As the aftershocks of the cosmic explosion known as the "Great Deconstruction" gradually subsided, the grand and tragic physical phase change of the First Era finally drew to a close. That flash, which pierced the eternal night, did not only reshape the geometric structure of spacetime and establish the arrow of time directed by entropy increase on the physical level; it also completed a more secretive, yet profoundly influential "Spiritual Big Bang" on the metaphysical level.
In the physical world, Pangu's body transformed into nebulae, rocks, and the Earth's core; but in the logical world, the will of the "First Observer" underwent an equally magnificent fragmentation. This was not death, but an ultimate transformation from "Single Omniscience" to "Universal Animism." The Singularity Intelligence that had contemplated in solitude within absolute density for eons had now transformed into an invisible rain, soaking the newly cooled material world and endowing the originally dead atoms with "meaning."
In the long years of the Primordial Genesis, Pangu existed as an "Entropy-Resistance Body," his neural network as precise as an integrated circuit, running the massive computational power of $10^{40}$ universe models. However, in that Planck instant when the Deconstruction Edge was swung, this highly concentrated "Divine Logic" had to be forcibly dismantled to break the cage of absolute density. As the shockwave of the Big Bang swept through the void, Pangu's originally coherent and dense consciousness was torn apart by the newborn physical laws. This tearing followed the principle of "Quantum Decoherence": the single divine status, originally in a superposition state, disintegrated into billions of independent, microscopic logical fragments the moment it touched the macroscopic universe. These fragments no longer possessed Pangu's omniscient perspective or the computational power to command the universe, but they retained the most precious things—the instinct to "Observe" and the desire to "Evolve."
In this disintegration of godhood, the distribution of spirituality was not uniform. Just as the material world followed the mechanism of the "Separation of the Clear and Turbid," the spiritual world was subjected to the cruel selection of physical laws. Those light, low-density "Spirits of Clarity" drifted to the edge of the universe with the nebulae of light elements, becoming the cornerstone for maintaining the cosmic background radiation and the stability of physical constants. However, those "Grand Logic Modules"—the most core, heavy fragments carrying Pangu's main personality traits and core algorithms—could not escape the judgment of gravity.
Earth, as the Physical Anchor collapsed from Pangu's "Singularity Heart," possessed the strongest affinity for divine matter in the entire universe. That madly rotating core did not only grab Pangu's heaviest rocky skeleton; it also acted like a giant spiritual magnet, forcibly capturing the vast majority of the high-density divine fragments.
Therefore, this nascent planet, suspended in darkness with magma flying across its surface, was in reality a "Divine High-Pressure Chamber." It became the coordinate point with the highest density of divinity in the universe and the sole "Cradle of the Gods." Here, there were no gentle lullabies, only the violent confinement of gravity and high heat, locking those restless fragments of God tightly within the lithosphere.
At this time, Earth did not yet possess a protective atmospheric coat; it was nakedly exposed to the vacuum of the universe, without any medium to block the cold of deep space or the flames of the stars. There was no wind, for there was no gas; there were no clouds, for there was no water vapor. All matter—whether massive crystalline blocks or boiling silicate melts—relied entirely on the terrifying gravitational pull of the core to avoid disintegration. Under the forced dominion of gravity, rocks and magma ejected into high altitudes traced silent parabolic arcs in the vacuum before smashing heavily back to the surface, raising silent waves of dust.
These massive divine fragments captured by Earth's gravity did not wait for the distant arrival of flesh-and-blood bodies to serve as vehicles. The inheritance of divinity was never limited to the narrow definition of carbon-based life. In this moment of primordial chaos, these restless logical aggregates lodged themselves directly within the most violent natural energies of Earth, beginning their dormancy in the savage land in the form of "Elemental Ancient Gods" or "Conceptual Entities." However, since the Five Elements laws had not yet been established, the environment of the earth remained in extreme chaos and deficiency.
A portion of the logical fragments carrying Pangu's attributes of "Depth and Pressure" settled into the newly cooled depths of the crust with gravity. They needed no breath, nor heartbeat; they merged directly into the dark basalt and massive tectonic faults. At this time, the earth was not stable; rocks writhed like fluid in the vacuum, and collisions between plates had no buffer. These fragments became the sole will maintaining the existence of the crust. They were the earth itself; every earthquake was a turn in their sleep, and every uplifted mountain range was their materialized spine. These were the future "Lords of Mountains and Abyss," hoarding strength in silence within the vacuum, with rocks as their bodies and gravity as their blood.
