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After everything was set in place, I did not immediately withdraw.
There were still truths that needed to be shown, not merely told.
I raised my hand and snapped my fingers.
Space folded without warning.
In the next instant, everyone—the heads of the four core institutes, the rishis of past and present, Bai Chang, and the keepers of humanity's knowledge—found themselves standing upon a smooth, translucent platform.
Golden light rippled beneath their feet.
They gasped almost as one.
Below them stretched an endless expanse of liquefied spirit energy, calm like a sea at dawn. Dense currents flowed slowly beneath the surface, each wave carrying power that even Spirit Douluo–level cultivators would find suffocating.
Yet here, within my formation, it was gentle.
Controlled.
Contained.
"This…" one of the elder rishis whispered, his voice trembling, "this amount of spirit energy…"
"It's impossible…"
I let them look.
I wanted them to understand.
"This," I said calmly, my voice echoing softly across the golden surface, "is the first layer of the lake."
They turned toward me instantly.
"This lake has multiple depths," I continued. "What you are standing on now is not the core. It is merely the outer reservoir."
I paused, letting the implication sink in.
"This will be the greatest secret of the City of Beginning."
Silence fell—heavy, reverent silence.
"I have placed divine-level concealment formations around the lake," I said. "No one outside this group will ever know what truly lies beneath these waters."
I looked at each of them in turn.
"Not kings.
Not emperors.
Not sect masters.
Not even gods."
A shiver ran through the group.
I waved my hand gently.
Lines of light spread outward beneath their feet, branching like veins.
"These waters are not isolated," I explained. "All ponds, reservoirs, and energy pools within Areas A and B are subtly connected to this lake."
Murmurs rose instantly.
"The Divine Temple's pools," Bai Chang said slowly.
"The university's cultivation ponds…" the principal added.
"The stabilization reservoirs beneath the library…" the Head Librarian whispered.
I nodded.
"They will all be nourished by this lake," I said. "Not directly—but through carefully regulated channels."
I turned my gaze sharp.
"No one will draw from it freely. The flow will be passive, balanced, and invisible."
This was not generosity.
It was sustainability.
I folded my hands behind my back.
"This secret," I said quietly, "will be known only to the heads of the four core institutes and the rishis."
My tone hardened slightly.
"No word of this leaves your mouths. Not to students. Not to successors. Not even to your own children."
A few faces paled—but no one objected.
"Greed," I continued, "has destroyed more civilizations than ignorance ever did."
I met Bai Chang's eyes.
"Faith can be guided. Knowledge can be controlled. But greed spreads like fire."
The High Priest bowed deeply.
"We understand," he said firmly. "Even if our names are erased from history, this secret will not be spoken."
One by one, the others followed suit.
Oaths were not necessary.
Conviction was stronger.
I snapped my fingers again.
One by one, the space rings I had distributed earlier appeared in the air before me, floating silently.
All except four.
I gathered the remaining rings into my hand.
"The construction phase is complete," I said. "These rings are no longer needed for unlimited resource output."
I paused.
"From now on, they will function as high-capacity space rings only."
A ripple of understanding passed through the group.
"I have filled each of them with gold," I added calmly. "Enough to fund the city's growth for generations."
I then separated four rings and handed them out.
"To the Divine Temple."
"To the Research University."
"To the Library of Wisdom."
"To the Knowledge Bank."
"These rings will remain under institutional control," I said. "Not personal ownership."
No one questioned this.
Power without restraint was meaningless.
With another gesture, space shifted once more.
The golden sea vanished.
They reappeared in Area A, beneath the open sky, standing on land that would soon become the heart of humanity's future.
Some of them looked around, momentarily disoriented, as if uncertain whether what they had just witnessed was real.
I did not give them time to dwell.
"Begin your work," I said. "The city will take shape faster than you expect."
They bowed deeply.
And I turned away.
I passed through layers of formation and descended alone.
Downward.
Past the first layer of spirit liquid.
Past the false core.
Past the decoy secrets.
At the very center of the lake—
I found the World Tree sapling.
It had grown.
Not explosively—but steadily.
What had once been a fragile sprout was now a young tree, its trunk faintly luminous, its leaves shimmering with a soft, transcendent green.
Roots extended outward, not through soil, but through space itself, anchoring into dimensional seams.
I could feel it.
The tree was drinking.
The level of liquefied immortal energy had dropped noticeably.
I raised my hand and replenished it instantly, golden tides pouring in until the lake returned to equilibrium.
"As expected," I murmured.
This tree would require immortal energy until it reached maturity.
Only then would it begin to draw upon the world's natural laws—spirit energy, planetary vitality, dimensional stability—to sustain itself.
But that was fine.
I had time.
Before leaving, I adjusted the outermost formation.
New runes ignited.
From the surrounding environment, spirit energy began to gather naturally, flowing into hidden channels.
The formation refined it automatically.
Condensing.
Purifying.
Liquefying.
A self-sustaining cycle.
Even if I were absent for millions of years, the outer layers of the lake would never run dry.
I took one last look at the young tree.
"Grow," I said softly. "Quietly."
I ascended.
The lake vanished behind layers of concealment.
To the world above, it was nothing more than a forbidden body of water—beautiful, untouchable, meaningless.
Only I knew what slept beneath.
My consciousness withdrew from Douluo Dalu and returned fully to the Divine Realm.
There, amidst the vast stillness of the heavens, I stood once more at the center of my domain.
The Dragon God was still searching for answers.
Destiny continued its slow, merciless turn.
And somewhere in the future—
The storm would come.
When it did, the City of Beginning would not fall.
It would endure.
Rooted not in land—
But in eternity.
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