When the carnivores in the forests grew too powerful, the herbivores would dwindle sharply.
When there were too many big fish in the lakes and seas, the small fish would disappear.
With Luo Ling seated in the mortal world, the entire world had stopped moving forward.
With his passing, Ji Zhao could clearly feel an endless stream of vitality nourishing the world itself. The most obvious sign was that the world's rules were becoming ever more numerous and intricate, increasing by almost thirty percent in a very short time. An increase of this magnitude had even prompted warnings from the system.
[Esteemed master, the world's rules are undergoing drastic changes and continuous refinement. Calculating the impact on your clan.]
Luo Ling's influence had done more than suppress changes in the world. As someone surrounded by countless supernatural phenomena, he would have an immeasurable impact on the world's formation.
Ji Zhao watched as a mid-level rule extending from a foundational rule produced a phantom of an ancient divine beast, only for another, utterly fundamental rule to blast it into dust and ashes. Only a tiny residue remained to influence the world. This put Ji Zhao somewhat at ease. Even with a few supernatural elements, this was at least still a materialist, serious, real world, rather than a world of myth.
There was a vast difference between supernatural phenomena and mythology. A touch of the supernatural made the world more magnificent and strange: the Nine Tripods, which could not be moved without the Mandate of Heaven; the He Shi Bi, which shone forever; the profoundly mysterious Mandate of Heaven; the elusive fortune of nations, and so on. Despite these things, people still played an enormous role. But once it became a world of myth, the role of the great majority