Thousand Years Later
A thousand years later.
The Wangu Domain had fully taken shape.
The Wangu Realm stood at the center, with the various major planes scattered around it, forming ring after ring.
To distinguish them, Jun Changxiao divided them into tiers, from level one to level nine. The lower the number, the lower the level; the higher the number, the higher the level.
For example, the outermost ones were unquestionably level-one planes.
There was no helping it.
They were all continents that had migrated from the Lower Realm. Since they had not started from the same starting line, they could naturally only rank at the bottom.
Jun Changxiao made full use of the Cosmic Origin Tree to link every plane in the Wangu Domain together, setting a certain degree of Heaven and Earth Attributes within each ring.
If low-level planes developed in the future, they would qualify to enter higher regions and enjoy better treatment.
Of course.
If high-level planes failed to strive for progress, they would naturally be pushed toward the margins.
This policy seemed somewhat cruel, but Jun Changxiao had to implement it. If planes and martial artists wanted to grow stronger, they needed sufficient motivation.
He even established rules allowing the various planes to wage war against one another.
Rather than raise them as flowers and grass in a greenhouse, it was better to let them weather wind and rain.
"And then?"
"That's all."
"..."
Young Master Yuan's mouth twitched. "Sect Master, if you let the major planes attack one another and plunder at will, the Wangu Domain's system will collapse sooner or later."
"That's something for the future. It has nothing to do with me," Jun Changxiao said.
"..."
He was, after all, the creator of the Wangu Domain. Wasn't this far too irresponsible?
"No."