Time Flies
The years stretched on.
On Green Cloud Mountain, spring gave way to autumn, and autumn gave way to spring.
Five generations of mortals had lived through birth, aging, sickness, and death. The tales of immortals in the mountains had become stories told of great-grandfathers who had supposedly seen them.
For more than a century, the weather had been fair and the rains timely, and the mortal world had grown ever more prosperous.
The town beneath the mountain had multiplied several times in population, gradually becoming a city of several hundred thousand people.
Such changes were nothing remarkable in Great Yong or the other nations. Countless new cities had sprung up like mushrooms after rain, only then managing to accommodate the surging population. The private domains once ruled by mountain gods had become little kingdoms, surviving in the cracks between the great nations.
The human race of the Eastern Divine Continent had reached a prosperity unseen since antiquity!
Within Azure Cloud Temple.
Zhou Yi suddenly opened his eyes and withdrew a talisman from his sleeve. After several decades, he finally heard a message from his master.
"Enough merit has been accumulated. The day of ascension is drawing near. Come swiftly to Heaven Mountain!"
"It has finally come..."
Zhou Yi's gaze was deep and distant as he transformed into an escape light and flew toward Heaven Mountain.
Upon reaching the area, he landed outside Black Iron Temple. After announcing his identity and entering, Zhou Yi found that only the Iron Crown Immortal was there.
"Master, how do we take away the merit?"
After Zhou Yi had conferred godhood upon the deities, as the Celestial Court sheltered the hundreds of millions of humans in the Eastern Divine Continent, he had sensed immeasurable merit blessing him. If ordinary people gained such benefits,