Facing the Firmament felt strange, because both reason and instinct told Deathstroke that the First Firmament had long since ceased to exist. This was now the era of the Seventh Firmament.
In fact, if Su Ming had not preserved the Warhammer 40,000 Universe during the last universal collision and given the Multiverse a new path, then even the Seventh Firmament would have ended by now.
Yet the giant before them was here, waiting to answer.
This was a conversation that transcended time and space.
Su Ming considered his words. The First Firmament was Marvel's earliest prototype of a madman, so he needed to weigh things carefully. It would be best if he could accomplish his objective without any expenditure or direct conflict.
Why say that?
Imagine someone living every day inside a pitch-black box, neither eating nor drinking, doing nothing but letting his thoughts run wild.
His greatest hobby was making all kinds of figurines. He talked to them, played house with them, and would occasionally laugh or rage over the stories unfolding between them, forgetting that he had made up those stories himself...
If that was not insanity, then what was?
People used to say that the Heavenly Dao was emotionless, and a normal Creator God truly ought to be emotionless.
If everything was arranged by them, then naturally, none of those arrangements would stir any emotional fluctuations in them.
That was the true manifestation of divinity.
The One Above All and God were more or less the same: cold and emotionless, free of desire and want.
On the other hand, Su Ming had met quite a few other beings capable of Genesis, but they were often moved by the stories they had created, or wanted to enter those stories and live within them. In Su Ming's eyes, they