All the Myriad Ancients Sect disciples came back from the dead.

This wasn’t a dream but the most real existence.

Strange.

Why did they suddenly resurrect?

You must know, after Jun Changxiao made his wish, several years had passed—it definitely wasn’t related to the former.

When certain things cannot be explained from a scientific angle, then we can only categorize it as the system’s doing.

Speaking of which, it was strange.

After everyone in the sect appeared, the system stopped speaking.

Jun Changxiao had tried calling out but never got a response. Unease rose in his heart as he said: “Could it be… it sacrificed itself to resurrect the Myriad Ancients Sect?”

“No!”

Dog Leftover roared toward the heavens.

Sorrowful snowflakes drifted down, the north wind howled mournfully.

“Stop wailing!”

At this time, the system finally spoke.

Jun Changxiao’s heart filled with great joy—so it still existed, hadn’t sacrificed itself.

“Since you’re alive, why weren’t you speaking?”

“I was deducing why everyone in the sect came back from the dead.”

“Did you figure it out?”

“Pretty much, eighty-ninety percent certain.”

“Why did they come back from the dead?”

“If I’m not mistaken, your disciples’ deaths weren’t death in the true sense, but rather a test left by the Seven Profound Saint Venerable—testing whether you all were united in purpose. After eliminating the Heavenly Demon Emperor, they would naturally resurrect.”

“Makes sense.”

Jun Changxiao expressed agreement.

“There’s another possibility.” The system added: “Host destroyed the great demon who brought calamity to all living beings. Because the disciples assisted, they also obtained supreme merit and naturally resurrected.”

This was more reliable than a test deliberately left by the Seven Profound Saint Venerable.

“Everyone’s happy.”

A smile floated to Jun Changxiao’s face.

All planes and living beings destroyed by the Heavenly Demon Emperor or Ling Li fully resurrected. Everyone in the Myriad Ancients Sect also had no casualties—this could be considered the most ideal ending.

If forced to say there were regrets.

That would be the Myriad Ancients Sect losing its former glory.

No big problem.

As long as the disciples were still there.

Not to mention the sect regressing to ruins—even if at this moment all cultivation was gone, sooner or later they’d stand at the pinnacle again.

So confident?

Because there was still the system, various facilities and secret realms.

…

Countless years later, historians defined the Heavenly Demon Emperor’s destruction by Jun Changxiao as Year One of the Myriad Ancients Era.

This Myriad Ancients Era referred to the Myriad Ancients Domain.

Because the world in their universe continued condensing until, several decades later, it formed a complete operational system.

As the creator, Jun Changxiao not only integrated the Upper Universe but also used his heaven-reaching cultivation to pull in the Lower Universe, establishing a completely new unified realm division.

From then on, the Mortal Dust had no more Wutu or Wushi, the Upper had no more Core Formation or Seeking Truth.

They had completely new names, more detailed levels.

As for what they were, too lazy to write them. Perhaps in the next book, the protagonist would live in the Myriad Ancients Domain Jun Changxiao integrated, step by step unveiling the martial dao system he established back then.

Afterword.

For now, won’t discuss it or perhaps will never discuss it.

The Myriad Ancients Domain also had obvious grade divisions.

First was the Myriad Ancients Realm—without question, the universe’s central brain, absolute martial dao holy land.

Next were many relocated planes scattered around it, all interconnected by teleportation arrays.

Because the new system had just been born and each plane hadn’t yet formed their unique styles, temporarily there were no special characteristics to mention.

One thing.

Jun Changxiao implemented throughout the major planes the system he’d executed in the Myriad Ancients Realm where every city must have Middle and Great Martial Academies. For later generations wanting to stand out, wanting to enter the Myriad Ancients Realm, this was one of the important channels for advancement.

Of course.

Dog Leftover didn’t excessively interfere with plane development.

He merely established the martial dao academies that should exist, allowing all living beings channels to cultivate.

As for the planes’ families, powers, and even sects, they could freely develop and recruit talent.

Because planes were separated by very close distances, because there were interconnected teleportation arrays, travel between Myriad Ancients Domain planes was as simple as visiting neighbors, which also greatly stimulated martial dao exchange.

Collective sublimation was only a matter of time.

…

“Perfect.”

