After pondering for a moment, the Osmanthus Tree waved its roots and greeted the Hall of the Doomsday Apocalypse.
Then the Hall of the Doomsday Apocalypse began muttering with a buzzing hum. "Well, this may leave you even more bewildered, but there is no harm in telling you now. Do you know what a universe is? That is what we mean by a cosmic calamity."
Lin Qi blinked. A universe? What the hell was that? When the Hall of the Doomsday Apocalypse spoke that word, it used an extremely ancient language—an archaic tongue that only a tiny number of sages in the East still mastered. Among the ancient language families passed down in the West, the word did not even exist. At the very least, Lin Qi could not find any similar equivalent.
"Simply put, the entire world we inhabit is a universe!" the Hall of the Doomsday Apocalypse said blandly. "It exists, and so it has a process of birth and destruction. In our conception, the complete span from a universe's birth to its destruction is one cosmic calamity!"
"So you mean..." A faint sheen of cold sweat seeped from Lin Qi's back. "Several thousand cosmic calamities?"
The Orchard of the Gods added crisply from the side, "I am quite young in terms of seniority, so I have only experienced several thousand cosmic calamities."
Lin Qi fell silent. His eyelids drooped as he silently considered the information revealed in the Hall of the Doomsday Apocalypse's words. After a long while, he finally asked them in his heart, "On average, how many years is one cosmic calamity? A hundred thousand? A million? Ten million?"
After a long silence, the Hall of the Doomsday Apocalypse slowly asked Lin Qi in return, "If I told you that the average length of one