Crimson Heaven.
As Orsaga's other half.
This place was a tangible manifestation of his will and body.
All the spacetime and things within it could be regarded as Orsaga's mediums.
Overall.
This was somewhat akin to a Special Domain within a High Plane, or perhaps a Special Lifeform.
Therefore.
As Orsaga's gaze began to sweep about freely.
Within this infinitely vast Spacetime Aggregate.
Every individual, every microscopic unit of matter, every tiny shred of spacetime...
Or the countless worlds and even planes attached to them—all without exception entered his sight.
These Semi-Independent Time and Spaces within Crimson Heaven.
In essence, were merely one application of Orsaga's control over spacetime.
Aside from being born from Crimson Heaven's own expansion.
Most of them had arisen from the Creation Authority that Orsaga had casually distributed.
Within this Crimson Heaven.
Thanks to Warp Space's lingering legacy.
Creating spacetime.
Or evolving worlds and planes.
Was truly no difficult task.
It was much like how those Warp Demons of old could casually create all manner of Sub-Universes within Warp Space.
At present.
The worlds and planes existing within Crimson Heaven, for the most part, underwent all kinds of natural evolution according to their creators' ideas or the influence of random factors. They were not fixed and immutable things.
Thus, within those regions.
There was no shortage of vast numbers of races, or even complete civilizations.
There were Happy and Blissful Time and Spaces where people lived in peace and contentment, everyone was immortal, space and causality could be twisted at will, every word and deed could evolve a world, and everything seemed to have entered a Great Harmony society.
There were also Tragic and Bloody Time and Spaces where life was unbearable, everyone was livestock awaiting slaughter, liable to be harvested again and again at any