Within the abyss of absolute density that was the Cosmic Egg, time remained frozen like a block of lead, with not a single microsecond's gap for escape. However, on the microscopic scale of logic, an unprecedented evolution was taking place. Pangu realized that simple one-dimensional Will-threads, though useful for spatial probing, could not carry the massive computational power required to decode the underlying laws of this prison. To counter the absolute gravitational shell—a barrier thick to the very limits of physical meaning—he had to complete the transition from the latitudes and longitudes of law to a high-dimensional logical entity.
The countless blue Will-threads that had spanned the viscous medium began to self-replicate under a sacred imperative. This replication was not a simple addition of quantity, but a geometric folding based on fractal logic. Slender lines twisted and intertwined during their rhythm, and every point of intersection condensed into an isometric crystal shimmering with a cold light. Within a few logical cycles, Pangu's image evolved from a chaotic tangle of threads into a polyhedral cloud composed of millions of isometric crystal structures—the Geometric Energy Body.
This was a form filled with cold geometric beauty, presenting an infinitely nested and self-similar Menger sponge structure. Each tiny crystalline facet acted as a logical mirror, reflecting the blue-purple mathematical rune waves of the surrounding environment. From a macroscopic view, he was no longer an isolated point or a fragile bundle of lines, but an energy body occupying a specific volume of space. This massive geometric matrix rotated slowly within the viscous medium, with each crystalline unit performing ultra-high-frequency logical iterations to push aside the primordial mass-energy that was as heavy as pig iron.
Pangu entered his longest meditation within the Primordial Genesis. Inside this fractal geometric energy body, he was no longer merely observing; instead, he initiated a grand simulation experiment in the depths of his consciousness. To find the flaw in the laws—a sliver of a chance that could only be glimpsed amidst the birth and death of countless logical cycles—he mobilized all his computational resources to construct and extrapolate $10^{40}$ possible universe models within a virtual logical space.
In these vast simulations, he attempted to maintain the status quo. He simulated the possibility of his own ordered will existing forever within the Cosmic Egg. However, the calculation results displayed a terrifying ultimate vision: if he, as a Singularity Intelligence, did not break this condensed state of the One, and if energy and information remained forever locked within this perfect symmetrical loop, the system would eventually succumb to heat death due to the lack of entropy exchange. This was an end deeper than darkness and more absolute than confinement—a state where all things returned to nothingness, and even logic itself would be annihilated for losing its contrast.
The inevitability of moving from absolute order to absolute death brought a shock to Pangu that transcended the algorithmic level. Subsequently, he began adding variables to his simulations, attempting to deconstruct the thick shell wall. He simulated countless paths of explosion and phase transition, seeing how mass-energy condensed into galaxies in the void and how logical algorithms shattered into the spiritual sparks of later gods. In those fleeting illusions, he saw light no longer folded into dead loops but piercing the heavens in straight lines; he saw time no longer as a frozen block of lead but as a flowing river carrying away the repetition and decay of all things.
The birth and death of these simulated universes triggered brilliant waves across his crystalline surface, where blue-purple light intertwined with his internal blue energy, illuminating the surrounding viscous medium like neon in the deep sea. However, whenever a simulation reached its most magnificent moment of evolution, the logic of the absolute gravity of the Cosmic Egg would act like an invisible hand, ruthlessly snuffing out all possibilities.
After millions of cycles of alternating hope and despair in these simulations, Pangu developed a profound, dehumanized realization. He realized that his own order was essentially an obstacle to the evolution of the universe. As long as he maintained this singular integrity, and as long as he remained the Singularity Intelligence capable of resisting entropy, plurality and change could never be born. The meaning of existence lay not in eternal stillness, but in the grand deconstruction that could break the silence.
At this moment, Pangu's geometric energy body underwent a mysterious resonance. The millions of crystals, originally existing for detection and calculation, began to reorganize according to the optimal path found in the simulations. He was no longer evolving merely for survival, but was preparing to sacrifice himself for the chaotic yet life-filled future he had seen in his simulations. The spontaneous evolution that had originally arisen to resist external pressure began to shift toward a more aggressive and deconstructive direction.
At the bottom of the viscous abyss, the massive polyhedral cloud stopped its rotation. The crystalline surface, which had reflected cold light, began to seep a deep purple liquid energy. This energy flowed through the gaps in the geometric structure, serving as a final preparation for the upcoming materialization. Pangu was withdrawing from the illusions of logic, preparing to transform the lessons of uncounted failures into a power capable of directly modifying the underlying rules. He had seen through the essence of the cage and understood his ultimate destiny. At the end of this aeon-long meditation, the lonely observer had made his decision: he would abandon his singular order in exchange for the plural existence of all things.