Yet heaven and earth were silent.
Apart from the roaring of the ever-expanding, surging "Lord of Time and Space (false construct)," not a single living being responded to the "Lord of Compassion · ...%￥%...￥ · (•́へ•́╬) · Yixuxi," whose composure was on the verge of shattering.
Inside the room, the girl "Wenwan" still lay against the windowsill, her expression as tranquil as water.
Deeper inside the room, Zhou Heng remained seated in the pure white world, his expression indifferent. His palm rose and fell as he continued drawing together the fragments drifting through the air.
And deep within the profound mental sea of consciousness of the boy "Ci Shui."
"Goodness" and "Beauty," two of the Supreme Three Heroes, still sat quietly upon the raised platform.
Their figures were divine, their expressions solemn.
Pure, flawless white-gold divine radiance and nine-colored flowing light spilled endlessly from them, forming an impassable chasm that firmly barred the furious "Lord of Compassion · ...%￥%...￥ · (•́へ•́╬) · Yixuxi" from advancing.
As for the "Lord of Compassion · ...%￥%...￥ · (*^▽^*) · Yixuxi," who was likewise deep within the sea of consciousness, he sat on the other side of the raised platform.
He slowly raised his half-closed, Compassion Divine Eyes.
Those clear eyes held neither hatred nor anger, only a depth and tranquility that had seen through countless ages.
Through layer upon layer of mental barriers, he saw the other self outside, who was roaring hysterically, in his entirety.
After a long while, he sighed softly.
Without the restraint and balance provided by his core of pure, innately good "Compassion," the "Compassion" outside, acting without restraint and left with nothing but evil and greed, had inevitably exposed his most fragile, ugliest side.
Yet as he watched the space-time construct continually peeling away outside, a faint trace