Fang Yu's departure from the Dou Qi Continent was, to its people, like the lifting of a lingering shadow—or perhaps the disappearance of a guardian deity.
After all, though they had lived under Fang Yu's oppression, they had never needed to worry that the Dou Qi Continent would be destroyed, because Fang Yu would protect it. But after Fang Yu left, they realized that the Dou Qi Continent lacked a force capable of truly controlling everything.
Still, with the safeguards Fang Yu had left behind, they would not fall into any crisis. For the entire Dou Qi Continent, this could be considered a good thing. After Fang Yu's departure, the continent went through a relatively peaceful period.
As for what the future held, that would depend on what achievements those few who had ascended could attain.
As for Fang Yu, he had become a prince of a nation. This nation was not particularly powerful, merely a lower-tier kingdom—a lower-tier commandery kingdom called the Yunwu Commandery Kingdom.
His status as a prince was not particularly high. He was merely the Sixth Prince. His position within the nation was neither high nor low. High because he was a prince of the kingdom, low because he was not among the strongest people in the kingdom and could only be regarded as someone with a certain degree of status. Under such circumstances, the nation's future was easy enough to imagine; it naturally would not amount to much. At this moment, however, something significant had happened in the royal palace. Besides him, there was another person who had transmigrated here. Though perhaps that was not quite accurate, since this transmigrator had come from eight hundred years ago, rather than the present.
Fang Yu merely smiled at this younger brother who had transmigrated here and said