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Chapter 416 The City of Injustice's Affiliation: Jiang Wei Awakens!
We waited anxiously, we waited patiently.

The Spring Festival finally arrived, much to everyone's anticipation.

It's here.

On the city wall, rows of huge red lanterns swayed in the cold wind.

The warm glow cast a halo of light, illuminating the surging crowds on the street below.

Today, in addition to the necessary city defense shifts and patrols in key areas.

The entire city has almost entered a state of complete vacation.

The nerves that have been suppressed for too long need to be released.

The uncertainty and fear about the future were temporarily dispelled by the bustling activity and warmth in front of them.

Fang Qingyu stood on the tall city gate tower.

He was surrounded by his companions who had just come out of quarantine.

Wei Banmeng, Chu Kuanglan, Haozi, and others stood a little distance behind Hong Qitian.

"I never imagined that so much would happen outside after only a few months of seclusion."

Looking down at the bustling crowds on the street below, their faces beaming with festive smiles, Wei Banmeng felt a pang of sadness on her beautiful face.

Upon hearing this, Chu Kuanglan, who was standing next to him, toned down his usual unrestrained and arrogant demeanor.

Instead, there was a sense of solemnity.

He turned his head to look at Hong Qitian, who was standing beside him with his hands behind his back, squinting at the calm sea in the distance, and asked in a gruff voice, "Old man, are we just going to do nothing for now? On the Bone Continent, the Fate Ghosts are gathering more and more, and it feels like they are accumulating power and plotting something bad."

Hong Qitian didn't even lift his eyelids, as if he hadn't heard anything.

Chu Kuanglan thought the old man hadn't heard him clearly, so he leaned closer and raised his voice: "I meant, those fate ghosts and those gods."

The words have not yet fallen.

"Boom!"

A sharp flick landed squarely on Chu Kuanglan's forehead.

The blow was powerful, making him cry out in pain, clutching his head and wincing.

"You think you're the only one with a mouth? You think you're the only one with a brain?"

Hong Qitian then slowly turned his head, nearly spitting all over Chu Kuanglan's face.

"I've eaten more salt than you've walked roads, do you think I don't know they're brooding? Do you think those old guys in the Federation are just sitting around doing nothing?"

Chu Kuanglan was a little dazed from the knock, rubbing his reddened temples, looking aggrieved and not daring to talk back anymore.

Hong Qitian snorted when he saw his expression.

His gaze returned to the distant icy sea, and his voice lowered:
"What's the rush? The sky isn't going to fall! What kind of behavior is this, all this panic? Don't worry, there's already a plan in place, and the operation will be quite significant."

He paused, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"You'll be in for a shock."

These words instantly ignited the flames that had been extinguished in Chu Kuanglan's eyes.

Ignoring the pain in his forehead, he immediately showed great interest, moved closer to Hong Qitian, lowered his voice, and said with a hint of flattery, "Old man, could you give us a sneak peek? When is the battle about to start? So I can get my men ready and sharpen their knives, and lead the charge for you."

Hong Qitian glanced at him sideways.

A faint smile played at the corners of his lips: "You? A third-tier cultivator?"

He gestured with his chin toward Xiao Jiu, who was as aloof as ice, and said, "No matter how you look at it, Xiao Jiu is more qualified to lead the team than you are. She is at the peak of the fourth rank and has killed more royal species than you have seen any ghosts."

Chu Kuanglan's excitement froze instantly, deflated like a punctured balloon, leaving only a sullen expression. He coughed twice to cover his embarrassment: "Ahem, well, I'll be there soon too."

He stubbornly insisted on regaining some ground.

"Oh? Soon?"

Hong Qitian raised an eyebrow and looked him up and down with great interest, as if he had discovered some novel toy.

"How fast? Can you reach the fourth-tier Martial Venerable level within three months?"

"Three months?!"

Chu Kuanglan's eyes widened instantly, and his voice changed tone.

The fourth-tier Martial Venerable is a huge watershed on the path of martial arts cultivation.

Countless peak-stage third-tier cultivators are stuck at this step, never even scratching the surface of it in their entire lives.

Seeing his face flush instantly and the disbelief in his eyes, Hong Qitian's smile deepened, tinged with a mischievousness: "What? You're scared now? Weren't you just bragging?"

Provoked by this challenge, Chu Kuanglan gritted his teeth and stubbornly straightened his neck.

"What's there to be afraid of? Three months is three months. If I, Chu Kuanglan, can't reach the fourth-level Martial Venerable within three months, I'll change my name."

