Chapter 461: Time Flows, Three Hundred Years

During this period, Zuo Meng changed identities and infiltrated various places, even sneaking into guarding monster factions. Through these experiences, he accumulated increasing knowledge.

He gradually discovered multiple paths for strong individuals in this world. While the Totem Tribe’s cultivation methods existed elsewhere, most inherited nations and factions had their own civilizations – Cultivation civilizations, Martial Arts civilizations, even puppet and technological systems.

A chaotic mix without any logic.

“This real world resembles pieced-together illustrations, each faction representing a different painting.”

The more he traveled, the deeper Zuo Meng’s understanding grew.

Using the Dream Realm, he analyzed over twenty cultivation systems during his journeys. Some like totem and Cultivation systems made sense, while others seemed absurd – like puppet crafting enhancing creators’ lifespans, or plant-growing systems strengthening cultivators. After studying these illogical systems for nearly a century, he classified them as chaotic logic aspects.

These chaotic aspects helped Zuo Meng create a unified framework:

Level Seven World!

Using Totem Tribe standards: gaining extraordinary powers became level one. Open Meridians as level two, Thousand Mountain Realm level three, Endless Realm level four, King’s Realm level five, Imperial Level as world’s peak at six. Beyond this, he defined level seven – existence transcending the world itself.

This framework deepened his comprehension.

He began suspecting this world wasn’t truly real, but rather the bamboo scroll he’d found earlier. Each cultivation system represented scroll’s strip – meaning he walked within bamboo manuscript.

“What being could create such miraculous scrolls?”

Zuo Meng sat mountain peak gazing skyward.

Once he’d been celestial creator himself, but new perspective revealed world’s endless variations.

Where then lay true reality?

This meditation lasted century.

Border Tribe under Totem Tribe.

Same blue robe, changed world.

Three centuries cycled generations. Tribe leader and foreign affairs elders who opposed Zuo Meng had died. Thousand Mountain Realm practitioners lived five centuries, some slightly longer with special fortunes. As original Core Elders passed, successors emerged. Wangu Village leveraged Zuo Meng’s legacy to form unique subtribe over 300 years. Saintess Little Girl reached Thousand Mountain Realm using tribal resources and talent, becoming Core Elder.

With Core Elder’s backing, Wangu Village secured position. Even without Zuo Meng’s direct influence, they remained powerful clan.

“Grandma, does our ancestor truly exist?”

In Wangu Tribe, 300-year-old Little Girl told descendants of Grandpa Meng.

Border Tribe comprised over twenty subtribes under Totem Tribe. Each Core Elder led subtribe, collectively governing borderlands. Wangu Village now integrated as full tribe.

“Of course…”

Little Girl aged visibly. Most peers had died, leaving her solitary among unfamiliar descendants. Elders often reminisce – her favorite tale being childhood entry into tribe.

This marked her life’s turning point, proudest achievement altering both her and Wangu Tribe’s destiny.

Mountain base.

Blue-robed young man approached. Youthful appearance contrasted world-weary eyes.

Three centuries’ wandering taught Zuo Meng this world lacked creator’s authority. No amount of travel could reclaim nonexistent power. Thus he returned to origin point – where he first awakened.

Though failing to regain creator status, he surpassed Endless Realm reaching King-level. Insights into transcendent Imperial Level came too, but power mattered little now. What use was Imperial Level without true transcendence?

“Nothing’s truly changed.”

Zuo Meng revealed himself openly.

King-level consciousness erupted, engulfing Border Tribe then entire Totem Tribe territory.

King’s Realm!

Every being sensed this eruption. Storytelling Little Girl jolted upright – unforgettable presence.

“Grandpa Meng?”

All tribe’s strong individuals reacted. Skeptical younger generations showed shock.

Within Totem Tribe.

Two Elders who’d met Zuo Meng trembled motionlessly, trapped like insects in amber under King-level pressure – akin to ordinary people facing immortal.

“King-level? Impossible!”

“Three centuries… he holds heaven’s secrets!”

Regret flooded old man and woman.

Had they acted decisively then, could they have reached King-level? Zuo Meng remained unaware. Even knowing, he’d have smiled. Though merely Endless Realm then, his creator’s foundation made him peerless. Had they attacked, their grave grass would’ve withered long ago.