Jun Changxiao, like a creator god, hung in the universe’s highest sky, overlooking the completely new region centered on the Myriad Ancients Realm. A satisfied smile floated to his face.

The system said: “Before long, this place will definitely become unprecedentedly prosperous. Host’s meritorious achievements will also be passed down through the ages.”

“This is empty fame.”

Jun Changxiao shook his head: “I don’t care.”

“Ptui.”

The system couldn’t help spitting a mouthful of phlegm.

“Speaking of which.” Jun Changxiao said: “How exactly did you come to be?”

“Is it important?”

“For readers, it’s very important. If we don’t explain your origins, no matter how perfect the ending, it can be categorized as a bad ending.”

“Who I am isn’t important. What’s important is that I once brought help to Host, once brought joy to readers.”

“Fine.”

Jun Changxiao looked at you outside the screen, helplessly shrugging: “This guy plans to remain mysterious forever.”

…

Time flowed.

In a flash, ten years passed.

Through Li Qingyang and Piggy’s diligent reconstruction, the Myriad Ancients Sect finally restored its former glory.

Disciples continued cultivating as always, as if the death and destruction they’d previously experienced never happened.

Really.

This sect always emanated warmth, emanated the feeling of home.

Over ten years, the trauma Jun Changxiao suffered from destroying the Heavenly Demon Emperor also completely healed. His strength remained at the top-tier Celestial Secret Realm level—he could be considered the Myriad Ancients Domain’s number one person.

Whether one could be number one wasn’t determined by oneself but decided by historians and myriad living beings.

The entire domain wouldn’t forget Jun Changxiao’s meritorious achievements. They’d long written him into history and unanimously recognized him as the new era’s founder, the next legendary martial artist after the Seven Profound Saint Venerable.

Even the Myriad Ancients Sect was defined as a legendary sect.

“Not bad.”

“Written very impartially.”

In the study, Jun Changxiao flipped through the Myriad Ancients Domain Historical Records jointly authored by multiple history experts. Seeing their records and evaluations of himself, he expressed agreement.

“You’re truly shameless!” The system was speechless.

“Actually.”

Jun Changxiao put down the book, stroking his chin: “Could totally find someone to ghostwrite an autobiography.”

“Find who?”

“River Lakes Goodbye.”

“…”

…

Myriad Ancients Era Year 520, May 20th.

That is, 520 years after the Heavenly Demon Emperor’s annihilation.

This day.

The entire Myriad Ancients Domain stirred.

The reason was simple—the legendary powerhouse, legendary sect master Jun Changxiao was making up a grand wedding ceremony.

“No way!”

When many powerhouses received the hot-to-handle invitations, they said with bitter faces: “So the last gift money was really given for nothing?”

The day the wedding was held.

The entire Myriad Ancients Realm was bright red and festive, joyous and auspicious.

Major planes’ influential figures, including families, powers, and sects, all came to attend.

Not only that.

Before the grand wedding, the Array Hall activated the previously prepared projection light screens. All planes in the Myriad Ancients Domain could receive real-time images of the wedding scene.

Historians would evaluate this matter as: an unprecedented and unparalleled legendary wedding!

“Please welcome the bride!”

On the Myriad Ancients Sect’s training ground, Jian Guixu, serving as master of ceremonies, announced loudly.

In an instant.

The noisy wedding scene quieted. Martial artists on each plane watching the light screens all held their breath.

Just making up a wedding ceremony, yet the entire domain was watching.

This prestige was simply invincibly strong!

Before long, a graceful figure appeared on the light screen. One could see the stunningly beautiful Hua Meigui wearing the phoenix crown, draped in ceremonial robes, supported by several female disciples as she walked forward. Behind her, the long wedding dress trailed on the ground, at least several meters long.

No need to guess.

This kind of strange bridal wedding dress was definitely personally designed by Dog Leftover.

“So beautiful!”

Everyone watched Hua Meigui, watched that devastatingly beautiful countenance. Beyond sighing in their hearts, they sincerely wished Sect Master Jun and Madam Jun would grow old together and have children early.

Speaking of having children early—the child-bearing formula provided by Gu Tianxing seemed to have been forgotten in a corner of the spatial ring. Who knew if it would ever come in handy?

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