Levant, Year 755; Intermission Year 1835.
If not for that one thing that happened this year, it should have been an ordinary year.
Rus Wang and his son were researching how to build a new Divine Realm, while the Elves and the Dragon Race worked together to develop the Zheer Continent and explore the stars.
The Dragon Clan Committee and the Ferocious Beasts had stationed observers in Dragon Valley Forest to keep a constant eye on the Star Luo People. If they ever reached into Dragon Valley Forest, they were to be taken out immediately.
Meanwhile, the Grey Feather Division secretly gathered information on the various human factions. From time to time, they even performed autopsies on Tang Sect members who couldn't beat their undercover agents and, before getting killed, still tried to place bets on the outcome, just to see what their brains looked like.
"The Elves have passed two hundred million? Mm, very good, very good. The population is growing, and so is the number of new births. That's a good thing."
Rus Wang sat on the throne in the Throne Hall, reviewing the annual report submitted by the prime minister at the time. He was extremely pleased with it.
In recent years, ever since he became the Lord of Blades, the kingdom had been making rapid progress in every area.
A permanent habitat at L4 in space, a permanent experimental base on the moon, nuclear power plants on land, and the successful construction of the High-Concentration Cultivation Tower. Then there was the Dragon Ascension Pillar, which used his blood to raise and regulate the purity of his younger sister's bloodline. It was a period of explosive development across the board.
Knock, knock. Someone rapped on the doors of the Throne Hall.
"Come in."
It was his