Chapter 225
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Chapter 225: Title
Over the course of a month, Ye Linlang journeyed across numerous planets. She visited a world ruled entirely by flora, where she granted the plants wisdom and the evolutionary ability to grow beyond their stationary existence.
This bore some resemblance to the war giant trees cultivated by the elven race, yet differed fundamentally—whereas the elves shaped their arboreal creations for combat, these newly awakened trees would forge their own civilization as intelligent tree-people.
On another barren planet, five hundred meters beneath its cracked surface, she uncovered miniature luminous organisms no larger than four centimeters—glowing creatures thriving in eternal subterranean twilight.
She encountered civilizations of three-eyed humanoids with forehead orbs shimmering with psychic energy; ephemeral gas-beings who sculpted their mist-like bodies into fleeting artworks; and a vibrant biosphere where pink cloud colonies drifting through amber skies displayed unexpected cultural sophistication.
Her travels revealed angelic light-weavers born with solar mastery, chitinous beastmen mimicking terrestrial fauna, and even crystalline lifeforms dancing across the coronas of stars.
Though Ye Linlang had perused the system’s vast archives, witnessing these wonders firsthand—especially knowing she’d ignited their evolutionary sparks—left her awestruck.
After six weeks of cosmic exploration, she finally turned her ship toward Blue Star.
Slumping into her cabin’s sofa, physically rejuvenated but mentally drained, she inquired, "System—total distributed civilization seeds?"
【Your Excellency, the Major Deity: 462 civilization seeds deployed.】
"Four hundred?" She swirled her jasmine tea, its steam curling like distant nebulae. "Feels insufficient for true diversity."
【Your achievements remain extraordinary.】
The phrase "myriad competing civilizations" haunted her. With Blue Star’s native universe producing few spacefaring species, true multiplicity would require manipulating the World Tree’s growth.
"Calculate parameters for universal World Tree coverage," she commanded, inhaling the pungent aroma of reheated river snail rice noodle soup—her comfort food during these marathon sessions.
While the system computed, she indulged in downloaded dramas reflecting the Awakening of Spiritual Energy’s cultural impact. Mythological epics now featured Practitioners performing actual aerial stunts, their tier two cultivation eliminating need for special effects wires. New actors faced rigorous screenings—talent agencies now evaluated core meridians alongside acting chops.
Three episodes later, the system chimed:
【Your Excellency, projections complete. Universal permeation requires tier ten manifestation for basic framework, tier fourteen for full physical integration.】
Ye Linlang dismissed the ten-thousand-page report unread. Her estimates had been accurate—the World Tree’s current form remained largely illusory, its tangible presence limited to Blue Star and fragments within Planet Atlantis. The rest existed as spiritual energy conduits, phantoms sustained by cosmic will rather than cellulose.
Tier Ten beings can envelop the entire universe through such means, yet this illusion only deceives those beneath their power. Should beings of similar Tier Ten stature from other realms descend, uncovering this facade would prove effortless.
As for Tier Fourteen, attaining such a level would place one among the supreme worlds within the Primordial Sea. Only then would the World Tree she cultivated truly merit the name Yggdrasil—the cosmic pillar cradling all existence.
"How much longer to Planet Atlantis?" Ye Linlang mused, mentally calculating her time away.
【Seven additional space jumps remain. Estimated arrival: five hours.】
The system never erred in its calculations. Satisfied with the timeframe, Ye Linlang decided to snatch some sleep.
"Alert me five minutes prior."
【Acknowledged.】
She reclined into the sofa chair, its frame fluidly reshaping into a cot. Hugging a cushion, she drifted into slumber amidst a yawn.
…
Upon awakening, Planet Atlantis dominated the Control Room’s viewport. The azure sphere appeared unchanged from her memories.
The gargantuan Ark maintained its silent vigil in low orbit, undetected by the planetary AI core Noah. Nearby satellites hovered inertly as Ye Linlang summoned recent logs.
Under Noah’s guidance and unified divine reverence, the Atlantean civilization had achieved staggering unity within months. Technological revolutions bloomed prematurely—agricultural and feudal eras bypassed entirely through synthetic intellect’s intervention.
While deities shaped their cosmology, Noah’s calculated governance truly steered this civilization. The pattern seemed replicable: implant analogous AI cores in primitive societies, await decades, and harvest fledgling technological civilizations.
Yet accelerated growth risked cultural sterility. Ye Linlang shook her head. Diversity’s tapestry required organic threads—each civilization’s unique imprint mattered more than expedited progress.
Still, safeguards beckoned. Shouldn’t the World Tree’s protocols filter entrants by developmental tiers? Unshielded, fledgling cultures might warp beneath advanced civilizations’ gravitational pull. Lost in contemplation, she mentally drafted fractal regulations.
The obedient system remained silent—no initiative beyond executing the Major Deity’s explicit commands. Thus, their orbital vigil continued unbroken.
Dawn’s second light found Ye Linlang exhaling over completed frameworks. "Done."
Her synthesized civilization hierarchy preserved Blue Star universe’s legacy—Tier Four representing humanity’s zenith, yet acknowledging infinite ascension potential. Technological and spiritual paths ultimately converged in cosmic mastery:
Spiritual adepts could shatter stars between fingertips, gods rewriting universal constants through will alone. Their technological counterparts achieved similar feats through industrial enormity—fleets of planet-crackers, dimensional incursions, hyperlane networks—proving neither paradigm’s supremacy.
Atlantis required no further meddling. Satisfied, Ye Linlang commanded, "Return to Blue Star."
【Compliance.】
The azure orb hung unchanged in Sol’s embrace, Ark resting moonward. Within the World Tree’s dominion, teleportation flared effortlessly.
Her arboreal office greeted her with paper monoliths—piled reports whispering of multiversal shifts.
【Welcome home, Your Excellency, the Major Deity.】
"What… is this deluge?"
【Collated progress updates from all linked realms during your absence.】
Ye Linlang blanched. A mere dozen worlds generated this avalanche? Future expansions promised cataclysmic paperwork—enough to overwhelm even divine endurance.
Resigned, she settled before the control panel. One month’s absence demanded reconciliation. Through the glazed portal, World Tree branches shimmered with nascent realities, each awaiting their creator’s guiding hand.
