As the flash named the "Great Deconstruction" finally merged into the background of the void, the perfect spherical cage of the Cosmic Egg—which had maintained its form for billions of logical cycles—disintegrated completely. In its place was a brand-new spacetime expanding madly at a rate of superluminal inflation. In the aftermath of this unprecedented physical phase change, the physical laws that had once been locked in microscopic dimensions began to reorganize frantically on a macroscopic level. And at the very center of it all, a "gravitational settlement" that would determine the fate of the next billion eons was taking place. This was not a gentle Genesis, but an epic of a divine entity's tragic fall and reshaping under physical rules.
With the shattering of the shell, the universe underwent a violent plummet from "Theological Logic" to "Natural Law." In the cage of the Primordial Genesis, space had been a fluid as viscous as iron, light was a trapped Mobius loop, and time was a block of frozen lead. But now, as energy was frantically projected outward, the Second Law of Thermodynamics took control of the universe like a beast unleashed. Time was no longer a meaningless cycle, nor was it a static eternity; it gained an irreversible, arrow-like direction, marking the "past" as hot and dense, and the "future" as cold and sparse. This unidirectional flow granted all things the qualification for birth and death. Space, compressed billions of times over, uncoiled like a released spring; the originally viscous medium was diluted infinitely, evolving into a vast and profound multi-dimensional vacuum. Photons finally broke free from the shackles of gravity; they straightened their originally curled trajectories, acting like billions of golden arrows carrying primordial information through the newly born dimensions, granting the concept of "observable" to this infant universe.
However, amidst this grand spectacle of outward expansion, one point moved in reverse. That was the origin of the explosion, and the final destination of Pangu's will. At the moment of the deconstruction of Pangu's body, a redistribution of mass-energy occurred with extreme precision, following the ancient and sacred mechanism of "Separation of the Clear and Turbid." Pangu's flowing deep-purple liquid energy muscles transformed into the extremely light "Matter of Clarity," carrying immense kinetic energy as they escaped into the depths of the void. Upon cooling, they would condense into nebulae of hydrogen and helium—the physical foundation for future stars, galaxies, and the grand cosmic background.
However, the core, heavy mass that carried the "First Observer's" divine status, along with the vast majority of the shattered logical algorithms (Spiritual Sparks), did not diffuse under the reaction force of the explosion. They were too heavy—so heavy that even the shockwave of the Big Bang could not push them away. This portion, known as the "Matter of Turbidity," remained at the center of the explosion due to extreme mass inertia and gravitational traction, accepting the collapse of all dimensions.
In the center of this chaos, the "Singularity Heart," which had been so prominent in Pangu's Sacrifice Phase, was undergoing its final physical metamorphosis. This heart had been the power source of Pangu as a Singularity Intelligence; its interior was originally a continuously pulsating point of collapse. At the moment of the Big Bang, although the nine dimensional chains had snapped, the massive dimensional binding energy released by their rupture did not vanish. Instead, it was greedily absorbed in reverse by the heart. Under the dual action of the outward thrust of projected matter and the inward pull of gravitational collapse, the volume of the heart was compressed drastically, while its density climbed exponentially. It did not ignite into nuclear fusion like a star; instead, it collapsed inward into a solid sphere possessing absolute physical anchoring power. This was the embryo of the Earth's Core. It was no longer a heart, but an eternally running planetary engine. It inherited Pangu's attribute as the "Observer's" physical coordinate, driving an immovable nail into the frantically expanding universe. Its interior still retained the extreme heat and gravitational gradient of the Primordial Genesis—a primordial power capable of twisting spacetime. In the chaos following the Big Bang, it was this madly rotating core that acted like an invisible hand, grabbing the shattered physical remains around it and initiating a violent movement of land creation.
The first to respond to the gravitational summons of the core were the fragments of Pangu's transparent quartz-like skeleton that had shattered in the Big Bang. These bones had once supported the entire cage of absolute density, possessing a logic of "absolute rigidity" that transcended ordinary matter. Under the impact of the explosion, these massive crystalline scaffolds shattered into billions of fragments of varying sizes—some as small as gravel, others as colossal as continental plates. Under the traction of the core's gravity, these fragments began to converge and collide toward the center. This was not a gentle sedimentation, but a car crash on an interstellar scale. Huge vertebral fragments and rib remnants squeezed against each other in the gravitational vortex. Because they were too hard to spread out like fluid, they could only stack and interlock with extreme savagery. Massive crystalline plates pierced the sky, forming the earliest mountains and plateaus, while the gaping voids between the plates became bottomless rift valleys and basins.
