerned with time’s passage. In this eternal dream where he couldn’t age, years held no meaning. When the world finally developed its own operating rules after countless millennia, Zuo Meng withdrew his control – like a programmer releasing finished code to run independently.
Eons later, the ground trembled.
Unknown forces reshaped Zuo Meng’s created lakes and oceans into tsunamis that submerged continents. Submerged volcanoes erupted, fracturing sunken landmasses. When waters retreated, the reformed geography surpassed Zuo Meng’s original design in perfection.
Ferns emerged from receding tides, consuming gaseous rules and exhaling new air.
Atmosphere formed!
Natural evolution replaced artificial rules. Like planted seeds growing through nature’s will, the world found its own balance through competition and adaptation.
“These are… alien creatures?”
One billion years!
Zuo Meng idly noted the timeframe as the world finally birthed lifeforms. Ferns diversified into millions of marine plants. A hardy weed crawled ashore, becoming the first land vegetation. Near volcanic craters, a mutated plant developed unique properties.
Zuo Meng named this special lifeform – Huang!
Ancient Ruins Continent!
The reborn world’s central landmass spanned nearly a million kilometers, surrounded by deep oceans. At its heart floated Taichu Island, suspended eternally by Zuo Meng’s altered laws. Here the creator settled after initial Creation.
Following Huang’s emergence came two more primordial beings. A vegetation spirit named Ling and a mineral-born entity called Kun. These Three Chaotic Beings sensed their creator’s presence like distant divinity, though Zuo Meng remained beyond true comprehension.
Another million years passed.
“I AM HUANG!”
The tree colossus roared through ancient forests, branches blotting sunlight across ten miles. Roots plunged through bedrock, draining all surrounding energy. Transforming roots into legs, Huang trampled weaker lifeforms like insects.
Simultaneously, twin awakenings shook the world:
“I AM LING!”
“I AM KUN!”
Born from magma and valley foliage respectively, these beings dominated their territories through overwhelming power.
“These must be the Chaotic Beings.”
Zuo Meng observed their law-imbued forms – natural-born entities feeding on primal energy, shaped by world rules and faint creator influence. Later lifeforms lacked such advantages, born after chaotic energies dissipated and explicit laws faded.
“Come. Show yourselves.”
Breaking endless solitude, Zuo Meng summoned his creations to bestow gifts.
In the Dream World, he was god.
Every being heard their creator’s call. The Three Chaotic Beings – Huang, Ling, Kun – soared toward Taichu Island first, trailed by other powerful entities.