"At the end of the martial arts era, in the year 102 of the Heavenly Era, a group of immortals and demons suddenly descended upon the Cloud City. They possessed extraordinary Taoist magic, and martial artists were nothing but paper figurines in front of them. From then on, martial arts lost its meaning..."

In a quaint teahouse, an old white-bearded Taoist gently tapped his folding fan, sighing, "Since then, martial arts has declined, and the martial world has become a thing of the past..."

At this moment, several flying swords sliced through the sky above the distant Cang Mountain.

"Those are the disciples of the Lighthouse Mountain Sect!" someone exclaimed.

It has been ten years since the end of the martial arts era. A decade ago, the sect master Su Xiaobai led his senior disciple Lv Dalv, second disciple Nuo Caomei, and third disciple Mo Xiaoyan to establish the Lighthouse Sect, recruiting righteous individuals to oppose the Demon Sect. To this day, it remains the undisputed first righteous sect.

In the yet-to-be-forgotten historical records, Su Xiaobai was already a legendary navigator a hundred years ago and later became a revered figure of Jianghu. Now, he is the head of the leading righteous sect... truly thought-provoking.

"Is the Lighthouse Mountain Sect seeking an alliance with the Celestial Clan to jointly resist the Demon Race?" people discussed.

"Alas, the Celestial Clan holds themselves in high regard, looking down on even the first sect like the Lighthouse Mountain Sect. Why would they intervene for all living beings..." someone said.

On the street, the Princess Phoenix disguised with a veil overheard the conversation and whispered to her maid, "Let's listen to the storytelling a bit longer."

"Princess, once you have bought the sugar-coated haws, we should return early. You're not a cultivator, what do the Celestial Clan and the Demon Clan have to do with us mortals?" the maid said.

In a direction they couldn't see, a cloaked figure stood quietly in the shadows.

He watched from afar without approaching her. In this lifetime, Yuanyuan was a noble princess, obsessed with embroidery, which she would do for an entire day. Occasionally, she would go out, veiling her face, to eat the best mung bean cake and sugar-coated haws in the Capital City.

He observed her life from afar, not disrupting her happiness. In this life, she still did not remember him, which was for the best. Never meeting from the start might mean no pain of separation. A person is made of memories, experiences, and emotions, and although neither the Thirteenth Mistress nor Princess Phoenix could recall past memories, every moment he spent with them, every life and death parting, was real. It was Yuanyuan's true life as the "Thirteenth Mistress" and the "Princess Phoenix."

She is very happy now, and there's no need for him to intervene anymore.

He understood why there were "Celestial Clan" and "Demon Clan," essentially because the population of the Holy City was too large. The deities had a group of Holy City people possess the bodies in the mortal world, not returning. These individuals, living in the pure environment of the Holy City for a long time, were indeed exceptionally talented, and thus were spontaneously revered as the "Celestial Clan." Interestingly, the "Demon Clan" and "Celestial Clan" were actually the same group of people, except some had weaker resistance and exhibited seemingly evil mutations.

The deities erased the memories of these exiles, and they genuinely believed they were the "Celestial Clan." They began to prohibit intermarriage between immortals and mortals, oppressed the Mortal Clan, unaware that they shared the same ancestor with the Mortal Clan.

The differences among clans often stem from human prejudice. The so-called noble Celestial Clan, evil Demon Clan, and ordinary Mortal Clan are essentially the same in bloodline.

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In the year 115 of the Heavenly Era, Su Ming'an returned to the Holy City because he had a premonition... A hundred years had passed, and even though the principal of the Holy City might live a little longer, it was unlikely to exceed 150 years.

At the bedside of the infirm Li Yuxuan, Su Ming'an stood at the foot, and he lay at the head, young and old separated by an unbridgeable span of years.

"...God... Sir," Li Yuxuan coughed and said, "I thought I would never see you again in this life."

Su Ming'an held his hand, and his expression was like that of someone receiving unexpected favor. From beginning to end, he seemed to always look up to Su Ming'an.

"Did you resolve the conflict with your brother?" Su Ming'an, not knowing what to say, could only bring up matters from long ago.

"No," Li Yuxuan said, "Yang Hao is stubborn, and so am I. It seems we just went astray..."

He spoke for a long time, confiding decades of stories to his deity. Finally, he said quietly:

"God, sir... you will certainly be happy. But the path you walk will be far longer than ours, and the people you have seen far more than we have... But you will be..."

His arm slowly fell, leaving Su Ming'an's hand empty.

He sat quietly for a long time, realizing that from beginning to end, apart from the first sentence, he had said nothing. But it seemed that Li Yuxuan only needed the deity's silent listening.

