Silver ribbons filled the sky, constantly darting past like streaks of light, while new ribbons rose from the River of Time.
Amid that vast, ethereal expanse, worlds vanished and were born anew.
Ouyang and "Death" sat atop the cage, watching worlds come into being and perish as they chatted with a touch of wistfulness.
"The demise of these countless Small Thousand Worlds, every shift in the River of Time's course, searches out a new direction for the main world. When a Minor World perishes, it means that path leads nowhere. But if a Minor World continues to exist and keeps growing stronger, then even if the main world perishes, that Minor World will become the new main world! You've started over three times-how did you never think of such a clever method?" Watching the River of Time before them, "Death" turned a teasing look toward Ouyang as he spoke.
After recovering for a while, Ouyang had returned to the state he had been in just before arriving at the cage. He rubbed his nose and said somewhat awkwardly, "If I could think of everything, I wouldn't have needed to start over three times!"
What was this kid's problem?
Had he come here just to mock me for being useless?
Come to think of it, that system I made for myself was pretty useless too.
Without him, this world had actually become better. He had originally declared with such conviction that he wanted to save this River of Time.
In the end, it had done a perfectly good job of saving itself.
At that thought, Ouyang could not help sighing, though he also felt somewhat gratified.
The ones who had devised this method were the kids he had raised with his own hands.
With his kids so capable, Ouyang felt a