"Even a flower called eternal will eventually wither one day. Perhaps this is their best choice; to continue might not be as beautiful."

Feng Yuan’s sudden sigh caught Qi Chen and the others off guard. They couldn’t understand what had gotten into him. After a moment, Agunas and the others came following Min Si, while the other Guardians did not meet with Feng Yuan at this time.

With the characteristics of the Creator’s Hall, they had already seen the other from afar, naturally aware of Feng Yuan’s current situation. They understood they shouldn’t disturb him anymore. As for saying goodbye, they were somewhat hesitant. After all, what they did after the Mythical Era wasn’t considered right from the standpoint of the new era’s humanity.

"Feng Yuan, later we will need your help. We can’t fully handle the affairs of this Parallel World. Gitalien and Tamur will first return to the real world to inform them about this. When they return, we will begin relocating personnel and clearing this area."

Upon meeting, Agunas spoke. Due to the Barrier between the Parallel World and the real world, except for Tamur and Feng Yuan, others found it hard to swiftly travel back and forth in this area, even though Gitalien is the Space Divine Beast.

At the same time, the intelligence network of the Divine Beasts is also ineffective here. They couldn’t connect with the real world or inform them about these matters, which certainly wasn’t good.

After careful discussion, Agunas and the others decided to have Tamur assist by taking Gitalien back to the real world to inform them to be prepared. As for coordination, that’s a matter for later.

To this, Gitalien had no objections. Those descendants should be fine. Although they hailed from the Parallel World, essentially, they were still part of the world’s Life. Without mistakes, they had no reason to stand against them.

"Hmm, that’s fine. But even if you act by force, it shouldn’t be that quick, right? How about we first visit that city? After all... that city can’t move away."

Feng Yuan thought for a moment and said. As for meeting those people? Feng Yuan wasn’t considering it. Although during the Mythical Era he helped them, that’s all it was. To say they’re familiar, it isn’t possible. Since the opposite side didn’t actively seek him out, Feng Yuan naturally wouldn’t look for them himself.

Although Xia is doing her best to maintain order, the latest news announcement still sparked quite a bit of unrest. With time so tight, Xia could do very little. Without proper explanation, asking everyone to evacuate the city and potentially the world was hard for ordinary people to accept, even with their hero worship.

Thankfully, it was the hero worship that meant the unrest, though present, was not completely out of control.

However, Xia was worried. She didn’t know what the situation was in the real world. She wasn’t sure whether the existing city governance could adhere to the survival laws of the real world.

In the Parallel World, there are Guardians as support. Even with hero worship, they didn’t worry about causing trouble. But as they reached the real world, with the Guardians absent, she couldn’t be sure what might happen.

Even in the years in the Parallel World, there were instances where a Chief Officer exploited this special sentiment for reckless behavior.

But at that time, the Guardians directly intervened, solving the erring Chief Officer, preventing a great catastrophe.

With regrets in her heart, Xia didn’t consider urging the Guardians to follow them to the real world. She believed that the decision to be made was well-considered by the Guardians, and she had no reason to attempt to change it. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Feng Yuan and the others returned to the city. Min Si had Xia arrange for someone to let Feng Yuan stay temporarily in the city before staying by her side. There were some things she wanted to say to Xia, and she also wanted to give Xia another bit of help before going to the real world, where it wouldn’t be possible for them to meet again.

Camor City is the name of the city governed by Chief Officer Xia. Feng Yuan and the others settled into a vacant house arranged by her.

There was no choice. The Parallel World didn’t have the concept of tourism, and naturally, there were no hotels. Although people traveled between cities, generally, they opted to head back to their own homes.

The reason was simple: the teleportation formations within the cities allowed them to travel between cities without spending time.

Feng Yuan wasn’t particularly surprised by this. After all, the world rules in the Parallel World aren’t as refined compared to the real world, making the existence of teleportation formations unsurprising. In the real world, this isn’t impossible to create, but it requires constant resource consumption for maintenance.

The teleportation formations in the cities of the Parallel World, however, are different. Due to the uniqueness of the rules, their consumption is low, and the Guardians have converted the expense to be provided by the Parallel World, making these formations exist without direct consumption.

As for whether the energy provided by the Parallel World might pose a problem.

The total amount of resources within a complete world only undergoes conversion, and aside from the areas controlled and devoured by the blackness of the Devouring World, others remain part of a complete world. Thus, this consumption is merely conversion, and poses no loss to the world itself.

The reason the real world doesn’t follow this is that it requires a dedicated world rule for maintenance. However, neither Gitalien nor other Space Divine Beasts will do such foolish things. More world rules often mean more risks; there’s no need just for convenience.

Feng Yuan and the others didn’t consider using teleportation formations to go to other cities. Although other cities might differ, the differences between Chief Officers meant going to another city might bring unnecessary trouble.

"If one overlooks all the various hidden challenges of the Parallel World, it truly is a wonderful city."

On the balcony, Feng Yuan rested his hands on the railing, looking at the city under the setting sun, unable to suppress his sigh. Although the city had numerous technological advancements appearing futuristic to the real world, the culture stemming from the Mythical Era layered it with historical weight.

Perhaps it’s precisely because of this that the city’s residents seem quite relaxed and leisurely. But Feng Yuan understood this was merely appearances.

The entire city, the whole world, moved according to the Guardians’ plans. Even those fierce beasts that struck at specific times were tests set by the Guardians.

For those whose eyes were shielded, this was a paradise. And perhaps, for some people, they were willing to live in this preordained world.

But all this would dissipate with their transition. The Chief Officers couldn’t exert as powerful a control as the Guardians could, and they couldn’t guarantee they wouldn’t change after encountering information from the new world.

These were challenges faced by the descendants of those Mythological Remnants, and even Feng Yuan couldn’t help with this. He certainly couldn’t replace the Guardians’ role, not that he was willing, nor could he manage it alone.

"It may look wonderful at a glance, but in reality, it’s a city shrouded in fatigue."

Veronia said bluntly. Though the city’s residents appeared relaxed, life was ultimately predictable.

The joint control by the Guardians and Chief Officers meant the city’s development could only follow predetermined plans; any potential accidents were erased by their combined efforts.

In Veronia’s view, those trouble-inducing accidents themselves were a part of interesting life. It couldn’t stand monotonous, repetitive days.

Feng Yuan chuckled without refuting her words. She was right, but it couldn’t be helped. Without their firm control, this Parallel World would have been chaotic long ago.

Qiu Hanmo didn’t come to find Feng Yuan, but sat thinking alone in his room. Although he only needed to assist in battles, to him, it was a chance to practice what he’d learned. At least, many things contrasted with what he usually faced with the Red Fire Team.

Actually, he had suspected Feng Yuan’s identity. From his interactions with those people, it was clear his status wasn’t low; a mere descendant couldn’t possibly have such a standing.

But after considering, he decided not to dwell on it.

Qiu Hanmo knew that wanting to understand everything would only lead to dislike, let alone their tacit concealment of Feng Yuan’s identity.