Time flew by; a thousand years were no more than a page in the history books.
Under Tu Hu's watch, the Rongling Race had passed through seventeen generations since entering the Twin Cities Era.
The torrent of history surged forward, leaving behind countless stories worth remembering.
During this period, Rongling civilization had explored the boundaries of the world and become its undisputed master.
Other races called it the Rongling Empire.
"Leap City," at the heart of New Star Valley, had long since become unrecognizable.
Energy tracks in the city formed a neural network woven from light, reaching into the clouds and connecting the districts suspended in the sky.
Anti-gravity vehicles silently darted through transparent tubes like fish in water.
The Guardian-series armor, which Tu Hu had once personally overseen the construction of, was now a museum exhibit. In its place stood spirit-energy constructs, perfectly integrated with life energy, linked to their wearers' nerves, and controlled by thought.
Mingji City, at the other end of the realm, had become the sacred land of Rongling civilization.
Every day, clansfolk from far and wide came to pay their respects in the square before the Hall of Heroes.
The statues of the first-generation leaders gleamed from constant polishing. As civilization expanded, the names of those who came after them were solemnly added to the Hall's luminous stone monuments. Every brick and tile here told a story of history, reminding each visitor where Rongling civilization had come from.
Jing Si, Tie Xin, Xun Ying... The names of those who had stood shoulder to shoulder with Tu Hu to usher in a new era had long since become shining stars in history textbooks.
Their spirit had become the foundation on which civilization advanced, passed down and carried forward by generation after generation of new leaders.
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