Back home.
Wenren Sheng let out a breath. What a troublesome bunch.
They never gave anyone peace of mind.
He leaned back on the sofa.
Little Panda was gnawing on Bamboo, one stalk per bite, eating with great contentment.
He had to admire the little fellow. After all, it was an old creature that had lived for hundreds of millions of years; its composure was simply better than a human's.
"What are those people outside arguing about? Fighting back and forth so much that it feels like fireworks are going off in my head," Little Panda asked.
"Oh, so you sensed the Origin Realm leaving?" Wenren Sheng did not use the word "destruction."
As he had said before, it had only left temporarily. It had not been destroyed.
Just like everything in this world, as long as traces remained, it could not truly be destroyed.
If those traces were heavy enough, if their value was great enough, then they would be revived at some point in a future Timeline and worldline.
Some people did not believe it, claiming it was too fake.
But they had forgotten the neatness and beauty of the laws of the universe. That meant the universe favored completeness.
A cumbersome formula was very likely wrong, while a concise and elegant formula was like the mass-energy equation.
It directly unveiled the mysteries of the stars.
Starting from that point, Wenren Sheng believed his conjecture was correct.
"The Origin Realm has left? It was about time. It had stayed here for so long; they should go somewhere new and begin new explorations." Little Panda seemed to have recovered many memories.
It was becoming less and less cute, too. Everyone at home treated it like a cat—when they had time, they would give it a squeeze; when they did