[Territory Name: Heavenly Court (Diao Chan · Hidden)]
[Territory Talent: Special Items +10%]
[Territory Level: 10 (Next level requires 11 buildings above level 11)]
[Area: 10,000 square meters]
[Special Attribute 1: Human Residents' Attributes +15%]
[Special Attribute 2: Family Attributes +10%]
[Buildings: See details]
[Population: 48]
[Resources: See details]
[Constructable Buildings: Job Transfer Statue, Floor Tiles, Thatched House]
Three new options spark interest—especially the Thatched House. The Divine Forge lacks latrines; other buildings' facilities cover needs, but a dedicated spot helps. Aura Bamboo House, Bronze Sparrow Terrace, and White Robe Ghost Barracks have their own; the Mystery Store, a mere counter, holds five items max.
Zhou Yan builds:
[Ding! Job Transfer Statue evolves into Primordial Temple.]
[Ding! Thatched House evolves into Sewage Toilet.]
Light flashes—two structures rise. The Sewage Toilet mimics modern plumbing, unsurprising since territories can spawn skyscrapers, though only lord-world-recognized buildings gain bonuses. Livable, not powerful.
[Building: Sewage Toilet]
[Level: 1]
[Upgrade Requirements: 100 spirit coins, 100 two-star stones]
[Quality: S (0/100)]
[Defense: 100/100]
[Special Attribute: Odor and Waste Removal]
[Introduction: Clean territory starts here.]
Floor Tiles, decorative, evolve too—retro to modern styles, customizable. Zhou Yan skims them, drawn to the Primordial Temple. Its name hums with power.
[Building: Primordial Temple]
[Level: Special, Unranked]
[Quality: Unknown]
[Defense: Indestructible]
[Special Attribute: Inheritance]
[Introduction: A relic of time's river, holding ancient gods' treasures. Awaits the destined. Vanishes if territory crystal breaks.]
No rank, no quality—unheard of. His strongest, strangest asset.
Under starlight, the temple glows gold, compact at 300 square meters. Three tiers of nine steps lead to a gate—not gold, but something arcane. Thirty-six stone weapons—swords, spears, halberds—flank the entrance.
Zhou Yan pushes the door. Golden light spills, stirring awe, age, majesty. Visions flood: beasts roaring, races shattering mountains, swords slicing miles, blades splitting space. A giant's axe births an era; a saint preaches to three, reshaping worlds. Dragons clash with phoenixes; liches war. Nuwa mends skies, Fuxi crafts gossip, emperors battle Chi You. Gods fight beyond stars—a titan, galaxy at his back, turns.
His face mirrors Zhou Yan's.
The titan's gaze locks—then fades. Scenes vanish like a film's end, chronicling a lost civilization. Earth's past? Real or myth?
A voice whispers: "Inheritance begins—for whom…"
"Who's there?" Zhou Yan calls.
Silence.
Light dims. A bridge stretches into a starry void—no end, a cosmos within.
"Inheritance space—where's the prize?" he mutters, puzzled.
A black vortex spins open—not a black hole, but close. Words form: Rune God Yang Xuzhi's Inheritance.
"Yang Xuzhi?" Zhou Yan gasps. Canglan's myths name him. "This isn't Earth's temple?"
A message clarifies: Enter a vortex, pass its trial, claim the legacy.
He hesitates, holding back.