The entire cosmos was dissected open, and space was divided into a front side and a back side.
The back side of space was not an independent world, but it complemented the space familiar to the people of the world, following it like its shadow...
Yet the overwhelming majority of living beings did not like living on the back side. It was a place sunlight could not reach, with no true essence, no living creatures, and nothing but emptiness.
The Ancient Witch Race was the only race that lived on the back side of this world...
This race was far too mysterious. A Heavenly Venerable had once investigated their purpose, but ultimately gained nothing. Not only that, he had brought trouble upon himself—for example, ending up covered from head to toe in skulls...
Although these Little Skulls could not cause the Heavenly Venerable any harm, they could not be destroyed or removed. One could only use an exceedingly troublesome method to dispel the curse, or even banish them directly. It was still enough to make anyone extremely vexed.
As time passed, naturally no one was willing to provoke this trouble anymore.
What the Ancient Witch Race relied on to survive, what exactly they were plotting, and the secrets of this civilization had grown increasingly mysterious with the passage of time...
It was only when the information revealed by the Heavenly Rank Race recently emerged that a small portion of the cosmos's upper echelons learned that this was a conspiracy lasting more than ten Eon Eras, spanning hundreds of billions of years.
Before such a vast span of time, even Heavenly Venerables were merely mayflies fluttering for an instant, unable to change anything.
It was a game in which only True Gods and the Saints could participate...
Unfortunately, one Eon Era