When Su Ming'an returned to the world, his original room had disappeared, replaced by the encroaching darkness from afar.

—What is that?

As he ascended to the rooftop, destruction had already begun.

The distance to the starry sky was too close… it turned out Dieying was officially invading. During the fourth world game, someone made a wish favorable to Dieying. Judging by the time, Dieying should have been waiting for this moment.

Dreamlike colors floated in the starry sky, black mist surged toward the world, engulfing, covering, flooding… fissures spread across the ground, the entire world cried out in lament.

The destruction wrought by the High-dimensional beings made humans seem like ants in comparison.

—Until a voice, carrying laughter, arose:

"Su Ming'an."

A blue figure appeared beside him, deliberately standing alongside him to overlook this grand destruction. If this were not destruction, such a scene of stars flickering across the world might be deemed beautiful.

"Civilization is like a ship of light in the cosmos; to sink one is of no consequence." Dieying's starry sea-like deep blue eyes stared deeply at Su Ming'an:

"At this very moment as we speak, my black mist has already covered 16% of the land. Just need a quiet waiting for a while, and it will all be over. Stand here with me and enjoy this scenery—you said a millennium ago it was just a simulation, so even if it's destroyed, it's merely an illusion from The Third Tower, right?"

Su Ming'an slightly furrowed his brow.

No, that's not right.

…Was it really just a simulation? He was starting to have doubts…

The dawn at the edge of the sky lost its brilliance, as if a black hand had strangled the world.

Su Ming'an took a step forward, his shoulder tightly held by Dieying—always lurking above the starry sky, Dieying finally could meddle in this world. For the first time, it launched a direct attack on him. This had never happened before.

"Stay here." Dieying's fingers were like iron clamps, though spoken with a calm and gentle tone, the words were indisputable:

"—Your future self is in Nine Serenities, controlled by me. Your present self is here, unable to leave me."

"This way, it's perfect."

"What other cards do you have, Su Ming'an?"

Upon hearing this, Su Ming'an merely smiled lightly: "Cards, of course I have some. Just waiting for you to make a move."

People had already prepared.

Since sixty years ago when Dieying appeared, Chao Yan and General Qin…had begun planning long ago.

The ark bearing the entire civilization, at this apocalyptic moment, could finally set sail. The epic forged by human wisdom, a loop of history…just at this time.

"Du." Su Ming'an said: "Broadcast to the whole world—officially commence the Millennial Plan."

His watch flickered briefly, and the message was quickly communicated.

In the next moment, a pristine white figure appeared in the sky.

—It was Deity.

Turns out Deity was the first to act when the Millennial Plan began—Deity was also a "Principal" of the Millennial Plan.

"Should I start?" Deity asked Su Ming'an.

"Begin." Su Ming'an answered.

Come, let me see.

The so-called Millennial Plan—that lengthy and weighty Millennial Plan—your full picture.

Deity raised both hands.

—As if heralding the beginning of a civilization's voyage.

At this moment, threadlike strands appeared in the world, like slivers of Blade Edges, silently, piercing the earth, as if cutting it downward using the land as a pudding.

Su Ming'an was dragged to raise his hand, and between his fingers—the time authority radiating fluorescent light, drew him to fly up toward the sky.

Dieying immediately reached out to grab Su Ming'an, but Deity threw a golden banana.

—It was really a banana.

Upon contacting the star sea enveloping Dieying, the star sea was instantly compressed, even squeezing Dieying back into the high altitude. This absurd scene accompanied by Dieying's soft hum provided an explanation:

…

"…The Republic?"

…

[The girl's eyes brightened slightly: "By the way, you haven't given a name to the shield we painstakingly created that separates us from the High-dimensional beings, which is really amazing. What do you want to call it?"]

[I laughed: "Name it—'The Republic'."]

…

Su Ming'an did not know what mood Chao Yan was in to decide The Republic should take the form of a banana—this was unimportant. When the banana fell to the ground, it quickly spread—covering this building, covering the surrounding structures, covering the distant greenbelt…

In an instant, a shield spanned the sky, it was not huge, it only covered the size of a city.

