Fu Qingjun closed his eyes, secretly activating all rules to recondense this cosmic model.
A faint shadow passed by.
Fu Qingjun vaguely felt its completeness and splendor.
It was an environment completely different from the current universe—space, temperature, dimension, gravity, quantum forces... entirely different cosmic conditions.
"This is the predecessor era..."
Crack!
The model suddenly shattered.
Slowly vanished in mid-air.
"What a pity..." Fu Qingjun contemplated for a few seconds.
He held 70% of the cosmic rules, but the remaining 30% was in someone's hands.
It's imperative to mobilize and modify all cosmic rules into a certain form, aggregating them together to simulate that universe's appearance.
"What a pity, I really can't do it without him."
Fu Qingjun took a deep breath, as if he had anticipated this all along.
However, how to persuade him is a problem.
