Hearing Dieying's words, Su Ming'an was somewhat puzzled—given the current situation, even if The Republic was established, with Dieying's level of invasion, humanity couldn't rid themselves of Dieying. So why did Dieying seem as if they couldn't intervene anymore?

The next moment, he understood.

The Deity's hands moved slightly, threads slicing the earth as if cutting chunks of pudding.

Seeing this action, Su Ming'an thought of many things.

...

An exchange with Noel on the crow.

["I'll give an example. Suppose I have three strawberry puddings here, one called the present world, one called the Louyue Age, and one called the Steam Age." Noel placed three strawberry puddings on the crow's feathers.]

[Time is not a straight line; what divides time is "space". Therefore, after Su Ming'an crossed the world's edge, he saw Alice's house from the Steam Age—because what he crossed wasn't "space", but "time".]

[An era is a visualized map, spread out across space.]

...

The information upon reaching the Nine Serenities' control room.

[It turns out each instance is "disassembled" into 10,000 parts, with only 1 true player in each, reflecting each other.]

[When Noel came from The Witch Age to the present world, not only did he transition from the year 328 to 830, he also moved from the "World Line where Noel is the protagonist" to the "World Line where Su Ming'an is the protagonist".]

...

Facing off with the Deity.

[The Deity said, "I plan to lose this bet. As long as you players help me converge 10,000 world lines, my goal will be achieved."]

...

A thousand years later, the Deity planned to converge 10,000 world lines to conserve resources. Back then, Su Ming'an was puzzled as to why 10,000 world lines had appeared in the world and who exactly was behind it? Since Dieying couldn't intervene in the world, who was the third party that segmented the world?

Now he finally understood—it was a thousand years ago, a complete world was segmented into 10,000 world lines by none other than the Deity themselves.

It turns out this was clearly…

A part of the thousand-year plan.

...

[I inquired the Ancient Angel, with Dieying above, how should this world be resolved?]

[The Ancient Angel replied, "The world will be disassembled, divided into myriad paths of return. Layered with bones, carried by past reincarnations, spun by life after life, until a thousand years later, when the Old Gods return, unifying the myriad paths, thus forming the ideal shield, expelling Dieying, fulfilling the millennium's wish."]

[I was shocked, "Disassemble? Disassemble the world?"]

[The Ancient Angel nodded slowly, "The world is disassembled into ten thousand parts, disrupting the orientation, so Dieying cannot lock onto it. Even if Dieying locates some world lines and destroys them over a thousand years, as long as all world lines are converged afterward, losing some eras is negligible."]

[I was shaken, "But who will finish it?" ]

[The Ancient Angel smiled, "—Someone will come in a thousand years."]

...

— Someone will come.

This person has arrived.

Disassembling the world into "10,000" parts, even if throughout a millennium, Dieying painstakingly locks onto several world lines, it could only track one, ten, a hundred...

This is why Dieying has hovered high within the stars for a millennium—They weren't being imprisoned among the stars but were eyeing everything, waiting to locate more world lines.

Humanity cut off to survive, boarding the enduring ark of a millennium—eventually some world lines will be preserved.

Until the final fusion, when millennial accumulation is achieved, the emotions passed down through human generations, gathered in the hand of Su Sheng's Old God—

A decisive strike.

The Republic spanning the world, to fulfill—a millennium's wish.

Human wisdom, constructing such a flourishing pattern of the world.

...

The earth began to decompose.

Loom, loom, loom.

Like the sound of an ancient bell resonating from the beginning of mythology, brilliance rising from them.

For now, let "One" become "Ten Thousand".

A thousand years later, let "Ten Thousand" return to "One".

The Deity's hands manipulated the threads, slicing this vast world.

Fine brilliance flowed around Them, a beautiful, luminescent green light.

Their immense eyes rippling with intricate data, They calculated Their actions, precise to each micron, Their fingertips descending—

Near the forest—it was cut into the Primitive Wilderness Age.

Near the river—it was cut into the Great River Fishing and Herding Age.

Near the fields—it was cut into the Smallholder Feudal Age.

Near the ocean—it was cut into the Western Civilization Age.

The kingdom with developed mechanics—it was cut into the Steampunk Age.

The kingdom with high pollution density—it was cut into the Witch Plague Age.

The nations that admired Eastern Word Spirit—it was cut into the Louyue Age.