"Pfft!"

Wei Banmeng, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Su Wanqing also covered her mouth, her shoulders trembling slightly.

Lu Jiuyuan, Lao Qin, and the others all couldn't help but smile.

Everyone knows how difficult it is to break through to the fourth tier; it requires more than just resources and hard work.

It requires even more insight and opportunity.

To put it bluntly, luck also plays a part.

Even Xiao Jiu, who is usually taciturn, had a faint smile in her cool eyes, like a gentle breeze on a frozen lake.

Chu Kuanglan blushed with embarrassment as everyone laughed at him.

But we had no choice but to bite the bullet and go through with it.

My heart was pounding like crazy.

However, his willingness to agree wasn't entirely unfounded.

After months of seclusion, accumulating knowledge and experience, he has now firmly established himself at the late stage of the third tier.

They were just one step away from the peak.

Just as everyone on the city wall was joking about Chu Kuanglan's words.

The sea surface below suddenly changed.

The once calm, mirror-like, deep blue icy sea began to surge violently without warning.

A whirlpool quickly formed in the center of the sea, and the waves were pushed outwards by an invisible force.

It formed concentric circles of ever-expanding white waves.

at the same time.

Countless eyes turned to the churning sea.

Whether they were city defense soldiers or ordinary residents who rushed to the city walls upon hearing the news.

Their faces were full of anticipation.

Today marks the day the City of Dawn announces its formal border with the City of Injustice.

Everyone was waiting to witness this historic moment.

"here we go."

Fang Qingyu's calm voice rang in everyone's ears.

At the center of the vortex, under the watchful eyes of everyone who held their breath.

The seawater seemed to be violently parted by an invisible giant hand, surging to both sides.

A huge, round object, like the shell of a mythical giant tortoise, slowly emerged from the deep sea.

It's just this one pointed tip that's showing.

It's bigger than many small islands.

Exclamations came and went.

For the vast majority of residents of Dawn City, this was the first time in their lives they had witnessed this legendary city of injustice, and the first time they had seen a city rise from the sea.

The visual impact of that enormous dome far surpasses that of any video footage.

However, this is just a corner of the turtle shell that is exposed.

It is merely a tiny, insignificant corner of the vast body of the City of Injustice.

With a deafening roar of the sea, the separated area of ​​the sea grew wider and wider.

The area of ​​the eggshell exposed above the sea surface is expanding rapidly at a visible rate.

It was as if a continent was rising from the seabed.

The towering walls of Dawn City appear somewhat small in comparison.

When the circular shell of the City of Injustice is fully exposed above the sea.

The entire city of Dawn seemed to be shrouded in its shadow.

that's the truth.

Although the City of Dawn was the miracle with the shortest construction time.

Furthermore, its infrastructure is comparable to that of other Arctic cities.

But compared to the City of Injustice, it's nothing.

The City of Injustice is at least twice the size of the City of Dawn, roughly the size of Tokyo.

This is already quite an achievement.

This is not an ordinary city on land, but a megacity that can be submerged into the sea.

However, the scene that appeared before Unjust City.

Fang Qingyu and the others had already seen it once, so they weren't particularly surprised at this moment.

However, this enormous thing turned out to be a divine weapon.

I was still deeply moved.

Fang Qingyu turned his head slightly and asked Hong Qitian, who was also staring at the giant city beside him, "Grandpa, what kind of divine weapon is this?"

Hong Qitian tucked his hands into the sleeves of his worn-out cotton-padded jacket, his white beard fluttering in the cold wind, and calmly explained: "It's a Sumeru Space type. The core of this type of divine weapon lies in its internal self-contained microcosm, where the laws of space are solidified and distorted, allowing it to contain a volume far exceeding its external size. Those that have survived to this day are extremely rare, and each one is priceless."

He paused, a hint of barely perceptible regret in his voice: "It's a pity this one is broken. Otherwise, it could not only dive into the deep sea, but also change size at will, and it might even be possible to truly shrink a mustard seed into a vast expanse, transforming into a world in the palm of your hand. Now, it can only maintain this fixed size and be used as a super fortress that can dive underwater."

Fang Qingyu nodded knowingly.

Hong Qitian's explanation confirmed his previous speculation.

If an offensive divine weapon possessed such a terrifying size, its destructive power would be immeasurable. With a single strike, mountains and rivers would crumble, cities would collapse, and both sides would perish.

