"Creation, genesis, birth..."
Amidst the chaos.
Yet the heavens and earth are orderly, with towering mountains and flowing rivers, verdant foliage, roaming beasts, soaring birds, swimming fish, and crawling insects.
Zhang Fusheng hovers in a place of great height, eyes closed, his divine thought confined within his corporeal form, yet able to perceive every movement within the entire world.
Every movement.
From all life within the heavens and earth to the particle motion of a single grain of sand on a microscopic level—even capable of predicting,
from the origin of a breeze to its destination, and then how high each wave will splash during each tide, into how many water droplets it will scatter, and where these droplets will fall.
Even though these events have not yet occurred.
But Zhang Fusheng already knows.
This is not precognition,
but when one has absolute control and insight over each fundamental particle within this world, or each 'Taiwei' as they are called,
