"Sun, moon, stars, clouds."

Li Qing looked up at the sky, "This world is truly wonderful... it has really become a myth, with deities from the Divine Realm patrolling the earth daily in the celestial vault."

They patrol the heavens, capturing the camps of the Emperor and Minis.

In Li Qing's view, this era's model is very interesting!

The truly top-tier strong individuals now would rather die than break through; they just play around, prolonging the late-period, unwilling to sever their Tao Foundation. As mortals, they keep honing themselves, aiming to become a truly powerful True God...

Some are even starting to research how to, as mortals, use True God's power to slaughter True Gods!

Like the Emperor, creating a bunch of Divine Artifacts, mortals wielding Divine Weapons, challenging deities...

Minis, creating a bunch of Fat Dragons, mortals riding Divine Dragons, waging wars with True Gods...

If it continues developing like this, a peculiar scene may really appear: a Mortal Celestial Emperor ruling over a group of True Gods from the Divine Realm.

Mortal Governs Gods World!

A mortal, sitting on the God's throne, looking at deity ministers one by one?

"That would surely be a splendid sight." Li Qing sighed, feeling everything was developing in a very beautiful direction.

"But for me, it's not a good thing. The pressure they create, how could they possibly overthrow it?"

"Zhu Qi, you must hold out, not let them succeed... Mortals ascending, stepping on True Gods, is too out of line."

The clan of Black Magic Masters is indeed bizarre, absurd, and sinister.

Even human head lanterns, coupled with the current Spiritual Qi Revival covering the entire cemetery, maybe ghosts and such have started to nurture.

This theoretically gives Li Qing a possible new system to explore!

Myth of Ghosts and Deities.

Complete soul life.

Li Qing thought to himself, wandering continuously through a city, looking at the streets and towns around him.

"The Flower Lantern Festival, the Flower Lantern Festival is about to start!"

"Everyone, please put a veil on your flower lanterns, enter the headless festival, enjoy the holiday fun, and find your love at the headless dance without caring about looks or appearance."

On the street, a headless child beat on a human head drum, clanking joyously as they paraded through the streets, rushing around spreading the news.

"Hey, Little Li Head, here's some candy for you!" some kind-hearted neighbors called out to the child.

"Thank you, grandma!"

With the environmental changes over thousands of years, even now after four hundred years of divine war in the Divine Realm, the earthly beings still live their lives.

The Martial Path Continent has undergone tremendous changes.

The once crude and terrifyingly sinister Black Magic Master civilization has now matured.

It has taken on a unique aesthetic of civilization.

Various schools flourish, the entire civilization giving a sense of profound heritage, with an enchanting, deep, and divine feeling.

The whole civilization, every Black Magic Master seems to have become a sculptor, creating freely, splashing ink of creativity everywhere.

High society esteems artists, with local talents lauded and praised by people.

And the highly developed spiritual civilization is also an expression of a civilization's cultural heritage.

People today have returned to their normal appearances, all handsome and tall.

"Selling steamed buns, freshly baked crisp!" someone pushed a cart.

"Sell myself to bury my father!"

A beautifully weak girl in white knelt on the street, looking pitiful, "My name is Die, only asking for three thousand silver taels, to support my mother and brother, poor household, with an eighteen-year-old top-quality Nu'er Hong born from my mind as a dowry."

Some people still use heads as frying pans, some beauties still use heads as wine pots for brewing wine, which has become a trend, and there's nothing different about it.

To them, this is normal.

Frying pans, wine pots, these are all Dharma Artifacts of life.

Having lived with them since childhood, they are already commonplace.

With Spiritual Qi rich, everyone's soul gets nurtured; in this state, beings of every era feel that wisdom, cultivation speed, life force have greatly increased.

It's just, whenever Li Qing walks into these cities, he still feels unaccustomed.

But he also knows he should adapt.

To create the worlds of the Multi-Dimensional Crystal Wall, isn't it just to diversify the countless races?

To have all sorts of new, incredible, bizarre civilizations and life forms living in every mental asylum?

"But how should I adapt?"

Li Qing shook his head, "My real lifespan, even any old man on the street has lived longer years than me."

"Recalling the past, the last vivid memory was from entering the Mortal World in the Wizard Era, checking identity on a train, boarding a steam train, watching the Crystal Ball, observing a battle between Monarch Emperors of an era... I was even engrossed in reading novels back then."

Li Qing suddenly felt nostalgic, also knowing that not entering the world was actually a good thing.

The Emperor did not enter the world, regardless of changes over time, kept a pure heart, quietly reading, practicing martial arts.

Experiences make one old, the Tao Heart dusty.

This is worth emulating, I have always not entered the world, having few various experiences is the right path.

"Your Majesty, you've arrived!"

At this moment, Sylvie's voice came from the side, jubilant.

Li Qing turned around, seeing Sylvie watching him from behind.

Li Qing wasn't completely without companions after all, for being too lonely, Nokron was just a good identity.

Behind Sylvie actually followed a girl, seemingly Die who just now was selling herself to bury her father on the street.

As if noticing Li Qing's gaze, Sylvie quickly explained: "Seeing her so pitiful and the money wasn't much, I already bought her. By the way, do you want to drink Nu'er Hong? It's the dowry of this little girl, exquisite wine, many people haven't tasted it in their lifetime!"

Li Qing shook his head, "No need."

Sylvie contacted him, clearly having important matters.

"Have you decided to retrieve your memories?" Li Qing suddenly asked.

"Yes!" Sylvie bowed, her expression solemn.

Her eyes only held determination, without hesitation, seemingly having thought for a long time.

"Let's talk in the teahouse." Li Qing and Sylvie went to a teahouse and ordered some dishes.

Over the years, Sylvie had naturally been in contact with Angelle and those past people, gradually knowing her missing memories from their words, learning about that apocalyptic cycle of past events.

"I also met that so-called pair of parents from before."

Sylvie clearly felt a bit depressed now, not very well, coming to him also seeking an answer, a solace:

"They saw me with some complexity, then earnestly clarified our relationship with me, the less than fifty-year memory had long become the past, with thousands of years now having only occupied a corner of life."

"Those parents have become their true selves and feel fear and disgust for that puppet experience..."

"Only seeing their true selves did they find they liked men, the lovers who once truly loved and sacrificed for each other ended up quarreling for hundreds of years, parting in discord."

Li Qing just listened silently.

Li Qing could also imagine, for a heterosexual to find out they've been forcefully implanted with memories, turned into someone they're not, is utterly disgusting.

That's the horror of blank soul, memory implantation.

I am not me, but someone else.

But Li Qing didn't feel any guilt or remorse, to be candid, he long knew the massive side effects, but if not done, there would be no entry into Subspace, no foundation of the Demigod era.

How could the strong on this land still live for thousands of years?

And now the people of the apocalypse world are also gradually stepping out of the shadow, becoming their true selves.

Sylvie seeing them move forward also plans to retrieve her memories.

"Since you've decided." Li Qing extended a finger, returning her Crystal Core and part of her soul into her body.

Rustle.

Sylvie trembled all over, her brain mended, suddenly tears welled up in her eyes.

But moments later, she calmed down again and said, feeling enlightened: "Those previous memories were truly terrifying."

"I detest those black hands controlling people's destiny, treating people as puppets. I will never follow the same path of the Dream Garment again."

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