Chapter 731: Divine Audience Frenzy

The plummeting clown felt those terrifying aftershocks. Fear—born from the violent clash within the Void—surged through his heart.

This situation had clearly spiraled far beyond his expectations. He didn't know what had transpired between his two Benefactors, but as the only Void walker holding dual faiths, he could distinctly feel his two faiths going at each other.

And not the playful pinching kind. This was the life-or-death, stabbing kind!

'They're actually serious?'

Connecting this to the Fun God's arrangement regarding Destiny's faith fusion, Cheng Shi couldn't help but wonder: had their differing attitudes toward faith fusion caused the two Void gods to permanently break?

'Surely it hasn't come to that — after all, my fusion is still intact. That means Void is still... voiding.'

But what exactly was the Fun God trying to do? He couldn't be trying to beat the other Benefactor into submission and force Destiny to accept Time's fusion, right?

'That would be too void.'

Even Cheng Shi startled himself with that thought.

'Impossible. Definitely impossible.'

Even though Cheng Shi's core faith was Deceit, he'd always felt that Destiny's power was no less than the Fun God's — perhaps even greater.

After all, the moment you compared "essence" to "facade," it was obvious who stood higher.

But he'd never dare openly critique such things. Private thoughts only.

Setting aside Destiny's attitude — would Time even agree to a 100% fusion with Void?

Judging by Existence's demeanor, They weren't fond of Void's chaos-sowing ways.

'Unless... there's another rebel in the ranks?'

Cheng Shi was speechless. The relationships among the gods were a tangled mess. Chaos would probably emerge the biggest winner from all this. But in reality, something bothered him even more than divine politics...

The clown still hadn't returned to his rest area. He was still falling through the Void.

Today's journey through the Void had dragged on far too long. After staring at endless nothingness, the warm feeling of "going home" had long since evaporated, replaced by the sensation of being shoved into the office — getting dragged from one meeting to the next by a parade of bosses both familiar and strange, each one as tedious as an old woman's foot-wrapping cloth.

'Who's next?'

During the fall, the bored clown even started making bets with himself.

'Truth, the puppet master behind Tower of Logic?'

'Order, usurped by Chaos yet still upholding justice?'

'Memory, who War believers use to disguise their identities?'

'Or the other star of this faith fusion drama — the one who'd revealed the universe's truth to him... Time?'

The instant this last thought crossed his mind, his destination arrived.

His vision blazed with light. He found himself plummeting from the Void into a radiant, shimmering sea of stars.

A "starry sky" — and yet, not much of one. There weren't many actual celestial bodies here. Instead, countless bizarre beams of light twisted and spiraled independently, crisscrossing one another, bending their trajectories into structures that resembled stars. One glance, and your sight was pulled in like a foot stepping into quicksand — trapped in eternity.

Cheng Shi never expected his very gaze could be captured by these "existences." One second, he seemed to have witnessed centuries of time. The next, he snapped awake, realizing that entire stretch of extended consciousness had lasted mere milliseconds.

Terrified, he wrenched his gaze back and shut his eyes — afraid of stumbling into another trap with no way out. And in this state, he slowly descended onto a platform.

Feeling solid ground beneath his feet, Cheng Shi carefully cracked his eyes open. He looked down and found himself standing on an enormous jade disc. Whether it was truly jade or some jade-like substance was unclear, but although it was a surface, it was a three-dimensional plane — warped through space, tilting in every direction, extending infinitely outward.

On the disc: countless concentric rings of varying sizes, interlocking and fitted together. At the center of each ring sat a point of absolute black — like a tiny black hole. The light radiating from each black point resembled time itself, trapped in some deformed elongated tube, cycling endlessly, never ceasing.

These dizzying components formed individual clock faces, each radiating resplendent streams of light. And these clock faces merged into one another, combining into an even larger face — a twisted, circular disc that hung like draped jade fabric.

A hand — covered in countless rings — swept silently over Cheng Shi's head, casting a vast shadow beneath him. "Click." As if tolling the hour for the entire universe, announcing that the cosmos had entered its next whole hour.

Staring at this spectacle, Cheng Shi stood rooted in place. He swallowed dryly.

Time!

It really was Him!

Only in His domain could such a universe-shaking clock exist.

So this colossal clock — composed of infinitely cycling flows of time — was it anchoring the universe's current time?

Cheng Shi was genuinely awestruck. But his thoughts weren't entirely on the present — they drifted to... the past.

He was wondering: if he mentally recited the "Little Book of Phlegm Eating" in his head, would He — like Destiny — be magnanimous enough to forgive his earlier blasphemy?

'Help me — I had NO IDEA Destiny could fuse with Time when I was disrespecting You!!!'

Cheng Shi was terrified. He stood frozen, not daring to move, listening to the clicks of countless clock hands ticking around him, letting time pass — like a prisoner awaiting sentencing, growing more anxious by the second.

But as the fear persisted, he suddenly realized: no deity seemed to be present on this colossal clock face.

In other words — though the clown had landed in Time's domain, Time hadn't appeared to grant him an audience.

This realization made Cheng Shi blink. Then the Fun God's words echoed in his mind:

"Time doesn't have time."

'He doesn't have time to see me?'

'Then who threw me here?'

Cheng Shi sank into thought. Gradually, his courage grew. He began cautiously exploring the warped clock face, carefully feeling the jade-like ground beneath his feet. After a moment's examination, he made a startling discovery: what he was standing on wasn't stone. It wasn't any "material." It was... Existence itself.

The fine grain of time pressed ring upon ring against itself, tight as tree rings — dizzying to behold. He ran his fingertips over a few rings, and everything felt like he'd lived through the turning of an entire era — waves of vast, surging time crashing toward him, rushing through his body.

This sensation only reinforced his certainty. What lay beneath his feet was nothing else — it was infinitely folded... time!