The Sumeru space type, although it has lost the magical ability to change size.

However, it has a large interior space and a robust build.

It remains irreplaceable in terms of strategic significance.

Just then, the outer shell of the City of Injustice, which was suspended on the sea, emitted a low hum.

The metal plates on the outer shell, resembling lotus petals, slowly opened outwards, layer by layer.

Under the Arctic sun and under the gaze of millions of eyes.

It reveals its inner world.

"It's open! It's open!" A deafening cheer erupted from the city wall!

The petals parted, revealing the true face of the city of injustice.

The unique buildings stand side by side, the streets meander, and the residents stand densely packed on the streets and high up on the buildings, looking up and cheering.

They were dressed differently, but all looked excited.

At the height of the cheers from the crowd.

A figure as steady as a mountain soared into the sky from the tallest tower in the center of the City of Injustice, tracing an arc before landing steadily on the city gate tower of the City of Dawn.

In front of Fang Qingyu and Hong Qitian.

It was Da Lei.

He glanced around at the crowd on the city gate tower, and finally his gaze fell on Fang Qingyu.

He took a deep breath, and his voice, like rolling thunder in spring, instantly drowned out all the noise of the two cities, echoing clearly in every corner:
"From this day forward, the City of Injustice shall be subordinate to the City of Dawn! We shall live and die with the City of Dawn!!"

"Roar--"

A deafening roar of cheers erupted simultaneously from both cities, soaring into the sky.

The inhabitants of Dawn City cheered for the rise and addition of the City of Injustice.

The residents of the City of Injustice are trying to whitewash their identities.

I was moved to tears by the prospect of a future where we can walk upright and proudly in the sunlight.

This is not simply a physical connection between two cities.

Rather, it means that from this moment on, everyone in the City of Injustice truly has a place to belong.

They became legal residents under the protection of the Federal City of Dawn.

Hong Qitian looked at the excited crowd in front of him, and then at Da Lei, who was calm beside him.

A playful smile appeared on his wrinkled face as he teased, "You really don't regret it? This is a city your family has built and protected for generations, and you're just handing it over to someone else like that?"

Upon hearing this, Da Lei shook his head without hesitation: "I won't regret it. The fundamental purpose of this city's existence is to protect Lady Nuba. Now, Lady Nuba only has one more life left."

He looked at Fang Qingyu again.

“Lord Fang, you are now more powerful than I am.”

Hong Qitian nodded knowingly, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes.

Then, as if he had suddenly thought of something extremely interesting.

The smile on his face turned strange. He winked at Da Lei, then looked at Fang Qingyu, and drawled, "Oh, is that so? Then does this count as part of the dowry?"

Chu Kuanglan, who was standing nearby, didn't immediately understand what he was saying.

He subconsciously slapped his thigh and exclaimed loudly in agreement as if he had just realized something: "That's right! The old man is absolutely right! Isn't it just a dowry? Senior Da Lei is Miss Jiang Wei's man, and Miss Jiang Wei is our city lord's wife. Isn't this City of Injustice just a dowry? Hahaha!"

His shout was loud and clear.

Everyone around could hear it clearly.

"Pfft!" Wei Banmeng was the first to break down and burst out laughing.

Su Wanqing couldn't help but laugh, covering her mouth and her shoulders trembling slightly.

Old Qin and the others were taken aback at first, then a strange yet barely suppressed smile appeared on their faces.

Even Xiao Jiu, who is usually very serious.

The corners of his mouth curved upwards almost imperceptibly.

Fang Qingyu listened to the analogy and looked at Da Lei's face, which had suddenly stiffened, and couldn't help but laugh and cry.

He shook his head helplessly, looking at his companions, a warm feeling flowing through his heart.

A slight smile curved his lips as he said loudly:
"Alright, we've seen enough excitement. Let's go eat."

Having said that, he turned around first and walked along the wide city wall passageway.

They walked towards the brightly lit city lord's mansion.

Hong Qitian chuckled and followed behind with his hands behind his back.

Behind them, the city wall was still bustling with noise.

Countless people held their phones, snapping photos of the colossal city on the distant sea, now fully bloomed and facing the City of Dawn across the water.

Photos and videos can be shared rapidly across various federal online platforms.

The City of Injustice makes its public debut to the entire Federation.

In a way that was shocking.

It became one of the most sensational events of this special Spring Festival.

What connects the two cities is the shortest distance between their coastal areas.

Using a great deal of extraordinary strength and engineering equipment, a magnificent steel bridge was erected.

