Solar Calendar, Year 7102.
On this day, the centennial celebration of the dynasty formally concluded in perfection, and the Ancient Gods dispersed one after another.
"Farewell! Until fate allows us to et again!"
"Your Excellency, it is true. No fight, no acquaintance. Feel free to descend to my Outer Domain Three-Star Cave for drinks and rrint when you can."
The Heaven and Earth Gods returned to their major sects and Holy Lands in the Celestial Realm.
The Godhead Gods descended from the Celestial Realm, tunneling back to their abodes in All Heavens and Myriads of Realms.
Hosts and guests were all pleased.
And this centennial feast provided a platform for various major forces to communicate, connect, and discuss alliances.
"What is that?"
"The moon?"
And on this day, countless beings of the Multi-Dinsional World looked up, finding that the figure of the Moon Goddess on the moon had suddenly vanished.
She ceased her dance, and the moon dimd by several shades.
"What has happened? The Moon God has vanished. Could it be a great change in Heaven and Earth?" So were unaware of the universal celebration and felt regret, as the world's most beautiful immortal girl had inexplicably disappeared.
"I have lived seven hundred thousand years, and ever since I have mory, I have seen the dance of the Moon God reflecting the universe. But now, it has suddenly disappeared!"
"More than seven hundred thousand years! Our Holy Land has existed for nearly a hundred million years. It has survived 1,723 great sect calamities, and from its founding, there has always been a Moon God dancing on the moon according to our records."
"Dancing for over a hundred million years, simply astounding!"
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On this day, countless people felt heartbroken, and many found it unbelievable!
A centennial celebration above, and 180 million years below—how long it has been!
The dance transcended an era.
Seas change over ti.
The High-tier Dao flows.
Disregarding the doubts of the Lower Realm, Aurora also stepped down from the stage.
Across the resplendent Milky Way, Sylvie flew over, embracing Aurora's arm: "If not for the universal celebration, could the common people of the Lower Realm freely watch the dance of Aurora on the moon? We should charge so admission."
Sylph also covered her mouth with a soft laugh:
"Indeed, it's their blessing. This cosmic reboot happens only once, so they should be satisfied! For the rest of their lives, they will dream of your figure, unable to sleep, and billions of years in the future, the legends will still record tales of the Moon God."
"Isn't this just the difference between the Upper City District and the Lower City District?" Aurora listened, shaking her head.
Wasn't it these two won who instigated her to dance?
Using her as a spokesperson, just like how so schools use beautiful promotional videos to encourage others to strive hard to enter the "Celestial Realm"?
Though their thods were unscrupulous, it was an effective strategy.
It gave those lechers so motivation, driving them to cultivate diligently, conquer the era, and ascend swiftly, ushering in an age of prosperity.
And for the next half a day, in 2,500 years, Aurora watched All Heavens and Myriads of Realms beneath, feeling sowhat astonished.
The era truly erupted.
Countless people aspired to ascend and et the legendary Moon Sister.
So realms called her the Moonlight Goddess Aurora, symbolizing hope and dawn in darkness, while others referred to her as the Galaxy Moon Palace God Aurora...
During this period, the number of people ascending increased by 80%.
"Is my charm really so imnse? Did I alone steer the grand era's prosperity? Countless paragons rose, each forging their world, battling for an era?" Aurora was sowhat dazed.
"That's called fan effect," Sylvie said with a smile, "Idols always have many crazy fans, and the colder and more elegant, the more they attract followers."
"Of course, the explosion was inevitable; Sister only acted as a catalyst." Sylph gave a fair assessnt.
These few chatted.
The nearby palace maids bustled about, clearing various utensils and leftover dishes from the banquet tables.
Soon, Elis approached, speaking to the two maidservants: "The celebration has ended; it's ti to discuss serious matters."
"Yes," Sylvie nodded imdiately, leading Elis and others to the back of the palace.
Though 180 million years seed to have passed in the Lower Realm, in reality, for the Celestial Realm, the brief century was rely a relaxing post-war drink!
And the seeming 2,500 years of rising heroes in the Lower Realm after the Moon Goddess's disappearance was just three friends chat idly while clearing dishes after the celebration for a re half a day.
After the revelry, naturally ca the division of cosmic powers.
Everyone had to distribute the spoils.
After all, even among close siblings, accounts are clear.
Moreover, discussing how to handle the Light Ancient God, the dynasty's future policies, and the future universe's path.
In their eyes, with a certain manipulator removed, Nokron and they would ascend to the top.
Now, they were the largest, obvious manipulators of the cosmos, guiding its developnt as the Supre Saints.
Soon.
Having eaten and drunk enough, they arrived at the Supre Divine Hall in the Celestial Realm, each taking a seat.
Being so familiar with each other and old friends, there wasn't anyone new and unfamiliar. Everyone was relaxed, not putting on airs of Supre Gods of the universe, nor wearing a cold face.
After all, after knowing each other for so long, who wouldn't know each other?
One might say, if newcors with great talent arrived now, they would still find it impossible to break into this circle before them!
To speak frankly, if the Space God weren't the Emperor, would Atabia help him? Would Nokron help him?
Our kind help our own, excluding outsiders.
"This universe is truly ruthless."
Elis lounged in her chair, elegantly crossing her legs, "What good is strong potential? Potential is just the initial ticket; in society, it's about interpersonal relationships."
"Stop being so sarcastic."
The Emperor spoke for once: "You're just worried we'll beco malevolent fathers, that dragon slayers beco Evil Dragons, corruptly harming all beings, but at least, I won't do such things."
Elis nodded.
The Emperor never concerns himself with matters, purely a martial artist, indeed wouldn't do such things.
She looked at Atabia.
Atabia was similarly detached; as long as you didn't provoke him, he wouldn't bother you either.
These two lacked any power desires, uninterested in won, both ascetic monks.
Elis quietly mused: "Could this also be Dream Garnt's selection? Surely, Dream Garnt changed the past, to choose fit candidates, lest they overthrow the Light Ancient God, only for another to arise."
"We three primary gods won't fall to corruption; Dream Garnt's vision was impeccable."
Elis's respect increased a few degrees in her heart.
However, to be vigilant, ultimately it must be Nokron.
Only he most likely has issues!
But since Dream Garnt chose him, even if his identity is sowhat mysterious, it seems he can still be trusted?
Elis decided to observe further.
Li Qing naturally disregarded Elis's errant thoughts, addressing everyone, "Co, let's allocate territories. The Celestial Realm is our shared ho; we'll govern here together. As for the rest, I want the Milky Way. That belongs under my Material God's domain."
Elis heard, raising an eyebrow, "Then I won't be polite. I want the end of the Milky Way, the position of the Ancient Origin Continent."
"What do you want that place for?" Nokron asked.
"That place is filled with water, perfect for a Nether River, I can put Reincarnation into the Nether River." Elis shook her crossed leg, "After all, having Reincarnation constantly floating in All Heavens and Myriads of Realms is rather mundane and low-level."
Previously, as a rebel, Elis couldn't secure a good place; her Reincarnation had to constantly flee while being pursued. Now she certainly wants a location to place her Celestial Path Reincarnation and perfect the Netherworld.
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