I once glimpsed the ultimate answer to the universe inside a particle accelerator.
The next second, an explosion blasted me into the Primordial Universe, before it had taken shape.
There was no Pangu here, nor heaven and earth,
only the surging source of the Primordial World in the boundless chaos.
I discovered that I had become a speck of dust in the chaos,
yet my consciousness could quietly resonate with the source of the Primordial World.
Just as I laughed at the absurdity of it all,
an ancient sigh suddenly echoed through the depths of chaos:
How could a speck of dust possess consciousness?
The Primordial World had yet to be opened, and the Great Dao had yet to emerge.
In the chaos, invisible titans lay in wait, while innate supreme beings were being born.
A conscious speck of dust from another world became the only “accident” in the chaotic torrent.
I feel like this is a good book. I can't understand the first few chapters, which is about describing the chaos. But it gets better after Chapter 5. I feel so anxious. Maybe it's because I haven't read enough, and the world view hasn't been fully revealed yet.