But Infinity did not get an answer.
"I couldn't find him either. Look for him yourself. He may not be that powerful, but he's still a pain to deal with."
Eternity's voice came from the Time Rift.
It was not loud.
Yet it filled the entire infinity domain.
When the voice faded,
Infinity froze.
His golden eyes widened abruptly.
Wait, you haven't even found him, and you're telling me to deal with him?
You old bastard?!
Are you messing with me?
Have you lived so long you're sick of it?
Infinity: "..."
The Death Realm.
At the same time,
Death, who was in the Death Realm, happened to overhear Infinity and Eternity's conversation through a rift in the universe.
"Tsk, tsk. Those two."
She closed the rift.
Death shook her head.
She was still in her skeletal form.
Though Death could take the form of anyone in the Multiverse, she preferred her true self.
After all, every living creature in the Multiverse was, at its core, nothing but a pile of bones.
"Looks like your little deal went well. Trading the administrator away, and you really did forget about me." Seated on her skull throne,
Death muttered with a sigh.
Her gaze rested on Zhang Yang, who was practicing magic.
The other Creator Gods probably would never have guessed that Zhang Yang was in the Death Realm.
After all, as a Creator God, she was supposed to care about the Multiverse.
But Death was different.
She was Death.
From the moment she was created, chaos, evil, and death had been her destiny.
Gods were supposed to be good.
At least, that was what other beings believed.
But Death was not.
The only things that interested her were darkness and men.
Yes.
That was it.
So she did not