At this point, Chao Yan finally ran up, her ponytail swaying in the gradually emerging orange-yellow Dawn, like a ripening citrus. Behind her—were more people. Participants of the second world game: General Qin. Participants of the third world game: Li Mingyue, Xiao Ying, Zhai Xing, Shangqing…their figures nearly overlapped, climbing from the small opening to the rooftop,

Seeing them, Su Ming'an understood, all the Principals were ready. Even if the fourth world game started without warning, they did not panic. After all, some people from the start of their lives—had always been preparing for this day.

The Millennial Plan was grand and complex, each person only knew the part they were responsible for, but on the day it truly happened—no one was flustered.

Deity approached Su Ming'an. In the past, their distance was so far, almost as life-and-death enemies. Now, so close.

God's actions have always been to advance to this moment, with only the macro civilization in its eyes. So many sacrifices spanned between them.

He held his hand.

At this instant, it seemed as if countless colors flowed through their arms.

"Su Ming'an." General Qin's Authority of Word Spirit transformed into a wooden plaque, Deity handed the plaque to Su Ming'an, speaking a phrase without beginning or end:

"Write Matrix Orders—Su Ming'an."

No one ever told Su Ming'an which area of responsibility he held in the Millennial Plan as the Old God.

—Because no one knew.

The part the Old God had to perform would not be spoken of by anyone, giving Dieying no chance to peek—Su Ming'an could only rely on the experiences, insights, thoughts, and deductions from these past days…to forcibly deduce the part he needed to fulfill.

At this moment, what he ought to do.

At this moment, what he should speak.

——This can only be realized by himself, no one can help him.

The deity instructed him to write down the Matrix Orders, but he has no idea what Matrix Orders should be written, and everyone is waiting for his action.

Su Ming'an laughed.

The Shadow high above is trying to pierce through The Republic, as The Republic has not yet been fully established. It's just a prototype—one infused with Chao Yan and General Qin, a prototype harvested during the Second World Game. However, Su Ming'an quickly understood what he needed to do.

Because——

The answer is already written in [history].

And the deity erased [history],

making it an answer only Su Ming'an and the deity know.

The bell of destiny tolled at this moment, countless causal lines linked together now, all the clues lined up in the mind converged at this one moment——

...

["We use the authority of 'Word Spirit', using all existing resources as 'energy', all people's expectations as 'faith', to write Matrix Orders for our descendants—when we die, our information will be stored in the next generation's minds by the hard drive."]

[When the Soul Ferry descended, the voice in Su Ming'an's mind said so.]

...

At this moment, all over the world, high-altitude visions can be seen.

Human faith converged, like streams of white currents, constantly drifting towards Su Ming'an.

During the sixty years of waiting, Chao Yan and General Qin have loaded all available resources from around the world into The Republic, becoming [energy].

General Qin's authority is already in Su Ming'an's hands, becoming the authority of [Word Spirit].

Humanity facing the despair of the end of the world, the hope for deity's redemption, has converged into [faith].

Then, Su Ming'an raised the wooden board in his hand high above.

Based on known clues, he deduced what kind of Word Spirit he should write.

"——All existing people." He shouted loudly.

Lines of perfect pass pattern marks, offered by Li Mingyue, Xiao Ying, Zhai Zi and others on the rooftop, one line, another line...

——Like holy, beautiful, white tendrils.

Up in the sky, the old god, carrying billions upon billions of human wishes, holy, beautiful, white… he was embraced by these white tendrils, overlooking his youthful face.

He shouted loudly:

"We will step into a new century."

"Our souls will be stored in the souls of the next generation—even if we die, generations of souls will thus continue unceasingly—we will revolve in the river of millennia, becoming each generation's 'former former past lives', 'former past lives', 'past lives'..."

...

