Oh no! My grandmother made me shoulder the responsibility for eight households!

Chapter 571 Annual Changes in the External Environment

The cultivation levels of the leaders of various factions are also rapidly increasing.

Zhang Yiyuan stood on the city wall of Tianyuan City, his white hair fluttering in the wind, his eyes like lightning.

"I've reached the late stage of the True Lord realm." He touched his white hair. "I never thought this old man would have such a day."

"Old Zhang! Old Zhang! What are you doing standing so high up there, trying to look cool? Come down and have some tea!"

Long Zaitian shouted at the top of his lungs below the city gate, his voice booming like thunder, causing several tiles to fall down.

Zhang Yiyuan glanced back at him, then slowly floated down from the city wall, his white hair swaying in the wind.

The moment his feet touched the ground, Long Zaitian came over, circled him twice, and smacked his lips:

"Tsk, he's reached the late stage of True Monarch, his aura is truly different!"

Your hair used to be as white as a wilted eggplant, but now that it's white, it actually gives you an ethereal look.

"Don't give me that." Zhang Yiyuan smoothed his long hair.

"I've lived to such an old age, and I never imagined that I could climb to the late stage of True Lord in just ten years."

"Who isn't?" Long Zaitian plopped down on the stone bench, crossing his legs.

"Back then, I had already decided to become a salted fish. I never imagined I would live for another three thousand years."

As the two were arguing, a sword light slashed from afar, landing and transforming into a human shape.

Jiang Xuan, dressed in a white robe, clenched his right fist in the sunlight, and his knuckles cracked twice.

He walked over, and without saying a word, poured himself a cup of tea and took a sip.

"Old Jiang, you've broken through too?" Long Zaitian raised an eyebrow.

"What a stroke of luck!" Jiang Xuan took a sip of tea, his expression calm, but the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"Fellow Daoists are all here!" An aged voice floated down from mid-air.

Qingyunzi landed on a cloud, his newly grown white beard even thicker than the one from ten years ago, swaying in the wind, looking just like an old man who had come to life.

He sat down on the stone bench and flicked his sleeve:

"I, Qingyunzi, have lived for over two thousand years, and this is the first time I've felt that life is becoming more and more hopeful..."

Before they had even finished their tea, two sword lights shot into the sky from the direction of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion, clashing together more than a hundred times in mid-air, their sword energy slicing the clouds overhead into a fishing net.

Sword Gentleman sheathed his sword and landed calmly. Sword Thirteen followed from behind, a smile on his lips.

"You two fight every day, don't you get tired of it?" Zhang Yiyuan said without turning his head.

"Not greasy at all!" Jian Shisan plopped down on the stone bench.

"My senior brother and I are making friends through swordsmanship. We finally got to spar, so we had to practice properly. In the past, I wouldn't have dared to take a single sword strike from him."

"Bullshit." The Sword Gentleman rarely swore.

"If it weren't for Young Master Lin bestowing upon you a True Monarch Pill, would you dare to take a single blow from my sword?"

"If I remember correctly, I just received over a hundred hits."

"..."

Everyone burst into laughter. A maid came up with fresh tea to replace it, but she slipped and almost fell.

Abbot Xuanci walked slowly from a distance, his aura of Buddha light much brighter than it had been ten years ago.

"Amitabha." Xuan Ci put his hands together in prayer. "Everyone is here, it's quite lively."

"Master, you've come at the perfect time." Qingyunzi beckoned, "Come and sit down. Today we won't talk about Buddhism, let's talk about something mundane."

Xuan Ci smiled and sat down beside him.

His aura was so strong that it brightened wherever he sat; Long Zaitian shifted his position slightly to the side.

"Master, can you stop pretending like that? It's blinding."

"You flatter me, Benefactor Long."

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The emperors of the four great dynasties of Zhongzhou—Da Zhou, Da Xia, Da Qin, and Da Shang—along with the rulers of the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom of the Southern Wilderness, the Flame Empress of the Northern Desert, and the Golden Sand Kingdom of the Western Continent, have all broken through to the True Lord level.

Standing atop their respective palaces or city towers, they were all powerful rulers, exuding an aura of authority.

