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Only a single day passed in the Divine Realm.
Yet in Douluo Dalu, a full year quietly flowed by.
Time obeyed different masters.
I stood within my domain when I felt itâ
a familiar, sincere pull of faith.
Bai Chang was praying.
Not desperately.
Not fearfully.
But with completion.
"My god⊠the city has been evacuated."
His words carried relief, exhaustion, and unwavering trust.
That was enough.
I extended my consciousness downward once more.
The City of Beginning greeted me in silence.
No footsteps.
No voices.
No lingering resistance.
Bai Chang stood at the temple plaza, already kneeling, tears threatening to fall the moment my presence manifested.
"My god," he said hoarsely, joy and reverence interwoven, "everyone has moved. As you instructed."
I nodded.
"You did well."
Before he could say another wordâ
I snapped my fingers.
Space folded.
Bai Chang vanished.
In the next instant, he appeared dozens of kilometers outside the city, among the gathered figures who had once stood before meâprincipals, rishis, scholars, archivistsâall waiting in tense anticipation.
I did not join them.
Insteadâ
I rose.
I floated above the exact center of the abandoned City of Beginning.
Below me lay streets that had carried humanity's earliest footsteps. Buildings that had witnessed the birth of civilization.
I felt no hesitation.
History was not meant to be preserved unchanged.
It was meant to be built upon.
I inhaled slowly.
Immortal energy gathered.
The air thickened.
Space groaned.
Thenâ
I waved my hand.
The ground shattered.
Not explodedâ
peeled apart.
Stone, soil, ancient foundationsâeverything within a region three to four times the size of the original city was torn downward, crushed into fragments and drawn into nothingness.
The earth did not collapse.
It was removed.
What remained was a vast, terrifying sinkholeâ
a perfectly shaped abyss, nearly four times the size of the old city, plunging so deep that light itself struggled to return.
It felt bottomless.
Like the mouth of the world.
I did not pause.
With precise movements, I began to lay formations.
One after another.
Layered.
Interlocked.
Perfected revealed by the Wisdom Core.
Concealment formations.
Isolation formations.
Suppression formations.
When I finished, the entire sinkhole vanished from divine perception.
Not hiddenâ
erased.
Even a God King scanning the area would find nothing amiss. No fluctuation. No distortion. No echo.
Only normal land.
Satisfied, I continued.
Immortal energy surged from meânot wild, not violentâbut compressed, refined, and liquefied.
It poured downward.
A golden tide filled the abyss.
Slowly.
Patiently.
Layer by layer, the sinkhole transformed into a vast lake of liquid immortal energy, glowing softly, dense enough to warp light.
When it reached equilibrium, I reached into my domain.
The World Tree Seed appeared in my palm.
Dormant.
Waiting.
I lowered it gently into the deepest center of the lake.
The moment it touched the immortal liquidâ
It pulsed.
Once.
Twice.
Thenâ
A tiny sprout emerged.
Barely visible.
Yet the lake trembled in response.
Rootsâstill conceptualâbegan to stretch outward, anchoring themselves not to soil, but to reality itself.
I exhaled.
"The hardest part is over."
Still, I was not finished.
Concealment was not about hiding once.
It was about layers.
I expanded outward.
One full kilometer beyond the original formation, I created another enclosed regionâthis time filling it with liquefied spirit energy instead of immortal essence.
A false treasure.
A decoy.
Even if someone ever pierced the first layer, they would believe they had found the core.
The World Tree would remain untouched.
Satisfied, I finalized the outermost formationâone that allowed ordinary sight.
From the outside, it would appear as a tranquil, ordinary lake.
Beautiful.
Untouchable.
No one could enter.
No consciousness could probe it.
No energy could be sensed.
A lake that existedâ
And yet did not.
I emerged from the formation and summoned the heads of the four core institutions.
They arrived instantly.
I gestured toward the lake.
"This area is forbidden," I said plainly. "No one enters. No exceptions."
They nodded without hesitation.
"You may begin construction in the surrounding regions immediately."
I turned my gaze toward the Library of Wisdom.
"For architectural planning, city layout, and long-term optimizationâuse the Book of Wisdom."
A ripple of awe spread.
"I have already stored the complete city model you saw earlier within it," I added. "Use its analytical functions. Let knowledge guide design."
They bowed deeply.
There were no questions.
They understood that this was not merely constructionâ
It was preparation.
With everything in place, I looked once more at the silent city.
At the lake that hid a seed capable of anchoring worlds.
Then I withdrew.
My consciousness returned to the Divine Realm, leaving behind a city that would one day become more than a refuge.
It would become an axis.
Above, the heavens remained unaware.
Below, roots had begun to grow.
And when the flood finally cameâ
The City of Beginning would not sink.
It would hold.
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