The Dream Plane concealed far too many secrets.
When matters involved gods, the distant past became the greatest obstacle preventing mortals from glimpsing the truth. Whether it was the Goddess's fall ten thousand years ago, the seeding of life that had begun tens of millions of years ago, or the even more ancient war in which the Goddess fought the Lord of Madness—a war even the Guardians had never experienced—all these events had already sunk into the endless river of time flowing through the boundless universe. No one could say how much lost history this spacetime contained, how many ancient ruins had been buried, or how much evil had already perished yet still refused to die. Perhaps even if the Creation Goddess were resurrected, she would find them impossible to count.
Hao Ren looked toward the murky sky outside the temple. This world called "Kolo" might also be one of those submerged secrets—and a rather special one at that. It lay directly atop the greatest breach in the Wall of Reality. Did that carry some special significance?
He recalled what he had once heard from Raven 12345. He knew that the breach in the Wall of Reality here had opened roughly three thousand years ago. By then, the Creation Goddess had already fallen, and the epic calamity of the Dream Plane had ended. From Veronica, he had also learned that the Chaos War here had lasted at least eight thousand years after the calendars were converted—and perhaps even longer. Therefore, in theory, this spacetime called "Kolo" had already been in this state before the Wall of Reality had ruptured.
The people living in this spacetime had no idea that the Great Rift in the Wall of Reality existed outside—despite the fact that this spacetime seemed to be concealing the traces