452: Chapter 452 A New World

Gu Yuan felt complex emotions, which eventually dissolved into a sigh.

Gu Yuan died.

He died carrying secrets that no one else knew.

After the death of this world's only god-level powerhouse, the mighty empire that had thrived for three thousand years disintegrated in a mere three years.

Demigods carved out territories, and saint-level existences dominated regions; in an instant, it felt as if the world had returned to its original state.

Of course, Gu Yuan's contributions remained unparalleled. He established a unified language and script, thoroughly promoted magic and battle qi, and even ordinary people in the mortal realm could learn meditation techniques. As long as they put in the effort, they could condense a magic vortex and then enter the Magic Realm.

It was no longer like three thousand years ago, when ordinary people could spend their entire lives without ever finding a trace of a mage.

Furthermore, in the Magic Realm, towns were reclassified into Level Three. Above them were cities, which were divided into Sun, Moon, and Star Level Three, with each level further subdivided into three tiers.

But without a doubt, every city had a saint-level figure presiding over it.

Towns of all sizes dotted the Magic Realm. Gu Yuan also vigorously improved teleportation arrays, so teleportation arrays were established between all cities. Originally intended to strengthen unification, this also facilitated communication and interaction within the Magic Realm.

In short, the Gu Yuan Empire established by Gu Yuan influenced every era that followed.

After the empire collapsed, Gu Yuan's descendants also diverged; some declared themselves kings and established their own kingdoms.

Some were disheartened and traveled to distant lands, their whereabouts unknown.

Others lived in seclusion among the common folk, merely getting by.

Although the empire had collapsed, Gu Yuan had long since made preparations, cultivating his descendants extensively. There were no fewer than ten at the demigod level, and countless more at the saint level.

Some of these individuals had long since taken resources and headed to every corner of the world.

Whether establishing small kingdoms, clans, or academies.

The clan of Gu Yuan remained the most powerful group in this world, and no one dared to offend them lightly.

However, as time passed, new powerhouses continuously emerged among the myriad races, the living space of the Gu Yuan clan gradually shrank, and in the end, they even changed their names and surnames, completely withdrawing from the stage of history.

Sacred Realm Year 9377

Gu Yuan had become a very distant legend, much like the legends of the Age of Gods from Gu Yuan's own childhood.

Two thousand years passed, and the world seemed not to have changed much.

However, the God Realm had stabilized, with temple after temple hanging in the sky like bright moons.

Here, there was no worldly atmosphere of the mortal realm, nor the adventure and passion of the Magic Realm; ten thousand years seemed unchanging.

Cold, majestic, and sacred.

Even the gods here did not particularly like living here, often descending to the lower realms to travel and join in the excitement.

But indifferent to all things, these old monsters who had lived for tens of thousands of years had long seen too much; emotions like joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness rarely appeared on them, as if they were truly gods.

Nie Yu, wearing old-fashioned clothes, was drinking tea in a teahouse. Listening to the bustling sounds outside the street, he felt like a human being at this moment.

Actually, immortality didn't feel all that great.

He had spent ten thousand years in these unremarkable, plain years.

There were countless more ten thousand years to come.

Zhang Xile appeared here and sat down beside him.

"Oh, Lord Zhang, what brings you to my place today?"

"Bored. Can't I come over for some tea?"

"You're always welcome, but I'm not paying for the tea today."

"No money." Zhang Xile said expressionlessly, then suddenly sighed.

"What's wrong? Does Lord Zhang have something troubling him?"

"My grandparents and parents want to leave."

Nie Yu, holding his teacup, paused. He knew what "leave" meant.

This kind of thing had already happened to several people.

Souls returning to nothingness, dissolving into the world.

The world then had empty spots left behind.

"What do you plan to do?"

Zhang Xile was silent, finally spitting out a few words:

"I respect their decision. After all, they are people from that era and haven't experienced too many storms. Unlike us, who have been soaked in web novels—let alone ten thousand years, even millions or tens of millions of years, or even some 'immeasurable kalpa,' it doesn't really feel like anything. We're just living, anyway."

"But ten thousand years of time is too long for them, so long that living feels exhausting."

"What are you planning to do? Are you really willing to give all this up?"

Zhang Xile suddenly spoke:

"Do you remember reincarnation?"

Nie Yu set down his teacup.

"You want to establish something like that in this world?"

"I feel like that would actually be quite nice. Instead of death meaning the soul returns to the world, the birth of life could be a re-convergence of spirituality."

"With reincarnation, souls could accumulate over lifetimes. Those who originally had no talent might gain it, and those who already had it might become even better. It would also be beneficial for the development of the world."

"Then let's build it. There's nothing to discuss. At worst, we just open another realm, similar to the relationship between the mortal realm and the Magic Realm."

"That's what I'm planning too, but I'll need your help."

"You're the Chief Manager. If you tell me to go east, would I dare to go west?"

"Hahaha, that's not necessarily true."

Sacred Realm Year 12,000, the Underworld was established.

The world now possessed reincarnation.

Some powerful saint-level existences could even send their souls into the underworld.

And the Cangqing Continent, under the indirect intervention of the gods, developed into a system similar to immortal cultivation.

Perhaps it was just a lingering thought.

After the world had reincarnation.

Souls had a place to return to; after their memories were washed away, they began their reincarnation.

Some gods felt they had lived too long and were too lonely, or felt their Dao hearts were not firm, so they simply entered the cycle of reincarnation one by one.

Whether they would return in the future, or whether they would still be themselves if they did, they didn't care.

The God Realm became even more deserted as a result.

After all, this place was nothing like the Heavenly Court; they had nothing to manage, and their strength could not improve. Whatever level of god you became upon ascension was the level you were destined to remain.

Sacred Realm Year 20,000

Tang Ping returned, and the Sacred Realm he saw was completely different from when he left.

"You all look quite bored. How about this: I know of another very powerful world where level seven existences are everywhere and wild, savage beasts are all over the place. Do you want to go take a look?"