The elders of the sect and the patrons of the nation all advanced to a new level in their cultivation.

Celestial beings are everywhere, while earthly immortals are no better than dogs.

This statement is not an exaggeration at all.

In the past, a celestial being could be called an ancestor or a lineage master, but now one can only keep a low profile, because you can hit three celestial beings by throwing a brick on the street.

Guan Yu's Green Dragon Crescent Blade stood in the courtyard, its blade still radiating a lingering aura that even Zhenjun dared not approach.

Zhuge Liang, a celestial being, stood atop the Tower of Babel, waving his feather fan, strategizing for the world, his eyes deep and profound.

Yuan Tiangang kept his hands tucked into his sleeves, remaining calm and composed.

The compass in Li Chunfeng's hand spun rapidly.

Zhao Zilong's silver armor and silver spear gleamed in the sunlight.

Dugu Qiubai closed his eyes, just like an ordinary person.

Lu Bu stood beneath the Tower of Babel, halberd in hand, like a god of war.

If it weren't for the decline of the will of heaven and earth, his true cultivation at the peak of the Saint Venerable realm could have advanced even further.

With his medical skills combined with his celestial cultivation, Hua Tuo could easily heal the wounded.

Having broken through to the Celestial Immortal realm, Jing Ke's movement techniques became even more unpredictable, appearing and disappearing without a trace.

With his celestial cultivation level, Dongfang Bai's sword became even faster, so fast that it was invisible to the naked eye.

The level of experts across the entire continent has risen to a new level.

The Tower of Babel has changed.

When Lin Chen emerged from seclusion for the second time, he stood atop the tower and looked down to find the area below already teeming with people.

"We need to build a city," he said to Zhuge Liang.

Zhuge Liang waved his feather fan and asked, "How big should it be?"

"It can accommodate tens of millions of cultivators."

Zhuge Liang nodded and turned to look for Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng.

The three of them huddled together and whispered for three days, and the planning map was finally completed.

Lin Chen convened the Human Council, which passed a resolution to entrust the matter to Zhuge Liang and two others, with other forces providing assistance, while he himself remained a hands-off manager.

Every street in the city was carefully planned, its width just wide enough for four spirit beast carriages to travel side by side.

Each bridge has a spirit-gathering array carved beneath it, so that the water flowing over it carries spiritual energy.

Each house has earthquake-resistant talismans embedded in its walls; as long as the True Lord doesn't tear off the roof during a fight, the house won't collapse.

Shops, restaurants, inns, teahouses, pawnshops, pharmacies, weapon shops, and elixir shops—you name it, they have it.

The monks traded, exchanged ideas, honed their skills, and lived here.

Ordinary people are almost nonexistent—those who can move in are either relatives of important figures or family members of important figures.

This city is called Tongtian City.

Lin Chen is undoubtedly the rightful city lord.

A statue of Lin Chen, ninety feet tall, stands in front of the Tower of Babel. It was erected by various forces in conjunction with Zhuge Liang and others, who carried Lin Chen on their backs.

When Lin Chen came out of seclusion and met her, she was a little uncomfortable, but she was secretly pleased with herself.

Everyone in the city knew that Lin Chen lived at the top of the Tower of Babel, overlooking the entire city and the entire continent.

They knew that Lin Chen was the number one person in the world, capable of killing a Saint Venerable with a single palm strike.

They also knew that Lin Chen was the most romantic man in the world, with dozens of wives at home and 100,000 girls in Hehuan Valley waiting for his favor.

Women all over the mainland blush and their hearts race when Lin Chen is mentioned.

But they didn't hate Lin Chen; they couldn't bring themselves to.

Because Lin Chen gave them a way to survive, gave them hope, and gave them a future.

Therefore, they respect Lin Chen and admire him.

When Lin Chen comes out of seclusion, he will also stroll around the streets.

Wherever he went, everyone would stop and bow in his direction.

"Young Master Lin."

"City Lord."

"Master Lin."

Lin Chen waved his hand, indicating that they didn't need to be so polite.

But no one dared not to pay their respects or bother them.

Once Lin Chen had walked away, the crowd behind him began to move again, like the melting of a frozen river.