In the year 115 of the Heavenly Era, the principal Li Yuxuan passed away peacefully at the age of 138.

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When Su Ming'an saw Yi Zhongyu, Yi Zhongyu was sitting high on the city wall, gazing at the distant rolling mountains.

Yi Zhongyu had always been shuttling through different eras, becoming the first Dream Patrol Family guiding the masses. Due to his frequent shuttling, his time frequency was very chaotic, remaining with a youthful appearance, yet his spirit had already worn out.

Yi Zhongyu turned back, his red eyes as vivid as the fiery sunset: "The first Dream Patrol Family... Can I call you this?"

"Yes."

Yi Zhongyu lifted his hands, his index and middle fingers slightly close, as if pinching the sunset: "Can you promise me one thing?"

"What?"

"Play with me one more time... the game," Yi Zhongyu said, "People say I'm the best Dream Patrol Family, but I know that I'm just good at playing games. In peaceful times, I might have been a professional gamer."

"You can only live a few more days. Stop playing Dream Patrol games; your spirit's wear is due to them," Su Ming'an said.

"But..." Yi Zhongyu lowered his head, thinking for a moment, "the games are fun."

That was the only reason.

Su Ming'an and he put on the Dream Patrol helmet, activating "The Cat and Her" for the last time, turning into cats roaming through the city, sneaking past ghosts, dodging... Yi Zhongyu's red pupils glowed faintly, seemingly genuinely immersed in the joy of the game, enjoying pure happiness, unconcerned with dream patrols, destiny, responsibility, or duty... it seemed outside his considerations.

Treating the world's responsibilities as a game, playing games for a lifetime until his spirit wore out... he was indeed a pure "e-sports player."

At the moment of victory interface settlement, it was silent beside Su Ming'an.

Su Ming'an silently removed the Dream Patrol helmet, suddenly recalling the opening of The First Tower, when Yi Zhongyu voluntarily gave up his flesh for props. People like them never really cared about themselves.

In the year 116 of the Heavenly Era, principal Yi Zhongyu died from spirit wear, at the age of 133.

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"It will not... end..." Eyes closed before Su Ming'an.

In the year 118 of the Heavenly Era, the principal Shangqing died of severe injuries, at the age of 154.

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"You must be happy, be happy..." The irises at the window withered away.

In the year 119 of the Heavenly Era, the principal Zhai Zi passed away peacefully, at the age of 152.

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"You will prevail, bringing light to those who follow." The pen on the table left its last trace.

Heavenly Era, Year 120, the Principal, Xia Jiawen, died of spirit contamination at the age of 147.

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Heavenly Era, Year 121, except for Chao Yan, the Deity, and Su Luoluo, the other members of the Twelve Principals were no more. The term "Twelve Principals" became history.

Su Ming'an stood in the sunlight, standing for a long time.

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Heavenly Era, Year 132, a rouge shop opened in the Capital City, selling makeup that the world had never seen.

Heavenly Era, Year 133, it was discovered that the owner of the rouge shop was actually the legitimate daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion disguised as a man. Since childhood, her father showed her no love, and her mother did not care for her. Betrayed by her stepsister, she fell into the water. Upon waking, her sharp intellect emerged, selling rouge and providing a formula for a soup base called "hot pot," earning her great wealth. Such wisdom and intelligence attracted the heir of the Demon Race, and the two secretly pledged their lives together.

Who knew the Celestial Clan would reveal that this young lady was actually a lost bloodline of their clan, making the marriage between the Celestial and the Demon absolutely forbidden.

Then, an absurd event unfolded—the heir of the Demon Race did not consider the world's affairs and directly declared war on the Celestial Clan. A grand war between the Celestial and the Demon began.

Innocent mortals were swept in, causing rivers of blood and devastation. The Demon Race thrived on explosive growth by absorbing life, while the Celestial Clan incited great battles. All of this was just to fulfill the stirring celestial-demon romance, proving they were undaunted by worldly matters in their love.

At this point, the Taoist prodigy Xiao Ying broke onto the scene, becoming a pillar of protection for mortals in the Celestial-Demon war.

Heavenly Era, Year 170, corpses floated for miles, the cities were empty. Su Ming'an, returning from the Holy City, witnessed such a tragic spectacle.

Before him, the Celestial and Demon stood in opposition. The first disciple of the Lighthouse Church, Lv Dalv, scolded the daughter of the Celestial Clan: "Your love is more important than worldly matters! Even if you pursue freedom, why must innocent citizens be dragged into it, can't you be more patient!"

