Rewriting the Years

When he fell from the hyper-dimensional level, waves of clamor reached him from all around.

It was nighttime. Stars and moon shone bright and splendid overhead, and the air was steeped in an atmosphere of peace.

The square teemed with people. Not far away, the enormous statue of Cang stood with its lines sharply defined and not at all weathered, clearly cleaned and maintained often.

This was Moyun City—Moyun City in the instant before the apocalypse arrived.

After Zhao Cheng cleaved the apocalypse apart with his sword, the timeline had rolled back to this point as well. The reason was simple: for the world, this was the most power-efficient approach.

Otherwise, correcting more than a century of blank space would have required an immeasurable expenditure of power. The will of the world possessed no Wisdom, only instinct, and so it would only choose the optimal solution.

But this caused one of Zhao Cheng's little plans to fall through. He had originally thought that the century-long blank period held great potential.

Before Cang chose to attain the King of the Era, Zhao Cheng had taught him the One Origin Aperture-Fixing Chapter while simultaneously using the power of starfire to interfere with time and space. Cang had successfully cultivated that method.

Zhao Cheng had thought that, with that method, Cang should have had no problem living to three hundred—perhaps even longer. By then, with nearly a hundred years at the beginning and more than a hundred years afterward, two hundred years in total, Cang's Wisdom combined with the Wisdom of an entire civilization should have produced some results even if they could not deduce the road ahead.

Then it would have been a direct win-win. He alone would win twice.

Now, naturally, it was somewhat lacking. After all, a century of development