Within the Hanging Gardens of Babylon, Shen Haoran sat cross-legged, hovering inches above the polished floor.
His eyes remained shut, but his consciousness was operating at a tier of boundless, god-like calculation.
The empirical knowledge, cosmic models, and mathematical truths extracted from the souls of the educated Blue Star scholars churned in his spiritual sea.
Since the dawn of time, the supreme emperors had constructed their private domains through vague, poetic intuition—borrowing the fragmented Dao of heaven and earth, forcing chaotic yin and yang into fragile stasis, and relying on unstable spiritual runes that cracked whenever higher tribulations descended.
Haoran rejected that archaic methodology.
He would not merely build a world out of spirit; he would forge one governed by immutable, self-sustaining laws.
Slowly, Haoran extended his will outward.
The boundless void of his inner world shuddered.
