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Chapter 123 - Eleven Days Before the Turning of Heaven

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The Dragon God's voice lingered even after the Divine Core's resonance faded.

"The ritual will begin on the eleventh divine day."

His tone carried finality—no hesitation, no room for further debate. The structure had been decided. The sacrifices calculated. The sequence of laws already woven into a framework that only awaited ignition.

"You should rest," he continued. "Prepare yourself. When the heavens move, no God King can predict every variable. I will notify the other God Kings and all gods bound to the Divine Realm. They will be placed on standby."

I inclined my head.

"I understand."

That was all that needed to be said.

When two beings standing at the apex of the Divine Realm reached the same conclusion, further words became redundant.

I withdrew from the Divine Core's vicinity and returned to my domain.

The moment I crossed into my domain, layers of silence settled around me. Faith currents slowed. Authority folded inward. Even the faint echo of the Divine Realm's pulse dulled.

The Dragon God had told me to rest.

But rest was a luxury I could not afford—not yet.

Eleven divine days remained.

To the Divine Realm, that was a brief pause.

To lower worlds, it was an era.

I closed my eyes and extended my consciousness downward.

Toward the place I had prepared long before the heavens decided to gamble with their own existence.

Douluo Dalu.

My perception slipped through layers of space without friction, bypassing planetary defenses and natural barriers as if they were nothing more than mist.

I did not scan the world broadly this time.

I went directly to its heart.

The City of Beginning.

The moment my consciousness touched the city's inner region, I felt it.

A stability unlike anything I had sensed before.

Not forced.

Not imposed.

Natural.

I arrived within the innermost area, hovering above the great lake—now perfectly still, its surface reflecting neither sky nor land, but something deeper.

And at its center—

The World Tree.

I stopped.

For a brief moment, even I did not move.

The tree had grown.

No—

It had completed itself.

Its trunk rose like a pillar of reality, wide and immovable, bark shimmering with subtle runes that were not inscribed but formed. Branches stretched outward in elegant arcs, leaves glowing faintly with layered hues—green, gold, and something deeper that bordered on colorless.

The immortal energy I had poured into the lake previously was gone.

All of it.

Absorbed.

Assimilated.

Not wasted.

Not leaked.

Not dispersed.

The World Tree had consumed it as naturally as a mortal breathes air.

I extended my perception further.

And found—

Alignment.

The tree was no longer merely growing within Douluo Dalu.

It was now aligned with it.

The planetary core pulsed gently beneath the city, and the tree's roots—no longer physical, no longer conceptual—intertwined seamlessly with the world's laws.

Not domination.

Not parasitism.

Symbiosis.

I understood instantly.

"
So that's how it is," I murmured.

The World Tree had completed its transition.

From a dependent seed—

To an anchor.

With its roots fused to Douluo Dalu's planetary core and its branches stabilizing spatial layers above, the World Tree had become capable of something extraordinary.

It could now anchor a Divine Realm.

Not permanently—

Not effortlessly—

But sufficiently.

If the Divine Realm degraded.

If it fractured.

If it needed a lower plane to latch onto—

Douluo Dalu could bear that weight.

Not as a sacrifice.

But as a foundation.

A quiet breath escaped me.

The most uncertain variable in my preparations had just
 resolved itself.

As I continued observing, another detail became apparent.

Space around the World Tree was no longer uniform.

There was a distortion—not chaotic, not turbulent—but smooth, curved, and deliberate.

A natural spatial barrier had formed.

I traced it outward.

The barrier did not encase only the tree.

It encompassed the entire City of Beginning.

Not aggressively.

Not as a prison.

But as a shell.

A defensive membrane formed not through formations, not through divine authority, but through the World Tree's instinctive response to threat.

I narrowed my focus.

The barrier was adaptive.

External energy spikes were softened.

Hostile intent was diffused.

Spatial intrusions were redirected.

This was not something I had designed.

It was something the World Tree had chosen.

"It's protecting itself," I realized.

And in doing so—

It was protecting the city.

A city built around knowledge, continuity, and restraint.

A fitting coincidence.

Or perhaps—

Not a coincidence at all.

Before leaving, I did what still needed to be done.

I raised my hand and replenished the lake once more—not with immortal energy this time, but with liquefied spirit energy, refined and stabilized.

The lake accepted it eagerly, spirit energy circulating through hidden channels, nourishing the World Tree indirectly without overwhelming it.

Then I extended the connection.

The surrounding reservoirs—the auxiliary lakes I had placed earlier—linked seamlessly with the central lake. A closed cycle formed, allowing spirit energy to gather, condense, and replenish automatically.

Even if I never returned—

The system would endure.

I took one last look at the World Tree.

Its leaves rustled softly, though there was no wind.

For a moment, I felt something akin to acknowledgment.

Not gratitude.

Recognition.

"You're ready," I said quietly. "So am I."

I withdrew my consciousness from Douluo Dalu.

The world receded gently, wrapped in layers of protection that no ordinary catastrophe could breach.

When I opened my eyes again, I stood once more within my divine domain.

The Divine Realm's pulse returned to clarity.

Eleven divine days had been reduced to ten.

I did not rush.

I did not meditate deeply.

Instead, I waited.

Preparing contingencies.

Rechecking connections.

Aligning Humanity's authority quietly, subtly, without alerting the heavens.

Somewhere beyond my domain, the Dragon God sent messages to God Kings and gods alike.

Some prepared in anticipation.

Some scoffed.

Some prayed.

None truly understood what was about to be tested.

I stood at the edge of my domain and looked toward the Divine Realm Core—distant, immense, unwavering.

The ritual would begin soon.

The heavens would attempt to transcend themselves.

Whether they succeeded or shattered—

That outcome was no longer entirely out of my hands.

The anchor was ready.

The record was complete.

Humanity's refuge had matured.

All that remained—

Was to see whether destiny would bend


Or break.

And for the first time in a long while—

I allowed myself to wait.

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