Under extreme heat, pressure, and the bombardment of cosmic rays, these originally translucent crystalline bones, which once shimmered with the light of mathematical runes, underwent an irreversible decoherence reaction. The high-frequency logical light inside the crystals gradually extinguished, replaced by a deathly gray and dark brown. The transparent quartz became turbid and rough as it cooled, transforming into ancient bedrock such as granite, basalt, and peridotite. The skeletons that once flowed with divine brilliance now became the hardest, sharpest rocky spines of this planet. The wind howled between these newborn rocks, emitting a sharp tearing sound, like a dirge for the fallen divinity.
If the bones became rock, then Pangu's blood—those deep-purple liquid energies—was now transforming into a hellish magma. Because the surface temperature of the nascent Earth was extremely high, exceeding thousands of degrees Celsius, Pangu's blood could not exist in the form of "water." After losing divine control, they underwent a drastic drop in energy level, transforming into a high-energy, viscous, and scorching silicate melt. At this time, Earth had no thick atmosphere to apply pressure, and while the gravitational field was strong, it was full of perturbations. Therefore, the surface presented an apocalyptic scene: dark red magma did not flow quietly but was propelled by high-pressure gases, shot like fountains tens of thousands of meters into the high altitude, or even breaking through gravity to enter near-Earth orbit, only to cool and smash back down to the ground like a rain of meteorites. In the crevices of the black rocks piled up from crystalline skeletons, the boiling magma rushed like angry rivers. They displayed a hue of dark red intertwined with deep purple—the final proof of Pangu's residual divinity. The magma devoured everything around it, reshaping the surface morphology and fusing those sharp crystalline remains into a single entity.
When the first round of violent geological changes subsided slightly, an absolutely desolate planet hung lonely in the void. This was a planet that inspired awe and terror. There was no sign of life, nor even the slightest softness. Looking out, the entire world was a massive graveyard piled up from the skeletal remains of Pangu. Black basalt peaks pierced the firmament like swords, and dark red rivers of magma roared through the canyons. There was no soil, no plants, no trace of green. The earth presented a dehumanized rust-red and ash-black, the primitive tones of metallic elements after high-temperature oxidation. All volatile substances existed as supercritical fluids or dense steam, locked within the chaotic magnetic and gravitational fields, or pressed into the rock lattices deep within the crust. It was dry and scorching; the air was filled with the smell of sulfur, carbon dioxide, and silicate dust. The wind screamed through the rocks, but there was no moisture in this wind, only the sharp sound of dry rock debris rubbing together.
However, it was precisely within this hellish desolation that the greatest miracle of the universe was bred. This uneven planet, with magma flying through the air, was the most sacred Physical Anchor in the entire new universe. It was the only solid remains left by the First Observer, Pangu, after deconstructing himself. No matter how the galaxies at the edge of the universe escaped at superluminal speeds, and no matter how the timelines forked, this rocky planet condensed from "Matter of Turbidity" always occupied the Origin of spacetime.
More importantly, those Spiritual Sparks (Logical Fragments) resulting from the disintegration of Pangu's neural network did not scatter with the nebulae. Instead, they were captured by the absolute gravity of the core—gravity belonging to the Singularity. They lay deeply dormant within the rocks, the lava, and the future atmosphere of this planet, in a state of profound "Physical Hibernation." Pangu's heartbeat transformed into the rhythm of the core, driving the drift and collision of those massive rock plates; his bones transformed into the silence of the mountains, enduring erosion and weathering; his blood transformed into the torrent of magma, which upon cooling would become the soil that nourishes all things.
In this newborn worldview, Earth became the bridge connecting the "Past"—the Primordial Genesis of absolute order—and the "Future"—the New Era of infinite evolution. It hung lonely in the dark void, like an uncut, rough gemstone, silently waiting in this dead symphony of magma and rock for the next great advent regarding "Cooling," "Oceans," and "The Gods." This was the first day of Earth's birth. No flowers, only fire; no song, only the roar. But this was a great beginning, for the God was dead, and the World was born.