The bridge is wide and sturdy, large enough to accommodate vehicles traveling side by side.

It is equipped with robust force field shields on both sides, which can withstand the harsh Arctic winds and snow and ensure safety.

One end of the bridge extends into the harbor new district of the city at dawn.

The other end connects to the newly opened shuttle platform in the City of Injustice.

The bridge is already under construction.

It is just waiting for the official opening.

Deep within the city lord's mansion.

Inside a warm and elegantly decorated side room.

The warm yellow light fell softly.

A large round table, big enough to seat more than a dozen people, was already filled with steaming, fragrant dishes.

There were no delicacies, but mostly simple yet meticulously prepared home-style dishes.

A whole roasted deer leg, golden brown and glistening with oil; a large bowl of steaming sauerkraut stew with pork bones; steamed Arctic cod; neatly arranged braised beef; and various seasonal vegetables and delicate pastries.

Those sitting around the table were the core team members who had just come down from the city wall.

Hong Qitian, Xiao Jiu, Su Wanqing, Wei Banmeng, Chu Kuanglan, Lu Jiuyuan, Lao Qin, Qi Hao, Lao Qiao, Lü Chen, Lin Kang, and Duan Ling. These are all people who have accompanied Fang Qingyu since the early days of his martial arts journey.

Da Lei, a newly joined heavyweight member, also sat next to Hong Qitian.

The atmosphere was warm and relaxed.

The oldest among them, Lao Qin, was rolling up his sleeves at that moment.

With a flushed face, he played a drinking game with Hong Qitian, his booming voice drowning out the others: "Five champions! Six six six! Haha, old man, you lost again! Drink!"

Hong Qitian wasn't annoyed. He chuckled, picked up the glass of wine in front of him, downed it in one gulp, wiped his mouth, and said, "Again! I refuse to believe it!"

The two exchanged words, drawing cheers and applause from those around them.

Chu Kuanglan then clung to Lu Jiuyuan and Qi Hao.

He spoke animatedly about his glorious deeds of courage and diligence during his seclusion.

Although there is a lot of boasting involved.

But that energy and recklessness did make the atmosphere at the gathering much more relaxed.

Su Wanqing and Wei Banmeng talked in hushed tones, occasionally letting out soft laughter.

Duan Ling listened quietly, occasionally interjecting with a word or two.

Lin Kang, Lü Chen, and their old buddies Lao Qiao and Lao Qin were drinking and exchanging toasts.

Recalling the glorious past.

However, Fang Qingyu was not there.

Because Zhulong returned as promised.

However, Zhulong wasn't used to that atmosphere.

So at this moment, Fang Qingyu came out intending to accompany her for a walk alone.

There is a relatively secluded viewing terrace behind the city lord's mansion.

The terrace faces the meticulously maintained small garden inside the mansion, where the snow has not yet melted.

A few hardy pine and cypress trees dot the landscape, adorned with small red lanterns.

It emits a soft light in the night.

A figure in pure white stood quietly by the railing of the terrace, her back to him.

With her hair tied in a high ponytail, wearing a simple white T-shirt and dark blue jeans, it was Zhulong.

She seemed out of place in the warmth of the mansion and the hustle and bustle of the festival.

Yet it strangely blended into the cool night.

A cold wind ruffled a few stray hairs from her forehead as she quietly gazed at the faint red glow in the distant garden.

"Busy working?"

Fang Qingyu walked to her side and handed her the hot tea he was holding.

Zhulong tilted his head slightly, his heterochromatic eyes, clearly distinguishable by their black and white, glancing at him.

His gaze lingered for a moment on the steaming tea, then he nodded very slightly: "Mm."

His voice remained cold and emotionless.

Fang Qingyu placed the teacup on the stone railing beside him, leaned against it, looked at her profile, and tried to start a conversation: "So what did you go out to do this time?"

He knew that Zhulong wouldn't bring it up on his own; he would have to ask him himself.

Zhulong remained silent for a moment, her delicate eyebrows furrowing almost imperceptibly, as if she were considering her words, or rather, weighing whether certain information could be revealed.

Finally, she parted her red lips slightly, still concise, but giving a clear answer: "I went to get something."

"thing?"

Fang Qingyu pressed for an answer.

Zhulong did not answer, but instead turned his gaze back to the depths of the garden.

Clearly, they didn't want to continue this topic.

Fang Qingyu smiled helplessly. This ancient deity's way of communicating was both convenient and exhausting.

