Crimson lines converged in the city center, laid out in plain sight. The Black Robe leader watched the gawking crowd and gave a cold smile.
These lines were only a small part of it. The real pattern had long been buried beneath the city.
What they were doing now was merely surface work.
Once enough lines had been drawn, the crimson glow sank into the earth.
The Black Robes began to leave. Bringing back the Old Ones was no simple matter. They needed enough power to shake Space-Time and serve as a beacon.
The Old Ones all existed in past timelines.
They were not dead. They simply did not know how to return, lost in the past—or rather, forgotten there.
The city seemed unchanged. Yet from time to time, members of the Church of the Old Days left strange marks in hidden corners throughout it.
Time passed.
Night fell.
Su Ye spent the day in his territory trying to sort out his powers. And then... well, there was no then. It was too hard. He had no idea how to solve this problem.
"Forget it. Let's have the banquet first." Su Ye thought it over. He could take his time. Building a complete system was no simple task.
Tomorrow, he would visit the Number One Forbidden Zone and look through its records. Perhaps he would find something to copy—ahem, draw inspiration from.
How could a cultured man call that copying?
Bonfires flared across the territory. Su Ye picked up a drink with a smile, and the banquet began.
Upon the Monument of Immortality:
``` [Emperor Calendar, night. The emperor's debauchery needs no elaboration. Day and night, the banquets never cease, and he forever finds excuses for his behavior. Creating a new system is undoubtedly difficult, but is it truly so