The nations that admired Western Word Spirit—it was cut into the Age of Knights.

The Martial Heroes Age…

The Undersea Age…

The Industrial Age…

The Electrical Age…

The Experimental Age…

One, ten, a hundred, a thousand... ten thousand.

Each era was sliced apart, the Deity grasped Their hand tightly, myriad-colored lights flowing up Their arm, as if a pair of God's hands were dividing mountains and rivers, slicing mountain ranges, slicing great rivers, slicing the vast wilderness, golden wheat fields...

Because later the Deity will erase history, the essence of an era relies entirely on its initial resources—

Granting knives and fireseed means primal.

Granting idols and armor means the Middle Ages.

Granting talismans and fields means Louyue.

Granting potions and shotguns means steam.

Granting railways and steam engines means industry.

Granting electricity and the internet means the present world.

—Genesis.

The Deity's "Observation" authority—used to foresee the entire world's future, clearly presenting the beginning and end of each era—predicted that in year 87, due to history being erased, humanity should enter the Primitive Age. In 213, with the development of cast iron technology, humanity should step into the Age of Knights. In 287, with the advancement of seafaring technology, humanity should step into the Undersea Age. In 328, the plague begins to spread, humanity should step into the Witch Age… Predicted for 432, 512, 622, 679, 721, 787, 818, 829…

They nearly one hundred percent accurately "observed" these futures that would inevitably occur, segmenting them by eras.

And God Su Ming'an's "Time" authority—responsible for "cutting" these times after the Deity's observation, allowing them to become 10,000 timelines.

In concert, the world began to fluctuate, dissolve, and distinguish before their eyes…

...

If Paradise had a form, it should be like this.

The two Gods stood high above, as if orchestrators of worlds, shaping this civilization's form.

Each segment of time, as the threads sliced, gradually separated, took form… like colorful puzzle pieces. Thousands of eras slowly took shape, converging from countless avenues of time and space, the invisible torrent transforming into Chang Feng, sweeping in from all directions.

No scene is more heart-stirring than this.

The dirt roads spreading from the ridgeline turned into stone paths, bearing the color of pebbles. Then, asphalt and concrete descended, replacing the rough stone paths, finally evolving into solar battery roads, automated electronic roads… The eras shifted bit by bit, then were segmented and spread out in sequence.

A bright light sprang forth in Their hands.

The colorful eras, like scattering flying birds, crossing storm and waves, towards distant trajectories—a hundred years, a thousand years… ceaselessly gathering into a Long River.

Su Ming'an stretched out his hand.

—In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth.

He said,

—I shall disassemble you into 10,000 possibilities.

—I shall divide you into 10,000 world lines.

Thus, the world changed from "One" to "Ten Thousand".

Then, the God spread across the heavens and the earth.

He said,

——I want you 10,000 eras to coexist in the world, not wandering outside of it.

——I want you to be able to connect with each other in space.

Thus, the God established the Endless Sea.

From then on, the edges of the world in every direction would be close to different eras, like the borders between countries—perhaps thirty degrees east by south is the Louyue Era, forty degrees west by north is the Steam Age, and a certain angle to the north is an era from hundreds of years ago.

'Eras' thus became a series of visualized maps.

The God was satisfied.

——Then, the God severed all connections.

He said,

——I want to forbid humans from crossing these timelines.

——I want to prevent humans from prematurely merging these worldlines before the Old God officially awakens, leading to positioning by the Shadow.

Therefore.

The God established icebergs. Energy-formed tentacle monsters guarded the world's edges, preventing humans from crossing timelines by sea.

In this way, even if a golden-eyed navigator a thousand years later crashes through the icebergs, they would have to care for the crew and decide to turn back.

——Finally, the God erased history.

He said,

——I want you humans to forget the millennium plan, forget that you once shared a common origin, forget that you once had the same ancestor.

Thus, the Shadow could not entice humans to know the world's position—because humans themselves did not know where their era was headed, or where it was.

So history was erased, and human history was reduced to just short decades. Only Dao Ya City within the protection of The Republic and people from Li Mingyue and Nine Serenities remembered the millennium of history.

In this way, the millennium plan was brought to its beginning.

Come a thousand years later,

"Ten thousand" once more becomes "one".

——This is the sure victory situation.

The sure victory situation.

...