He changed the subject, and a question that had been weighing on his mind for a long time surfaced: "By the way, do you know why the Yellow Emperor and his people suddenly disappeared back then?"

Fang Qingyu knew that Zhulong definitely didn't know the whole story.

Otherwise, Jiang Wei wouldn't have found her way to where she is today.

But Zhulong should know some clues.

Sure enough, Zhulong's body paused almost imperceptibly.

She slowly turned her head, her heterochromatic black and white eyes fixed on Fang Qingyu.

This silence lasted longer than any before.

Only the faint sound of the cold wind rustling through the pine branches remained on the terrace.

Just when Fang Qingyu thought she wouldn't answer.

The cold, clear voice finally rang out again:
Their disappearance is strange.

"And the existence capable of doing this, of causing so many leaders standing at the pinnacle of humanity to disappear silently at the same time..."

"In my knowledge, there are only two."

"Two people?!"

Fang Qingyu was taken aback.

I didn't expect that Zhulong had already narrowed down its target to such a small area.

However, just as he opened his mouth to speak...

Zhulong's gaze suddenly shifted to the door connecting the viewing terrace to the interior of the mansion.

Almost simultaneously, Fang Qingyu also sensed it.

A familiar yet more intense aura than ever before, like the rising sun, carrying vibrant life force and a sense of fulfillment.

They were in the quiet room prepared for Jiang Wei deep inside the mansion.

It slowly rose up.

A very subtle ripple flashed in Zhulong's eyes.

Without any hesitation, she turned around abruptly.

In a single step, he traversed the distance of space and appeared before Fang Qingyu.

Under Fang Qingyu's astonished gaze.

She stretched out her right hand, her slender, jade-like index finger.

She gently touched Fang Qingyu's brow.

"As my follower, you have devoted yourself to martial arts, which is contrary to the rules and deviates from my authority over time and space."

The cold voice of Zhulong was clearly imprinted in Fang Qingyu's mind the moment his consciousness was seized.

"But since you said last time that you wouldn't live alone, then so be it."

"Today, as the source of your faith, I will help you one last time."

In those distinct black and white heterochromatic eyes, it seemed as if a river of stars flowed.

The fleeting phantom of the surging river of time and space vanishes in a flash.

Whether you can seize it or not depends on your own fate.

"Buzz!"

Consciousness seemed to be thrown into a spacetime vortex.

Fang Qingyu felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, followed by countless bizarre and colorful fragments being frantically pulled apart.

The terrace of the city lord's mansion, the silhouette of the Candle Dragon, and the distant garden lights.
Everything that existed in reality vanished in an instant.
Time and space have shifted and become disordered.
When the dizzying sense of confusion suddenly subsided.

Fang Qingyu found himself in a strange, chaotic space.

There is no up, down, left, or right; there is no past or future.

Only a hazy, gray mist was slowly flowing.

In this absolute nothingness and silence.

A gentle murmur, clear as a whisper:

I've seen you in many strange dreams.

The moment the sound faded.

The gray mist in front of us suddenly dispersed.

Fang Qingyu's perspective was suddenly pulled into a strange and young body.

He was squatting inside a simple animal skin tent.

A dozen or so men and women from a primitive tribe, dressed in rough animal skins and with colorful mud smeared on their faces, sat around the perimeter.

Their eyes were filled with fervent admiration as they stared intently at their hands.

In his hand, he held a bone needle that had been polished to a relatively smooth finish.

The needle's end is threaded with a tough strand of plant fiber.

In front of him lay a freshly peeled animal hide, still reeking of blood.

The rough, tough texture of the animal hide was felt at my fingertips.

The air was thick with a nauseating stench of blood.

"You taught people to fish and hunt using nets, and promoted agriculture and animal husbandry."

The ancient voice rang out again, like a narrator.

This proclaims the great undertaking that Fang Qingyu is currently undertaking.

With steady and strong fingers, the bone needle, along with rough thread, pierced through the animal hide and stitched the edges together.

The surrounding primitive people let out low gasps of amazement and imitative cries.

Fang Qingyu shared the senses of this body.

You can clearly feel every bit of force applied to your fingertips and every pull on the animal hide.

And the pure trust and longing in the eyes of those around them.

The screen suddenly shattered.

Like a shattered glass mirror.

The perspective shifts again.

Fang Qingyu has grown into a robust young man.

