While dispatching avatars to investigate all manner of intelligence.
Orsaga had not forgotten his other matters.
For example, inspecting one of the fishponds he had been stocking for many years.
A fishpond crammed with transmigrators, Reincarnators, Reincarnators, the Main God Space... its internal situation could be called a gathering of heroes.
Over the years.
Although Orsaga had mostly adhered to a Laissez-faire Policy and rarely interfered with anything.
Various miscellaneous intruders would still be tossed in by him from time to time to replenish the population.
Thus.
After accumulating over time.
The situation inside had now become extremely complicated; all sorts of strange characters were running about everywhere...
"Master, it has truly been a long time since we last met."
Not long after Orsaga's avatar descended.
A figure whose strength had long since reached the point of eternal life, capable of calmly waiting for seas to dry and rocks to crumble, yet had still changed considerably beneath the ferment of time.
Silently.
Appeared at his side.
"Oh?"
"Wanwan?"
Not surprised by her appearance.
After casually glancing at her.
Orsaga greeted her in an offhand manner:
"It has indeed been quite some time."
"Judging by the flow of time here, it seems to have been several billion years..."
Hearing his utterly indifferent tone, as though they had merely not met for two or three days.
After a brief silence.
Wanwan could only reply helplessly:
"Four and a half billion years is not something that can be described as simply quite some time for me..."
Her words were filled with complicated emotions.
Through the special connection between herself and him.
Wanwan could occasionally sense Orsaga's existence.
But the long passage of time had ultimately eroded many things, leaving her somewhat unable to recall how she ought to face Orsaga.
Upon hearing