[When I reach the end of my life, I bid farewell to the most ancient Angel with a clasped fist: "The Ark has already set sail, stored within the souls of future generations. General Qin, once separated, through reincarnation, see you again in a thousand years."]

[At that time.]

[The Old God returns, the thousand-year grand plan——]

[Begins from Dao Ya City.]

...

At this moment, endless time and space spread from Su Ming'an's body, innumerable possibilities walk out from under his feet.

——The Supreme Mage of 328, the Detective of 512, the Eldest Prince of 622, Su Doctor of 818, Su Wensheng of 829...

They seemed to sketch his figure, like countless "possibilities" of him.

——Born in different eras, experiencing different educations, stepping into different societies——the "Original".

Cutting "possibilities", cutting "worldlines"——this is the birth of the Original.

Su Ming'an closed his eyes, the hymn of time blew by his ear, and a whale-like hum came from the distance.

He couldn't help but sigh——

This is a plan of redemption spanning ages.

The range of the Republic was small a thousand years ago, only able to protect the Nine Serenities. But if, after a thousand years, the Republic gathered the emotional energy of generation after generation over the millennium?

Could it cover the entire world and completely expel the Shadow?

The act of making humans forget history by the Deity, whether right or wrong, would remain unknown until the worldlines converge.

——Splitting eras, disturbing positioning, so that the Shadow can only capture a small portion of worldlines, seeking survival by cutting losses.

——Granting initial resources to different eras, allowing people to board the Ark, disrupted over a millennium, swimming through time, yearning for the "possibility" of humanity in different eras.

——Erasing history, severing positioning, placing hope in the fusion a thousand years later.

A thousand years later, the Old God steps into the Nine Serenities, assuming the accumulated emotional energy of the Exotic Species King (the largest Life Hard Drive) to become a god——at that moment——

The wisdom, knowledge, energy, faith, emotion accumulated over thousands of years——all converged to a single point.

The suffering over hundreds of thousands of years.

The waiting over hundreds of thousands of years.

The mission and plan spanning hundreds of thousands of years.

The inheritance and persistence of forty generations, the fire of past and future lives passing on——

——Integrating as a whole, sealing the deal. Blossoming into thousands upon thousands of flowers on the Old God in an instant.

It turns out, forgetting is to remember.

It turns out, numbness is to awaken.

It turns out, erasure is for rebirth.

Finally, the phantoms of eras completed the iteration, the wheels of civilization began to turn, the numb people opened their eyes, rushing towards the completed Republic——

——In the name of Matrix Orders, to merge 'ten thousand' ways into one.

——For the aspiration of a thousand autumns, to break the reincarnation of a hundred generations.

...

No one dares to claim what kind of road this is.

Civilization will hang like a thousand-petaled flower on the pear tree branches, each petal blooming. The vines growing, sprouting in different directions, excavating the deepest "possibility" of each era.

——Giving birth to thousands of branches, walking out billions of shadows.

——Exhausting thousands of possibilities, heading towards endless reincarnations.

Though the lotus roots are broken, the fibers remain linked.

The plants spread.

Spring hills can be seen.

The God with white tentacles embraces the sky.

The azure Ring of Time flickers on his forefinger, his eyes filled with enlightenment, gazing at the "pudding" on the ground.

The river of time winds past him, his forehead, shoulders, and fingertips, touched by countless surfaces as though reflecting many Originals.

The entire civilization seems to topple and be reborn in disassociation.

Under the white-feather-like tentacles, the youth's face presents a marble hue. No one would think that his age is even lesser than any fleeting era.

This is an indescribable beauty, an awe-striking visualization of an entire civilization, countless eras transformed into a picture scroll.

As if dreams and reality were intermingling, the phantoms of eras fracturing, flowing, traveling together.

And he blinked and smiled slightly.

It turns out, 'you' can be anyone.

No one contributed nothing to this odyssey, even if 'you', as ordinary as anyone, lived a lifetime, you gave a thousand year Ark its emotional fuel.

The countless 'us' born in this world, the countless 'us' living through lives, the accumulated emotions passing down generations...

Let 'your' bones build up, ending at 'ten thousand' ways returning...

...

Holy.

Holy...

...

[It seems he understands,]

[He knows why the divine fire burns on Mount Olympus,]

[Not for one person to defeat another, but to seize the chance to show the Gods human resilience. Fated limitations may last forever, but an unyielding challenge cannot be absent for even a moment.]

[——"Me and the Earth Altar"]

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