He and a group of equally strong companions, carrying the carcass of a giant beast resembling a mammoth, returned triumphantly from the vast mountains and forests, bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun and treading on blood-stained snow.

The enormous prey was thrown heavily onto the open ground in the center of the tribe.

It stirred up cheers and dust.

"You created musical instruments and composed songs, bringing music theory into people's hearts."

The ancient voice carried a hint of relief.

Fang Qingyu wiped the sweat and beast blood from his face.

His chest heaved violently, his face radiating both the joy of a successful hunt and exhaustion.

Suddenly, Fang Qingyu opened his mouth and uttered a series of simple yet rhythmic syllables.

The voice was initially a little awkward, but it quickly infected the excited tribesmen around it.

Soon, some people began to clumsily imitate, while others tapped the ground with their stone spears in response, the sounds growing louder and more synchronized.

A campfire is lit, casting flickering light and shadow.

The songs echoed over the tribe, dispelling the winter chill and the hardships of survival.

Fang Qingyu shared in this heartfelt joy.

The scene distorted again
Fang Qingyu is no longer young.

His weathered face was etched with wisdom and the marks of time, and his hair and beard were all gray.

At this moment, Fang Qingyu stood alone atop a solitary peak.

Beneath my feet lies a churning, undeveloped gray sea of ​​clouds.

It resembles the scene at the beginning of time when heaven and earth were first separated.

A strong wind howled, blowing the linen robe Fang Qingyu was wearing.

"You drew the Eight Trigrams to create heaven and earth, and ushered in the dawn of civilization."

The ancient voice became incredibly solemn, like a decree issued at the dawn of creation.

Fang Qingyu slowly raised his hands, palms facing upwards.

A disc made from ancient tortoise shell floats between the hands.

It emitted a soft, clear light.

As Fang Qingyu uttered ancient and profound syllables.

The tortoise shell Bagua compass suddenly shone brightly.

hum-

Eight characters written in oracle bone script.

Like eight dazzling stars, they suddenly broke free from the Bagua plate.

They grew taller as they faced the wind, instantly transforming into eight towering pillars of light.

Rumble!
The beam of light pierced fiercely into the churning sea of ​​clouds below.

Under the guidance and suppression of the pillar of light, the chaotic and disordered energy began to become orderly.

The pure rise, the impure sink!
A stable spatial prototype, supported by eight pillars of light.

It was forcibly carved out from the chaos.

Fang Qingyu shared in this groundbreaking will and power.

The scene before my eyes changed once again, like flowing water.

That newly opened space, still seemingly empty and desolate.

Fang Qingyu still stood atop the solitary peak, but his aura had become even more profound and vast.

This time, he was no longer looking up at chaos.

Instead, it was the newly born sun above the new world, its light still hazy, and a moon that was faintly visible on the other side.

"You created the calendar by observing celestial phenomena, and the agricultural seasons and solar terms were arranged in an orderly manner."

The ancient sound carried a sense of completeness.

Fang Qingyu's gaze seemed to pierce through time and space, discerning the trajectory of the sun, moon, and stars.

His hands moved slowly in the air, golden light flowing from his fingertips.

It's as if it's writing down the most fundamental laws of the universe.

Follow his movements.

On this newly opened land, time seemed to have been accelerated.

In the bare cracks of the rocks.

Tender green grass shoots sprouted and stretched out at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At the bottom of the dried-up riverbed, clear water suddenly appeared and began to flow gently.

On the flat plain, the soil churned automatically, and strange seeds sprouted from the earth.

The changing seasons unfold like a fast-forwarded scroll, rapidly shifting across this newly born world.

The light of the sun and moon became stable and regular, illuminating the mountains and rivers, and the flourishing and withering of plants.

The rhythm of life is perfectly in harmony with the rhythm of heaven and earth.

Fang Qingyu was immersed in the vast and mighty power that created all things and dictated the order of time.

They almost forgot themselves.

When this creation story is brought to its ultimate expression.

The four breathtaking images receded like the tide.

All senses instantly return to the body.

Fang Qingyu suddenly opened his eyes.

What lay before them was no longer a chaotic space, nor the solitary peak of creation, but the scene of the city lord's mansion.

What catches the eye.

First and foremost, there were a pair of eyes as bright as the purest rubies.

The owner of those eyes was looking down at him, with a smile playing at the corners of his eyes.

With a touch of playfulness and the joy of a long-awaited reunion.

Her red lips parted slightly, and the sound she uttered was crisp and melodious:
"You're awake!"

(End of this chapter)