The void—more void.
If Cheng Shi had not been tossed here by the God of Merriment, if he were not still alive and well, he might even have thought that Annihilation had intercepted him.
Because the void before him was far too void-like: boundlessly black and eternally silent.
To be honest, when the void returned to its essence, even the most devout Walker of Nothingness found it somewhat difficult to adapt.
The void should indeed be like this, but considering that this was Lord Foolish Play's home base, a boundlessly black space without some commotion or amusing incident simply did not seem like the domain of its ruler.
Thinking this, Cheng Shi kept his mind taut as he looked around, wondering who wanted to summon him this time.
He reviewed his relationships with the gods and pondered for a while before vaguely forming a guess. But before he could seek more evidence for it, Mouth Brother suddenly reminded him:
"He's here."
"Who?" Cheng Shi instinctively jolted, then saw the void around him plunge rapidly downward, dragging him along as it collapsed.
The mad sensation of weightlessness made Cheng Shi grit his teeth. Though the fall seemed brief, it distorted his senses and gave him the illusion that he was crossing eternity.
Before long, he discovered that he had fallen into an entirely new starry sky. It was so familiar that he confirmed his guess in an instant.
The "he" Mouth Brother had mentioned was none other than... time!
But!
It was time as played by the God of Merriment!
Because Cheng Shi had once again returned to the platform inside the Cosmic Clock where Lord Hour Hand had "come into being." The enormous jade-like dial hung down before him, while the towering hands covered in rings remained completely unchanged. Time