[The Ancient Angel thus spoke: "Our souls will reside in the Soul Ferry, entrusting to past lives, millennia of ancestors, great-grandfathers, grandfathers, parents, children, great-grandchildren, and progeny all as you, one person."]

...

"Until our souls—ferrying through millennia, humans reincarnate generation after generation, each generation enduring pain, the intense emotions accumulated over a thousand years will flow into the largest life hard drive of Nine Serenities. Generations accumulate, until becoming an immense energy."

...

[——Making you both Jesus and his millions of believers, you as both doctor and his millions of patients. You as both life aboveground and millions of corpses underground. With this heritage accumulated over millennia.]

[My heart is confused, the plan for millennia, how long it is… Billions upon billions of people find it difficult to see. Millennia of cycles of reincarnation, generations all as one person, only to plan generation after generation, how magnificent.]

...

"A thousand years later, I shall be the old god, awakening within the protective range of The Republic. Guided by the deity, stepping into Nine Serenities, inheriting the emotions accumulated over millennia, as energy, expanding The Republic's protective range—until the entire world! The High-dimensional beings can no longer spy on our civilization."

"I make a Word Spirit with authority——" The youth raised the authority of Word Spirit in his hand high.

His pupils burned with fierce fire:

"[From now on, the emotional accumulation of each generation will not naturally dissipate, but will merge into the life hard drive, following us——generation after generation, eternal life forever more!]"

...

Once the words were spoken, the Word Spirit took effect.

Su Ming'an once obtained a skill similar to 'Word Spirit', named 'Faith'. Word Spirit and Faith share similar traits: "as long as there is hope, it can be realized", "as long as words are spoken, it can be achieved."

...

["Faith." Xiber gazed into his eyes: "My authority is named 'Faith'. It can amplify my cognitive ability and belief capacity."]

[Therefore, under Xiber's day-and-night imagination, a 'Fantasy Creation' as she wished was born.]

...

Its essence is not daydreaming but altering [rules].

The world had its rules at birth: under gravity, the apple would fall on Newton's head. Humans can only breathe with lungs, drowning in water. But once the rules change, apples can float in the air, humans can breathe underwater… everything becomes possible.

Ming Hui nearly caused destruction due to malice, Pulaya's Su Rin became a god using malice, Xiber created life using emotions—emotion is a powerful energy. The key is, Zhai Star Humans with lower technological levels could not collect it, thinking it is invisible and intangible.

Therefore, Su Ming'an holding the authority of "Word Spirit" made such a Word Spirit:

——I want none of the emotions within each of you to be wasted. Every emotion you generate can be collected, merged into the life hard drive.

He merely altered a [rule] of the world—making emotions quantifiable. Thus, even if humanity's technological strength couldn't collect emotions, emotions could automatically become their usable energy.

Despite this, the authority of General Qin's Word Spirit thus reached its limit and shattered—after all, it altered the rules of the entire world.

But it's okay, Su Ming'an knows he made the correct Word Spirit.

From here, the millennium plan had reached the "achievable" stage. After all, if this Word Spirit was not made, what would be the use of Exotic Species King sleeping for a thousand years? The emotions accumulated by generations over millennia would only dissipate, unable to reach Nine Serenities, and then talk of nothing after a thousand years.

If he made a different Word Spirit, like expelling the Shadow, it would exceed the limit of Word Spirit's authority, impossible to achieve. If he made a lower-tier Word Spirit, like merely protecting the people within The Republic's range, it would waste this authority of Word Spirit.

The Word Spirit he made now is just right, not too high, not too low, exactly within the limit range that Word Spirit can bear. It's the best.

The Shadow stood high in the sky, gazing at the countless radiance on Su Ming'an's body. In his vast eyes, a rare moment of astonishment appeared.

Then he smiled.

——It was a kind of helpless, silent, and pale smile.

"Even you, knowing nothing about the millennium plan, actually made the most correct Word Spirit. It turns out I have nowhere to break through… whether a thousand years ago or a thousand years later."

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