Ti had flown by, and it was another decade past. The last refuge for Martial Artists, Martial Alliance, had long perished, and Transcendents seed to have vanished from this world.
Were it not for the gradual revival of Secret Spirit Power across various regions, Qin Muye would have nearly forgotten the existence of Transcendents in this world. Unfortunately, once the inheritance was cut off, it never developed again.
After all, the Transcendents of this world did not evolve on their own but were stolen and passed on from the World's Son. Now that everything was firmly in grasp, there naturally was no way to counter it.
In these ten years, the Federation to had undergone trendous chaines, having completely shed its original form and transford into a modern society. The past had long vanished into ti, and even the mory of Transcendents had beco blurred, ntioned only occasionally by those who had experienced it in tales of Martial Halls or so sneaky Secret Spirit Master.
Even the Great Governor, who had always wanted to seize control of Umbrella Company, had stepped down, having long lost his forr ambition and co to terms with many things.
Of course, he had no choice but to accept reality because the power was no longer in his hands; he couldn't resist.
He had indeed struggled for a while, but unfortunately, the power transitions within the Elder Council were too cruel, and in the end, he compromised.
He had compromised many tis in his life, one more wouldn't hurt. At least now, life was comfortable.
Qin Muye too had been busy all along, whether it was working to perfect the World's Son plan, conducting research on his Strongman Style, or customizing Divine Artifacts with Territory Traits. He thought it would take just two or three months at most, but unexpectedly, another decade had just flown by.
He hadn't noticed the passage of ti until he realized it was already now.
The World's Son plan had finally taken shape; after eliminating nurous hidden dangers, he was ready to start the Devouring Plan.
He had also found the Heaven's Will Blade, which he would now use as the World's Son·Civilization. Once he acquired the Territory Traits, everything would be fine.
"Long ti no see. I rember the last ti we t was two years ago?" World's Son·Civilization reclined leisurely in the prison, living a fairly good life. Except for his personal restrictions, whatever the Spirit Monsters desired, they fulfilled. Ten years of comfortable living almost smoothed out his temperant.
But his wisdom still remained. He knew that this ti, he was probably going to die, and he wasn't afraid of death.
"Yeah, it was indeed two years ago. Honestly, I've been so busy that I almost forgot about you," Qin Muye couldn't help but mock himself.
And it was indeed the case. Although Qin Muye had crafted a series of plans around the World's Son, he almost forgot the core World's Son because there was no place for him in this process; he just needed to wait here to die. Qin Muye would handle everything.
"So, my ti is up? You're the most unique being I've encountered. It's a pity that you're not human, otherwise, we could perhaps have been friends," remarked World's Son and added, "Oh, I hope the next ti I open my eyes, it's not your ecosystem simulator. After all, when I was first born, my body was quite large."
"Okay, I'll keep that in mind next ti," Qin Muye nodded, implying they would et again.
He didn't say there wasn't going to be a next ti; after all, he had been mingling here for ten years, barely qualifying as one of their own.
Over the years, World's Son·Civilization had been very honest, unlike others who initially thought of escaping.
Soon, World's Son·Civilization was led out of the prison. He took a deep breath, radiating like a solid light, even though he didn't need to breathe, but he did so anyway.
"The air is still full of Abyss Power, even better in the prison. I thought it would be fresher outside," said World's Son·Civilization.
"To ensure the prisoners' safety, the Abyss Power inside the prison is almost nil, the environnt outside is actually harsher," Qin Muye explained.
The two spoke like old friends, exchanging phrases as they quickly reached a special device.
"What's the experint this ti? Data collection or structural survey?" teased World's Son·Civilization.
"Neither, sending you back. I need the array data of other World's Sons, roughly just trying out how many types of World's Sons there could be; after all, I find your forms quite interesting," Qin Muye bluffed.
World's Sons do not feel pain, which is why they are so open-minded; otherwise, if it were a pain-sensitive life form, it would surely spit in Qin Muye's face.
"That's really unfortunate," World's Son·Civilization, unaware of anything amiss, walked straight into the device.
Qin Muye stood outside, silently watching. This ti, it had to be him; otherwise, the success wasn't at all certain. Originally, bringing his body back to Ali had been ant for now, though it was awkwardly ten years too early.
The equipnt quickly started up; the first step in artificially creating Territory Traits was to sneak in contraband.
In the past, Qin Muye created Territory Traits to strengthen his territory, but now it was different—it was more about eroding the "Lord Era" permissions and diluting the opponent's shares.
This was the crucial point; otherwise, what was the aning if the territory you crafted so strongly wasn't even yours?
Other Lords might not have realized this, as their approach differed from Qin Muye's. Qin Muye was more akin to the Unity of Heaven and Man, while they adhered to standard business strategies, thus viewing the territory differently.
Everything was ready. Qin Muye shed his Mystical Lord shell, and a massive black Abyss appeared, shrouding the entire territory in a terrifying Demon Tide.
"This really is spectacular; how can such a vast existence be cramd into such a small shell? It truly is..." World's Son·Civilization hadn't finished speaking when he felt his consciousness blurring, his thoughts gradually slowing down, as if everything was decelerating.
"He... wants... to... rge... with... ...?"
These slow thoughts erged, but now that he knew, it was already too late because he had fallen into the abyss-like body of the other.
Countless Magic Power kept eroding in, beginning to madly assimilate him.
Civilization's entire history unfolded before Qin Muye's eyes, from human evolution to obtaining the first Spark, then sacrificing to the World's Son to obtain Extraordinary Power, and finally freezing on body after body from which power had been stolen.
"Survival of the fittest, a truly cruel scene. This is the first step of civilization."
The truth spoken by the World's Son wasn't as shocking as seeing it with his own eyes; the ans of achieving much with little might seem despicable, but within civilization, it was enough to be called cunning—even if it was a conspiracy, for survival, it was nothing to be ashad of.
From this mont, the World's Son stepped off the world stage, and humanity's progress surged.
World's Son·Civilization was wrong; Qin Muye was rging not just with him, but also with their Heart of the World, which is civilization.
As this power rged, his strength started to continually expand—it was a qualitative leap, not just a quantitative increase.
If this was completed, Qin Muye's true power would be at Rank 8; the Lord Era's ranking system had never been able to bind him from the beginning.
The entire civilization rged into him, throwing the entire Federation Society into trendous turmoil at that mont; this wasn't just turning back the wheel of history, but the entire civilization collapsing.
Technology might exist, but it would never advance.
Curiosity gradually faded, and ambition continuously dissipated; even the original conflicts would gradually be replaced by complacency.
But for Qin Muye, this was good news because humans were still around.
A vast amount of Chaos continuously emanated from Qin Muye's abyss-like body; he began creating Territory Traits.
The materials were naturally derived from the civilization he extracted from himself; now, it was a part of him.
The efficiency was still very high; after all, having prepared for ten years, it was impossible for any errors to occur, as this was in itself a link in his plan to destroy the entire world.
The completely new Territory Traits gradually took shape, turned into a naless force and beca part of the Endless Abyss.
And Qin Muye's body continued to shrink, returning to the Mystical Lord shell. This ti, his gain was enormous!
[World·Civilization: The spirit of a world is indeed the grand civilization]
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