"How many Origin Divine Race-level beings are there in the Boundless Mystery?"
"...Master, we know they exist, but their number is unknown. Perhaps only the Masters know the exact number. As servants, we can only chant Their names and speak of Their information when the supreme beings are willing to let us know of Them. At present, apart from the supreme Origin Divine Race, only the great Young Creator has granted us permission."
"Young Creator?"
Tang Qi had not expected a casual question to yield such an unexpected answer: there truly were supreme beings in the Boundless Mystery equal to the Origin Divine Race, but the black muds were only permitted to know of one of them.
Countless tiny, invisible faces wriggled across the black mud, opening and closing as they spewed Hidden Knowledge. "The great Young Creator calls Himself a Novice Supreme. He is learning how to create things, how to create a new Boundless Mystery. He also has servants under His command."
"The Great Race Witztonians, the few members who survived, all serve the Young Creator. They collect, experiment, modify... and so on for Him. Their duties are similar to ours, but the Witztonians are very unlovable, except for one member, the 'Messenger'..."
The countless faces of black mud continued faithfully imparting Hidden Knowledge to Tang Qi, but in that abrupt second, Tang Qi, in his soul form, felt a trace of sluggishness.
A faint swelling sensation appeared between his brows, one that would have been easy to overlook.
"I've reached my limit. Omniscience truly only possesses uncertain authority. If this continues, things will slide toward an even worse outcome."
As that realization surfaced, Tang Qi did not hesitate to interrupt the black mud's explanation and ask his final question.
Although Tang Qi knew that the Hidden Knowledge