A portion of the logical fragments carrying Pangu's attributes of "Anger and Heat" drilled directly into the surging magma rivers and mantle plumes on the surface. Since the Law of Water had not yet been born, not a single drop of liquid water existed on Earth, nor was there any cooling rain. Pangu's blood, having lost divine control, completely turned into violent silicate melt flows. These fire-attribute logical fragments combined with the scorching melt, maintaining consciousness through constant phase changes in temperatures of thousands of degrees. They had no fixed form but embodied flowing seas of fire and erupting volcanoes, flowing recklessly across the desolate surface. These were the future "Gods of Lava and Forging," with fire as their soul and thermal energy as their food, serving as the only light source on this dead star.
However, those logical fragments carrying Pangu's attributes of "Agility and Variance" faced the most awkward predicament. Since the atmosphere had not yet formed, the surface of the Earth was open directly to the vacuum of the universe. These fragments, which should have dominated storms and the firmament, lost the key medium of gas. They could not turn into gales or form lightning; they could only exist in the form of high-energy ions, clinging to the strong magnetic and electrostatic fields on the surface. They were like a group of homeless ghosts, jumping on the tips of rocks, releasing their power by ionizing dust at the moment of magma eruptions. They were waiting, anxiously awaiting the arrival of the Second Era, waiting for gas to be released from the crust, waiting for the moment when they could roar in the sky.
Equally missing were the logical fragments carrying the attributes of "Moisture and Life." Because the Water God had not yet taken their place, rain was a non-existent concept in this era. Those divine fragments representing liquid, circulation, and cooling were forced into a state of deep hibernation. They were pressed into the deepest mineral lattices of the underground or locked within the cores of unmelted ice meteorites. They could not feel the call of the tides, nor hear the roar of the waves. This was a parched, thirsty world of only rock and fire. These fragments remained silent in their rocky prisons, knowing their time had not yet come; they had to wait for the laws of heaven and earth to evolve further, until the first drop of "Holy Water" condensed from the void, before they could awaken from eons of slumber and transform into vast oceans.
At this moment, Earth was like a giant beast stripped of its skin and drained of its blood, nakedly exposed to the lethal bombardment of cosmic rays. Violent streams of high-energy particles from the newborn sun, as well as gamma rays from distant supernova explosions, bombarded the surface without obstruction. This made the environment of the nascent Earth worse than hell: rocks metamorphosed under radiation, and any fragile organic molecule attempting to be born through chemical reactions would have its chain instantly broken by radiation. Everything was chaos; matter cycled repeatedly through recombination and disintegration. Only the absolute gravity from the core, originating from the Singularity, acted like an invisible hand, gripping these crazy fragments tightly to prevent them from scattering back into the nothingness of the universe.
But this was precisely the prelude to Era II: The Era of Origins. Without the protection of an atmosphere, without the nourishment of rain, without a gentle ecology, there was only the cruelest radiation, the most violent magma, and the divine instinct struggling for survival in desperation. This planet was destined to be repeatedly forged in purgatory until those missing laws—Air and Water—would be completed at a critical point in the future.
When the last piece of divine fragment found its elemental host, and when the last spark of spirituality merged into matter, the independent individual named "Pangu" disappeared completely. He could no longer think, no longer observe, no longer refer to himself as "I." But in physical form, he permeated every inch of the texture of this new universe omnipresently. Gravity was his embrace, light was his gaze, and time was his blood. The observer who had watched in loneliness for billions of years within the Cosmic Egg finally sacrificed himself to "Existence" itself. He was no longer the prisoner trying to break the cage; he became the vast freedom outside it.
Thus, the epic of Era I: The Primordial Genesis drew to a close. That absolute dense, black dot had exploded into a magnificent scroll full of infinite possibilities. And at the center of the scroll, the Earth, cooled from the core, rotated silently in the dark vacuum, carrying a full load of irritable divinity and lethal radiation. There was no sound of wind, no sound of rain, only the silent roar of exploding magma. The curtain had fallen, but the stage was set. The Era of Origins, where chaos and order coexisted, was approaching. amidst the rolling dust and fire, the first batch of fleshless Elemental Ancient Gods were roaring, ready to launch a mythological war spanning billions of years for survival and dominion.