Morning.

Capital City, Xinyi Royal Mansion.

The Sword Fairy was swiftly awakened from her cozy bed—her sword sheath.

In her drowsiness, she mumbled, "Stop it, I have no classes today."

Jian Xin sighed, "It's time for an audience with the Holy Emperor."

The Sword Fairy was still groggy, so Jian Xin directly took up his sword and went out.

Divine Craftsmen like Xinyi Baisan, various Professionals, and even teams from other continents were all dressed formally and solemnly, waiting in anticipation.

For most High Tier Professionals, this was also the first time in their lives to personally meet the Saint.

They grew up listening to stories about this figure but never thought they'd have a day to see him with their own eyes.

They felt proud to contribute their knowledge to this mythical human pinnacle in history, with a sense of dying without regret.

No one spoke, all very nervous, as they headed to the Imperial Palace.

Entering through the gate.

"Please follow me, everyone."

They quickly passed through the grand corridors of the splendid Imperial Palace under the lead of an attendant.

Though the palace was luxurious, each Cultivator facing the Saint had an extraordinary background, naturally not showing the shock of a country bumpkin.

The only one in awe was the Sword Fairy.

This part of the story is just too cool; she had learned a lot these days with the Divine Craftsmen. This turn of the tiles—isn't this the material for a Divine Weapon?

But to maintain her coolness, she refrained from exclaiming, displaying a solemn and serious expression.

Although, as a sword, she didn't have much of a face to show anyone.

Arriving at the hall door.

"Enter."

A simple voice carried an endless depth and ancient feeling, like the Eternal Sun and Moon surrounded by galaxies.

Entering the grand hall.

The surrounding walls were colored murals.

Mighty ancient figures appeared and surged on the colorful mural walls of the palace, exuding an endless sense of desolation and heaviness.

The murals depicted dozens of Saints from successive previous dynasties, as well as Saints from eras even further back.

Should the current Saint fall, their figure would also enter this mural.

Here.

This was the ancient capital of successive generations.

The Saints throughout the long history, who governed and suppressed an era, all becoming the most terrifying existences of this world after death.

It is no exaggeration to say, this painted wall suppressing them is undoubtedly the most precious Supreme Treasure in human history.

The Sword Fairy witnessed a shocking scene.

Further along the mural, she saw some ancient human types with distinctly different statures, hunched backs, and thick hairy bodies.

The forms of the Dynasty Saints seemed like a history of human evolution, and further back Saints were no longer human.

But various Dragons, Qilins, and other animals.

That was the despairing Barbaric Tribe era for humanity when people lived in caves, ruled by Ancient Fierce Beasts, in humanity's most oppressive ancient times.

And this mural, its history broken and intermittent.

It seemed like a third of the figures were missing, leaving a blank space.

This extraordinary mural was known only to a few at the pinnacle of the world.

This palace, suppressing the past's supreme heroes and the epics of myth, is named the "Chronicles of Time."

Recording humanity, through the conquests of time, having already sat across from those Innate Divine Beasts, Dragons, Qilins... claiming themselves as the Ancient Gods.

At the center surrounded by colorful historical murals was the throne.

A lean figure, always with a calm and ancient expression.

Wrapped in a black Dragon Robe, exuding intense pressure, awe-inspiring and solemn, with both hands pressing on the Throne.

This was both an Imperial Palace and the Imperial Mausoleum of successive generations. The Saint on the throne was like a hero besieged by countless murals of Ancient Saints.

The thick aura made everyone feel a murderous chill pressing down the entire palace.

The current Saint suppresses those mighty and terrifying Ancient Great Demons.

No one knows how powerful those ancient Saints were.

Nor would anyone wish to witness their strength firsthand.

"Greetings, Saint!"

"Greetings, Saint!"

They couldn't help but look up, at that mythical figure that shook the universe.

As if standing as a reef in the mighty tides of history for hundreds of thousands of years.

Even as the seasons turn, the rise and fall of the mighty and heroes, as graves merge into the tides of history behind, that reef remains silent facing the historical torrent, as humanity's supreme barrier, carrying the burden for humanity.

"That is..." The Sword Fairy looked up, her voice unconsciously filled with reverence, looking at this greatest sage in human history, unrivaled.

Because he achieved what those past sages had never accomplished.

Opening the era of the Postnatal Spiritual Root, the unprecedented prosperity where mortals began refining techniques.

In the sincerity of everyone's salute, this Saint slowly raised his hand and blandly ordered: "Time is pressing, you discuss a plan first."

"You may go."

Meeting the Saint was just so simple, without any excessive words.

Soon.

They were arranged into the side hall.

Here, a group of Imperial Physicians and Imperial Divine Craftsmen had long been awaiting.

"You've arrived."

The chief physician smiled, "This is considered the first time in human history of this dynasty for such a large-scale concentrated discussion."

Everyone nodded solemnly.

Countless elites of various professions, human peaks over hundreds of thousands of years.

As long as they hadn't turned entirely to Embers, nearly all were here, or communicating remotely via Communication Token.

This moment, it could be said to be a historic moment for humanity.

Reshaping the Sun and Moon.

It's closely related to the rise and fall of the entire Dynasty.

Even directly affecting whether the chaotic times would begin, or the Dynasty reaching its end!

And today, they will begin to gather all human wisdom, to forge a grand blueprint for the long continuation of humanity.

Everyone present, their actions will be recorded in human history books.

Because everyone present will work together onward from this day, to grasp the reins of human civilization!

This will be a great project!

They are each a screw, a gear in it.

Is it to break through the endless night into the golden dawn, or to move entirely into eternal darkness?

"History is in our hands, where we guide it… everyone knows the mission we carry."

Xinyi Baisan, as the chief Divine Craftsman of Xinyi Continent, said with solemn respect:

"We are going to continue the path our ancestors forged, to create the lasting dream of our predecessors, to establish an Ideal Country."

"The Jiushui Dynasty has surpassed all historical dynasties and has been long-lasting, becoming humanity's hope and shield, a series of walls, protecting the land."

Everyone understood this point, and they began to discuss fervently, attempting to propose their plans.

The golden murals in the palace shimmered like gold.

If successful, they will be the hope of everyone, and will be remembered in history.

They all knew the weight they bore on their shoulders.

"You can communicate now."

At this moment, Jian Xin leaned against the door, looked at those inside who began to discuss passionately, and said calmly, "This place is absolutely safe, the Saint is overseeing everything."

The Sword Fairy was delighted.

Finally, she could contact those ridiculous blacksmiths!

She had held back for so many days!

At last, she could talk with the villa.

"Hello?"

The Sword Fairy cradled the Communication Token, starting the first communication.