Chapter 628 - Chapter 628: Chapter 339 "The Disciple Deacon Who Will Not Come Again" and "Ten Thousand Years Later" (Please Subscribe)_2

Chapter 628: Chapter 339 “The Disciple Deacon Who Will Not Come Again” and “Ten Thousand Years Later” (Please Subscribe)_2

Yet, unlike twenty years ago, when his words fell silent, no unfamiliar voice echoed in his mind.

Because this world wasn’t truly erased of twenty years.

What had happened to this world, others might not know, but Milton Cheney would never forget.

What the future held, and whether his continued stay in this cycle of Reincarnation Simulation had any meaning—who could say?

After all, even with the Simulator, Milton Cheney dared not claim he could foresee all that the future entailed.

……

Time flies; in the blink of an eye, five thousand years have passed.

The Pastoral Region, World Federation, Peak-Ocean Province.

Over five thousand years, the changes in this world were no longer as minor as they once were.

This world had undergone great changes.

Under Milton Cheney’s leadership, the Peak-Ocean Federation conquered two other large federations and sixty-seven smaller ones, uniting to form the World Federation.

In the absence of external threats and under peaceful development,

the current world not only thrived in Martial Arts but also saw day-over-day advancements in the Technology realm.

One could say that the world was entirely different from when Milton Cheney first reincarnated into it.

And all these changes were brought about by the variable that was Milton Cheney.

Without him, even if possible, it would have taken the world far more than five thousand years to develop to this extent.

And Milton Cheney’s control over the world had deepened ever since.

The reason was simple: Milton Cheney was the longest-lived person in this world, bar none.

In the eyes of nearly everyone in this world, Milton Cheney was already akin to an immortal, a godlike figure.

At the top of the ninth floor of the Central Tower, Milton Cheney stood with his hands behind his back, quietly observing the swarming crowds below.

“Three thousand years, that servant Disciple from the Black Moon Sect hasn’t set foot in this world for three thousand years,” he reflected.

“Has something dramatic happened outside?”

“Or is there a greater advantage to be had, and this pasture simply isn’t of interest for the time being?”

At that moment, Milton Cheney mused to himself.

Indeed, the rapid development of the world to its current state was not solely due to the influence of Milton Cheney.

A key factor was the absence of the servant Disciples from the Black Moon Sect; for three thousand years, none had come to this world to harvest lives.

Milton Cheney was well aware that three thousand years was a long time for this world.

But for that real Seventh Universe, one of the nine Great Worlds outside, three thousand years were but a fleeting moment, far too short.

Thus, three thousand years with no one arriving could hardly prove anything.

As for notions such as the Black Moon Sect being destroyed or wiped out, Milton Cheney had not failed to consider them.

But he knew full well that imaginings were just imaginings, guesses only guesses.

Especially such unfounded conjecture, which was very unlikely to happen.

Of course, the passage of five thousand years had brought significant changes, not only to the world itself.

Milton Cheney himself had also changed significantly.

In terms of Realm, based on the principles of this world’s blood qi Martial Arts Path of Cultivation, Milton Cheney had deduced the Path all the way to that of a Fourteen Grade Martial Artist.

Of course, while he had deduced as far as Fourteen Grade, Milton Cheney had yet to reach this realm.

At the moment, he was a Thirteenth Grade Martial Artist.

In comparison to Wizard Realms, he was equivalent to the weakest Level 5 Wizard,

the kind that had mastered one or two spells of Ring Magic from the fifth circle.

Of course, if it came to a head-on confrontation, Martial Artists still had a considerable advantage.

But it was hard to say who was stronger or weaker since Martial Arts were limited in their variety, while Wizards had far more complex methods at their disposal.

For Milton Cheney, deducing the Martial Arts Path of Cultivation to such a state was not a difficult task.

After all, in reality, he had encountered far too many Paths of Cultivation.

Most of them had offered considerable assistance in his deduction of the blood qi Martial Arts Path of Cultivation.

In the blink of an eye, Milton Cheney had also reincarnated into this world for over six thousand years.

His thoughts had shifted from initial relaxation to an eagerness to venture outside and witness the wider expanse.

Over the past five thousand years, Milton Cheney had traveled through the entire world more than once in search of a passageway to the outside.

Unfortunately, there was no clue to be found.

The world was not large; Milton Cheney could traverse it entirely in just a few days.

But even after five thousand years, Milton Cheney still hadn’t found any clues to the outside world.

He didn’t find the so-called world barrier either.

This world isn’t flat with an overarching dome, but spherical, much like Azure Star in his previous life.

If Milton Cheney flew in one direction, he wouldn’t hit a transparent barrier; instead, he would soon return to his starting point.

It was as if this world was a spherical Mystic Realm.

Of course, while clueless, Milton Cheney wasn’t entirely without gain.

His sole gain stemmed from a conjecture.

That conjecture was the sky.

Indeed.

The region above the sky was one that even the current Milton Cheney had not ventured into.

It wasn’t that he didn’t wish to explore it. In fact, once he knew this world was round, he had tried to see what was above the sky.

But unfortunately, the sky in this world was too high, seemingly without end.

Moreover, the area above the sky wasn’t without dangers.

Some terrifying airflows and the obscured sun by thunderous seas, even for the current Milton Cheney, were utterly impenetrable.

Over the years, Milton Cheney heavily advanced aviation technology, but with meager results.

Even less than his physical body traversing the sky.

Of course, part of the reason was the shortness of time.

After all, the rapid development of technology had only been within the last three thousand years.

Given another twenty thousand years, Milton Cheney might have had a chance to glimpse the end of the sky.

In Milton Cheney’s speculation, if he couldn’t rely on external forces, the only way to leave this world might be to find the answer at the end of the sky.

For this world, it was definitely a good thing that the disciples of the Black Moon Sect did not come to harvest lifespans.

But when looking at interests alone, it might be a mixed blessing for Milton Cheney.

After all, the simplest method to leave this world still rested with that disciple enforcer.

However, although this was the case, Milton Cheney wasn’t particularly emotional about it.

Rather, he was quite indifferent.

Because sometimes, Milton Cheney didn’t just look at the interests.

For Milton Cheney, it was even better that the people from the Black Moon Sect didn’t come.

……

Time, like fine sand in one’s palm, always slips away through the fingers when one is not paying attention.

The gears of time never stopped turning, not even for a moment.

In the blink of an eye, twelve thousand years had passed.

The energetic prevalence of Martial Arts, the rapid development of technology, the swift expansion of the population.

All these factors made this tiny world somewhat unbearable.

Multi-story buildings were now seen everywhere, and the shadows from the Floating Cities added to the Continent.

The world became increasingly restless.

Entertainment flourished wildly, and the peaceful World Federation seemed like the calm before the storm.

Under the deliberate influence of Milton Cheney, the people’s yearning for what lay beyond the sky grew thicker.

What truly lies at the end of the sky?

A new beginning? Or perhaps destruction? It was still unknown at this time.

“B-37 rocket has fallen, the experiment failed.”

“Recording experiment data…”

Within the World Federation’s first Floating City, inside a three-story ring-shaped building, several rigid mechanical voices sounded.

The content they recorded was instantly archived in the database upon completion.

Within a room in the building, Milton Cheney was sitting on a chair, staring at a transparent screen floating in front of him.

“Reached the limit, hoping to reach the end of the sky with technology is hopeless.”

“Forcibly reaching the end of the sky with my physical body alone? It seems not enough.”

“If I could achieve the Fifth Grade Martial Artist Realm, perhaps I might have a slight chance?”

At this moment, Milton Cheney whispered quietly to himself.

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