As Zhou Heng entered a long, magnificent, absolute silence.
The vast, boundless lands of the "Karl Dele" Novice Village, no longer directly shrouded by the oppressive might of the divine palm, finally welcomed another cycle of passing years after the initial upheaval that had shattered heaven and earth.
The countless living beings brought back from death could never tear their eyes from the summit of the sky amid the shock of surviving the catastrophe.
And so, countless guesses and deductions about that level 600,001 "Heng God" began spreading wildly through the taverns, mining pits, and seas of Elf Trees.
The first year.
The ruins were rebuilt piece by piece by natives and arriving players. In the cities rising from the ground, Bards plucked their strings, but every melody they played had become a grand epic of the enormous white-jade palm descending from the heavens that day.
"Hey, what do you think that Heng God sitting above the Nine Heavens is actually doing?"
"Who knows? Ever since that great being slapped all the aberrants to death, then utterly crushed and drove back the Master of All Beings' Deity Projection, he's just stayed motionless in eternal silence. It's been a whole year, and not even a corner of his robes has stirred!"
"Do you think... there's a chance that the Boundless Court's Master of All Beings never really died completely back then, but hid in some corner of the abyss we don't know about, quietly waiting for an opportunity?"
"I think so too! Use your heads. That was a lofty Seat Judge! This peace is only on the surface. Those two supreme beings, Heng God and the Master of All Beings, must be fighting some unimaginably dangerous duel in a macrocosmic dimension we mortals can't even observe!"
Opinions abounded, and the aftermath