Time is not a river of passing, but a cocoon of confinement. The so-called 'ancient, ancient, ancient' is not a linear replacement of eras, but a terrifying state where three temporal laws erode, cover, and gnaw on each other on the same vast land. The form and destiny of living beings depend on which "ancient" laws they are captured by.
The Truth of the Times:
The Age of Emptiness:
Rule: Absolute 'solidification'. Time is frozen into translucent amber. All things present the most initial and perfect "conceptual form", but they are all empty shells without souls. Mountains and rivers are frozen ripples, and stars are hovering dots of light. This is the 'film' of the world, recording everything in its original form, but devoid of vitality.
Dominator: "Ancient Void Skeleton" - a massive collection of consciousness composed of pure "initial matter" that yearns for "existence" but cannot "move".
The Ancient Age of Madness:
Rule: Absolute 'chaotic change'. Time surges wildly, with no past or future, only fleeting annihilation and insane recombination. The terrain is constantly changing, and life is constantly evolving, with twisted and bizarre forms. This is the purgatory of entropy increase.
Dominator: "Source Mother of All Transformations" - a nebula of flesh and blood that constantly devours, splits, and distorts, representing the ultimate state of disordered evolution.
The Ancient Age of Remnants:
Rule: The fragile 'steady flow'. Time is like a remnant candle in the wind, flowing relatively steadily in one direction, but extremely fragile, easily frozen by the "ancient" or torn apart by the "ancient". Mountains, rivers, and streams are taking shape, and there are creatures struggling to reproduce, igniting the spark of civilization. This is the only 'home' for primitive creatures.
Dominator: There is currently no absolute ruler, but the "Flame Council" composed of surviving powerful creatures is striving to maintain a fragile balance.
Ultimate Prison Cage:
The three 'ancient' forces are not naturally formed, they originate from a more terrifying source - the Chronos Cocoon.
This cocoon, which wraps around the entire primordial universe, contains an unimaginable 'old corpse' at its core. Its dream is the root of the conflict between the three laws of time. The solidification of ancient times is a manifestation of its' slumber ', the madness of ancient times is the ripple of its' nightmare', and the stability of ancient times is the 'slight clarity' that its' dying consciousness' strives to maintain in nightmares.
Pangu opens the sky? That is not creation, but a heroic blow with a giant axe splitting open the cocoon shell, attempting to liberate the remains (or end the nightmare)! But the axe light only sliced open a corner of the space inside the cocoon (i.e. ancient), and the shattered power shattered into fragments of "ancient" and "ancient". The founder himself was also betrayed, his flesh and blood turned into ancient mountains and rivers, and some of his will merged into the 'Fireworks Council'.