Thirty years later.
"I have already made all the necessary arrangements."
"Over the coming years, the five continents will slowly draw together, and the World Spiritual Energy of the Chang Sheng Epoch will gradually recover."
"I'll leave the reconstruction of the Chang Sheng Epoch to you!"
Faced with Chen Changsheng's instructions, Nalan Fuguang nodded slightly. "Fuguang will certainly not fail you, sir."
Looking at Nalan Fuguang before him, Chen Changsheng pursed his lips. "As for inheritance, what Xu Qianzhui left behind is comprehensive enough. I won't be giving you anything else."
"After thinking it over these past few days, I decided to give you a magical treasure instead. I hope you won't find it beneath you."
As he spoke, Chen Changsheng took out a ruler and handed it over.
Looking at the ruler in his hand, Nalan Fuguang said in surprise, "Is this his ruler?"
"Scholar's ruler was destroyed when he fought Old Man Yao."
More than two hundred thousand years ago, when Netherworld Forest took human form, it gave me another piece of its origin wood."
"I originally intended to use it to forge an Imperial weapon, but I never found the right direction."
"But now that I have met you, I suddenly understand why fate delivered this thing into my hands."
"The same material, the same design—it can be considered a way of settling one of my regrets."
Hearing this, Nalan Fuguang smiled. "Thank you for bestowing this treasure upon me, sir. Fuguang will cherish it."
"I'm leaving. I still have many things to do."
"Once I've dealt with those Four Madmen, I'll return and drink with you."
With that, Chen Changsheng led Xiao Hei away into the distance.
Yet after only a few steps, Chen Changsheng could not help turning back to look at Nalan Fuguang.
"This