Trapezoidal Spacetime Layer.
Inside one of the Spacetime Layers.
The environment here was an immense wilderness without boundaries.
And within that wilderness,
Lakes—or rather, oceans—were scattered like stars across the sky.
Whenever a gentle breeze swept through,
The weeds, taller than a person, rustled and bent their waists slightly, revealing all manner of wild beasts, magic beasts, divine beasts...
And at some unknown moment, a higher being had crossed endless distances and arrived here.
Its form changed constantly, every moment—sometimes like a beast, sometimes like an insect, sometimes like a lump of flesh...
It was Yadabos, a lower branch existence under the Red Existence.
Besides being one of the more capable local powerhouses,
He was also the direct creator of the various native Flesh Races in the current plane.
Thus,
He could also be called the God of Flesh.
At this moment,
After descending into this boundless Spacetime Layer, he made no unnecessary moves.
He was observing more than anything else.
Observing silently.
Observing the myriad ways the existing races lived, witnessing their development, assessing their potential in his heart, then making various judgments and analyses.
It sounded boring, looked boring, and was just as boring to do, but over these long, relatively peaceful millennia, he had already done it countless times.
To be honest,
For a core member of the Chaos Faction, it was rather out of character...
However,
He had no choice.
Faced with the threat of outsiders,
Even his superior—the Red Existence—had entered into a cooperative alliance with the leader of the opposing faction—the Black Existence.
So, he could only grit his teeth and endure this little matter...
Under normal circumstances,
If outsiders had not come stirring up trouble, the Red Existence and the Black Existence, as beings embodying the two extreme concepts of chaos and order,