The war remnants from the past years, drifting in the crevices of the Endless Void, are being drawn by an inexplicable force on the Seta Continent, slowly and steadily heading towards Seta.
This,
is the answer Austin sensed through the shadows reflected inside the Gate of Truth.
In those days, when the Gate of Truth was in the hands of the Arcane Mages, they could freely traverse the Multi-Parallel Planes and cross the Multi-universe, precisely because of a special connection between the Gate of Truth and the endless parallel worlds.
After devouring the Thorny Crown, the broken Gate of Truth seems to have regained a slight portion of this ability's power.
Broadly speaking,
Austin's intuition should not be wrong.
However,
once those endless remnants regroup and return, it would inevitably cause an imnsely massive impact on the fragile Seta Continent, possibly even leading to the complete destruction of the Cradle World in the collision!
But,
why do those divine beings, who once remade the Seta Continent with supre power and are now slowly awakening above the starry sky, show no action?
Is there so agreent between them,
or do these entities have so secret plan in place?
Countless thoughts surged into Austin's mind,
his brows furrowed tightly.
"Could the great change, ntioned by the Ancient King of the Frost Giants, be this? When those abundant remnants from the past regroup and the ancient beings return and awaken, will they settle the scores of unfinished battles in this era?"
Austin's heart tightened,
If that's truly the case, then what will beco of the Blue Dragon Kingdom under my command when the Seta Continent is on the verge of descending into great chaos?
And by that ti,
how would the Blue Dragon Kingdom proceed when the divine beings in the starry sky also intervene directly and those mighty entities who remade the world long ago also erge? Not to ntion the unknown plots that may loom over , how could my current self possibly confront those ancient existences that have survived since countless epochs ago?
"I need to accelerate!"
Once again, Austin felt the limitations of his own power.
Perhaps,
on the current Seta Continent, his power has indeed reached the pinnacle of the continent.
Yet, in the face of that endless dark chaos, those divine beings who fell asleep thirty thousand years ago, and those grand individuals who could regroup space-ti and recreate heaven and earth even after the collapse of the Multi-universe,
the current Austin is but a slightly stronger ant.
"The Ireland Kingdom should be ready soon... After this event, I must advance to Epic rank!"
Austin gazed into the void,
his eyes becoming incomparably profound.
The Ireland Kingdom,
one of the seven ancient kingdoms, a realm founded and passed down by one of the Seven Sages, might harbor so knowledge to advance to Epic rank.
Furthermore,
Sacred Artifact, Power of Faith, shards of the Gate of Truth...
Since the Thorny Crown can gather formidable Power of Faith through certain ans, the Seven Sages of the past must have a complex relationship with the divine faith; moreover, the Sacred Artifact itself was made from the shards of the Gate of Truth.
Considering the timing of past arrangents,
the situation over there should roughly be starting now.
No longer focusing on the surrounding flashing scenes, Austin's massive form spiraled back into itself, assuming a posture of sleep.
Closing his eyes,
his Heart Spirit plunged into the depths of his mind,
then,
as ti spun,
his spiritual consciousness traversed countless layers of distant space, descending upon the clone split off three years ago, which traveled to the Royal Capital with Princess Sarah of the Ireland Kingdom back then...
...
At the sa ti,
just as Austin is sorting out the surrounding circumstances and sets his sights on the distant Central Earth World.
At this mont,
the Blue Dragon Kingdom has achieved a phased success in digesting and reforming new territories,
It's at this ti, the harvest of the first quarter since the Blue Dragon Kingdom took control has been completed; while many farrs and peasants anxiously harvest their crops, the grassroots officials of the Blue Dragon Kingdom indeed only collected a tenth as tax and did not levy any additional head taxes or firewood taxes.
All residents, in the vast villages governed in the new territories, erupted in trendous cheers that stirred the entire village, with cries of "Long live the Blue Dragon Kingdom" "Long live the great His Highness Austin" resounding through the sky.
Even though the most solemn harvest festival of the year has yet to arrive,
yet under such bountiful harvests, many farrs and villagers have spontaneously celebrated, and in the villages, the weary people held a rare bonfire feast after a long day.
Despite these days, natural disasters remain relentless.
But due to the strenuous efforts by grassroots officials of the Blue Dragon Kingdom to organize villagers for rescue production, apply for magical machinery and fertilizers, and conduct work-for-relief to assist extrely impoverished families among other efforts, the output from farmlands hasn't significantly decreased as a result.
For the vast majority of free citizens and peasants,
this is a season of plenty.
Watching as food is constantly brought into their hos, an abundance unlike ever seen before, the excited expressions stayed on the wrinkled, aged faces of the old farrs all day, and even the children in the village were infected with this joy, with sounds of jubilant commotion filling the air.
In the past,
the grain left from the hard work of past generations in the fields, counting for two or three tenths of the harvest, was already a rare kindness from the Lords.
Now, they can retain ninety percent!
A season's yield equates to the sum of two or three years of hard efforts in the past!
So much so that many households are worried about the surplus of grain stored at ho.
The grain is so plentiful that they don't know where to store it,
this is an unprecedented situation.
It's important to know that many families have no concept of storage, limited to a single barrel for storing grain, which was always kept tightly sealed with the scarce grains they could retain.
When it was under the rule of noble Lords, this grain barrel always had but a thin layer; daily rationing had to be ticulously calculated, and there was no demand for grain storage warehouses—one barrel sufficed.
But now,
besides the one-tenth land tax, ninety percent of the grain has entered their hands.
With large quantities of wheat and beans, a single barrel is naturally insufficient to contain all, but if left casually outside, they fear those damn rats in the gutters will sneak in and eat it.
They have no choice but to spend so effort ordering a barrel or a clay jar from the village's carpenters and masons.
Although these additional efforts,
are trivial compared to the harvest.
Yet, it does cause so annoyance,
Ah,
the annoyance of happiness.
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