The years rolled on, leaving nothing behind but the upheaval in the world, mentioned only in passing in the histories of the great civilizations.
The people in the Salvation Hall of Fame were briefly dazed as they looked at the Godhead the Chief had tossed them.
Where exactly had this thing come from?
The weary Chief left them with only a single remark.
"This is a fragment of [Fate]. Decide for yourselves when to use it. As for Thousand Tides Tracing the Moon, judge the timing yourselves."
With that, the Chief vanished.
Little Whale pressed, "Did the earlier upheaval have something to do with them?"
The Chief's steps paused slightly. "What do you think? Could something like a Divine-Character Fragment just fall out of the sky?"
Everyone sucked in a breath.
"They're that powerful?!"
At this point, the members of the Salvation Hall of Fame were certainly powerful, but only compared to the vast majority of people.
As for the concept of a "god," they had never even heard of it.
They could hardly imagine how powerful Hold Up the Heavens had to be to obtain something like this from that upheaval.
Even if they were not gods, they had to be close.
Everyone was stunned by this troublesome Divine-Character Fragment, at a loss over the situation before them.
Water Mirror slowly turned toward Ku Rong, a trace of contemplation in the voice.
"You mentioned before that traces of their presence seemed to linger atop the tower in that distant universe.
"Perhaps we should turn more of our attention there and investigate carefully."
Ku Rong nodded gently. "I understand. Since they said we would certainly meet again, we need only wait patiently.
"While we wait, our only goal is to keep growing stronger, stronger still."
Time slipped quietly away, flowing