The daughter of the Celestial Clan ignored him, only cutting off her hair to sever the bond with the Demon King, tearfully trembling as she said: "In this case... it seems... I was wrong... from henceforth, I sever ties and part ways with you forever..."

They gazed tenderly at each other, as if time froze at that moment, and the mountain of corpses and sea of blood beneath them became nothing but a backdrop.

When the daughter of the Celestial Clan turned to see Su Ming'an, her eyes suddenly brightened, and she exclaimed: "Lighthouse Sect Master Xiao Bai, you have existed for over a hundred years, even before the Immortal Dao, why have you lived for two hundred years? Surely it's you..." She presented her prepared accusations, framing Su Ming'an as the source of the Demon Sect, claiming her lover was innocent.

Under the doubts and accusations of the people, Su Ming'an didn't even show a smile.

"You say the world is full of evil, everyone blocks your love, but..." Su Ming'an looked towards the Capital City, where Princess Feng Yuan's palace had burned to ashes, forcing her to seek protection with the Lighthouse Mountain Sect: "What wrong have the young innocents done, what wrong have all living beings done."

"What are you arguing about? You've lived so long because you absorbed many lives; you are the source of the Demon Race." The companions of the daughter of the Celestial Clan accused.

Unexpectedly, Su Ming'an raised his hand.

"...Deity, it was your exile in the Heavenly Era year 103 that let the 'Celestial Clan' and 'Demon Race' emerge in the world, causing endless human conflict. Yet, the Holy City's interference in the mortal world was entirely unnecessary. I've felt the causal lines on me starting to tremble, we still need to continue erasing the marks of the past. The current extent... is still not enough."

Under the shocked gazes of the people, light descended from the sky. For seventy years, the Lighthouse Sect Master, who had never displayed his power, now had the image of a Deity appear behind him.

"From now on, the Holy City will no longer interfere with the surface's development, I will only act through the oracle," the Deity said indifferently.

"It should be so." Su Ming'an did not look at the crowd's shocked expressions.

Thus, Heavenly Era, year 171, the Immortal Xia Era ended by the hand of the Deity.

This was the only era not ended by humanity itself but rather spiraling into madness from development, prompting divine intervention to forcibly conclude it. The Lighthouse Sect Master killed the two of the Celestial-Demon romance who caused the mountains of corpses and rivers of blood, executing all grave sinners.

It was a bloody end.

To avoid returning to such an extreme state of collapse, all old traces were wiped away, including the rampant spiritual energy and lethal Taoist methods, as well as the legends of the Celestial and Demon Clans.

The term "Heavenly Era" ceased to appear.

Replaced by a new era term——

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——Old Days.

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Old Days Year 1, the Taoist prodigy Xiao Ying self-destructed and died, staring at Xiao Bai till his end, as if remembering him for the next life.

Old Days Year 0 - Old Days Year 87, the development period. All living beings scattered and chaotic, with no distinct era characteristics.

Old Days Year 87 - Old Days Year 213, the Primitive Age. The Eastern Continent used stone tools and fire, men farmed, women weaved, as if witnessing the birth of a new civilization.

However, people often carved statues on stones, and in ruins, they found some ambiguous ancient books. They recorded... a young man with black hair and black eyes, the era destroyer of a century ago, who personally ravaged history and erased the past.

People did not know why he did it, nor where he was. But through word of mouth, they gave him a new title——

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[Destroyer of the Era,]

[Evil God Xiao Bai.]

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[Information from year 100: Besides the player's promotion path, the promotion of special identities is also an ascending channel.]

[Information from year 125: The Eleventh World is an instance of inter-species competition, with evident racial prejudices. For example, the Merfolk reject the Mechanical Race that pollutes the sea, the Qing Zhu Clan dismisses the Gnomes living in forests. It is recommended that companions choose different races for mutual assistance.]

[Information from year 150: The interests of the Organizers may not align with the World Game.]

[Information from year 175: The Eleventh World is a multi-faction role-playing instance with nine major stances: Order Good, Order Neutral, Order Chaos, Neutral Good, Absolute Neutral, Neutral Chaos, Chaotic Good, Chaotic Neutral, Chaotic Evil. Factions are mostly determined by race and affect your initial favorability and cooperation success rate with outsiders.]

[Information from year 200: Do not easily trust the promises of the Organizers, without a wager, their words are not unexchangeable truths.]

[Information from year 225: Pay attention to your Luck Value, many of your actions will be influenced by the dice.]

[Information from year 250: The World Game may just be a tool, perhaps an independent consciousness, or maybe a trap.]

[Information from year 275: Looking in the mirror can help you discover many interesting things.]

[Information from year 300: I am partial to you.]

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