In the God Realm, no one ever kept track of the days. A thousand years could pass in the blink of an eye, and there was barely any sense of time slipping away.
Yun Mu sat beneath the Tree of Life, flipping through a report sent up from the lower realm. As he read, the corners of his mouth gradually lifted.
That Douluo Continent below had long since been renamed Douluo Star.
The Hall of the Gods stood at the center of the continent, while Sky City, floating above the clouds, had become the true core of the entire demigod-level plane.
No matter their background, everyone regarded joining the Hall of the Gods as the greatest honor of their lives.
Because everyone knew that every so often, someone from the Hall of the Gods truly ascended. It was no vague legend, but something they could see with their own eyes and touch with their own hands.
Every few years, a silver-white rift would split open above Sky City, and Immortal Spiritual Qi would pour down, carrying those demigod powerhouses whose cultivation had reached the required level to the God Realm.
Creation Academy had also replaced the former Shrek Academy as the number one academy in the world.
It was not merely because its buildings were grand or its teachers formidable. More importantly, the academy preserved insights into the laws left behind by gods.
A wisp of sword intent from the Sword of Life, a leaf from the Tree of Destruction, a spear mark from the Dragon God Spear...
The auras released when those god-level powerhouses cultivated had all been sealed within specialized cultivation rooms, allowing later generations to slowly study and comprehend them.
Occasionally, gods would even descend personally to teach the students.
Tang Wulin went down once every year,