He didn't care about this at all. For him, after knowing some rules and having nothing to understand, the attraction of the outside world was just that. It was not as practical as farming in seclusion by oneself. Everything that happened outside had nothing to do with him.

"Why does this idea feel like a dead house? They say that the colorful world outside is unattractive, why not hide in the house and read books, surf the Internet, and watch TV shows?" Xu Zhi became dumbfounded.

But it was really like this for him. There was a colorful world outside, so why would it be interesting to have his own colorful world?

Outside, he is just an inconspicuous tenth-level heir, a boy in the dojo, a servant, and a guy who brings tea and water. Behind closed doors at home, he is the God of Creation.

Xu Zhi looked in front of him...

What was the birth of the universe like?

Before, the small world sandboxes created by Xu Zhi had never looked like this. They were all a sandbox, and then creatures began to evolve. They seemed diverse, but the rules of the world had never changed.

"But things are different now. The rules are unprecedented!"

Xu Zhi ignored the people in the Dimension Courtyard, but focused on the situation breaking out in front of him, clearly seeing that everything was spreading outward.

In a daze, Xu Zhi sensed everything.

Strange-shaped pieces of dirt and metal float in the air.

The light is distorted, hazy, and strangely shaped like ribbons. The flames are also irregular, floating everywhere, and the water flow is scattered like mist, distributed in the sky and the earth.

The entire universe is like a messy garbage dump after an explosion, everything is in chaos.

"Is this the universe where chaos first emerged?"

He seemed to see a rough road, with only the main trunk, without any branches, buds, green leaves, flowers, everything was empty.

"Time is just time, but it has no laws of its own..."

Xu Zhi suddenly realized the real truth. After the chaos first emerged, everything was not in order, but was just better than the state of chaos.

"Even the law of time has not been determined. So, can I fill in the time law of this universe?" Xu Zhi had a bold and strong idea, "In the large universe, high-dimensional space-time, the upper limit of thinking is one hundred years a day.

...Exceeding this speed, although the body is changing, the mind cannot think... This is the flow speed of the God of Creation, so who sets the upper limit of this time?"

"Is it a rule established by the existence of an ancient universe after Hedao became enlightened? In order to prevent the chaos of time, an upper limit is set? If I modify it, the limit of the speed I can think is... ten thousand years a day,
Chapter completed!