Clown, It's Your Turn to Perform

To be honest, when he heard that final sentence, Cheng Shi shuddered in fear.

Throughout the entire universe, aside from the God of Merriment, there was probably no one else who dared question the Origin Primordial in front of another True God.

But to be fair, although the God of Merriment was bold, Cheng Shi found this question genuinely baffling.

Whether the Origin Primordial was the creator who had created everything in the universe or the host of that so-called Slice Universe experiment, it was undoubtedly a definite existence. So what did this "doesn't exist" from the God of Merriment mean?

Cheng Shi didn't dare ask. Especially in front of Birth, he didn't dare say anything at all. He had come to seek a "god," after all, and now Birth had generously displayed the history it had witnessed before him. Although this scene had been possible thanks to the God of Merriment, he couldn't eat someone's meal and then turn around and flip over their table, could he?

Judging by its reaction, it was undoubtedly one of the "Approach Faction," though its approach wasn't quite so urgent.

At that moment, Cheng Shi even felt that its approach toward the Origin Primordial looked almost exactly like Hu Xuan's approach toward it. If it was pious, then it was very pious; if it was madness, then it didn't quite reach that level.

Both it and her steadfastly carried out Birth's will, unmoved by external things.

No wonder Birth had taken a liking to Hu Xuan. It seemed that Birth still preferred living beings whose will matched its own.

Of course, Birth's "nature" was still madness. It was simply madness expressed through ethics that shattered one's worldview and reproductive abilities that left people dumbfounded.

"Do—Not—Speak—Recklessly—"

The divine pillar began to sway again, but