Reflections on the Splendor of the Divine Realm, An Investigation of Primary Schools, Cultivation Students and Science Students

It must be said that following the mechanisms makes things incredibly fast!

Chen Yi felt as if he had barely taken a few steps before arriving directly at the most glorious era of the Divine Realm—250 million years in the past.

While brute force can work miracles, sustaining it is unbearable for anyone. If he had to walk step by step along the embankment of the River of Time, this avatar of his would likely be drained dry before reaching this point!

"This is the newly assigned inspection zone under my jurisdiction, spanning five thousand years in either direction," Zhang Bairen paused and muttered to himself. "Given that the fugitive Ling Xiao is a ruthless and cunning criminal, he probably wouldn’t hide here. I can afford to relax a little."

"Honestly, the former Immortal Emperor Ling Xiao truly possesses heaven-defying power. Established history cannot be altered—reckless interference may cause minor disturbances in the River of Time at best, or at worst, divert history and spawn a tributary timeline..."

"Yet he managed to integrate himself into history, moving along the threads of causality, using them to conceal his presence without leaving a trace. He truly returned to the past—such might is truly awe-inspiring..."

As he spoke, his Time-Sheltering Umbrella subtly trembled once more.

Beneath his Cloak of Concealment, Chen Yi raised an eyebrow in understanding and silently slipped through a barely perceptible gap that had opened.

Zhang Bairen’s implication was clear.

Within this five-thousand-year stretch of the River of Time, Chen Yi was free to observe at will—but he must not cross into the jurisdictions of other Timekeepers!

At the same time, Zhang Bairen reiterated the second rule of survival within the River of Time: "Observe, but do not interfere!"

However, compared to Senior Cui Changsheng’s concise summary, Senior Zhang’s explanation was far more detailed.

"Observe, but do not interfere" was actually a misleading statement!

The River of Time could be entered!

But established history could not be changed. Returning to the past only allowed one to act as a spectator. Reckless intervention would, at the very least, incur backlash from the River of Time’s turbulence—or worse, cause the River of Time to split into a tributary!

To put it simply: altering the past first required enduring the weight of causality. If one was powerful enough to withstand the backlash, the River of Time would diverge into a parallel world, reflecting a new historical trajectory!

In an ordinary world, the burden of causality wouldn’t be too severe—any Immortal at the Taiyi Realm could endure it. The real issue was that reckless actions would invite retribution from the Timekeepers patrolling the main flow of the Immortal Realm’s River of Time!

But this was the Divine Realm’s River of Time!

Once a main branch parallel to the Immortal Realm’s!

Altering the Divine Realm’s history would unleash unimaginable karmic consequences!

The backlash of temporal forces alone would likely annihilate the offender instantly—no need for the Timekeepers to lift a finger!

This only proved how terrifying Ling Xiao truly was. One could even say he had mastered the system to its absolute limit!

Returning to the past, becoming part of history, weaving his own causality while remaining untouched by it—leaving no traces, making it impossible for even the Supreme Being to track him down!

Of course, while Chen Yi understood the mechanics, he wasn’t skilled in exploiting them. Attempting Ling Xiao’s method of embedding himself into history was out of the question!

Losing an avatar was no big deal, but if his recklessness exposed Zhang Bairen, that would be an unbearable tragedy!

"Is this the Divine Realm at its peak? A world of boundless diversity, the pursuit of aesthetic perfection, and a technological foundation so advanced that productive labor is liberated—every being here is free to unleash their imagination..."

Chen Yi drifted through the River of Time into the past, his form ethereal as a ghost, floating unseen through the air.

He did not belong to this ancient history. To him, everything was like the moon reflected in water—visible, but untouchable.

"Infrastructure determines the height of civilization. The ordinary people here are no mortals—though suppressed by powerful laws and devoid of supernatural abilities, their physical bodies rival those at the Tribulation Transcendence stage. Their lifespans stretch for millennia, free from illness or calamity, living at least a hundred thousand years..."

Chen Yi drifted into a People’s Hospital, where a holographic display wall listed health standards.

"Take humans as an example—on the Purple Star Continent, the average adult’s physique is roughly equivalent to the eighth level of Qi Refinement, with a natural lifespan of nearly two hundred years. That’s far behind the Divine Realm!"

"Moreover, the Purple Star Continent’s production structure remains primitive, still stuck in an agrarian era. Though the local Earth Gods ensure bountiful harvests and comfortable lives, the workforce remains unliberated, and imagination is still shackled. The rate of talent cultivation is woefully insufficient!"

"Still, compared to the Divine Realm’s sprawling multi-structural framework, it’s not entirely without advantages..."

"Expanding too much makes control difficult. With variables multiplying, the entire system risks collapse!"

"Senior Cui Changsheng once said that while the Immortal Realm is mighty, its class divisions are rigid. Even today, when supreme beings can create worlds with a single thought across time and space, the most archaic systems—like forced mining labor—persist..."

"A fixed hierarchy and monolithic structure may lack explosive potential, but they’re far easier to manage. With overwhelming martial power suppressing all dissent, any disruptions can be swiftly crushed!"

"That’s why the Immortal Realm emerged victorious in the end, while the Divine Realm collapsed under its own excesses..."

"And because the Immortal Realm became the sole hegemon, influencing all realms, the most beneficial path for the lower strata—technological advancement—was allowed to wither..."

"Though, thinking about it, given the Divine Realm’s technological prowess, they could even wield dimensional weapons harnessing natural laws to slay Golden Immortals!"

"Imagine cultivating for millions of years, only to be sealed away by an ordinary person using a technological device—who could tolerate that?"

"So how exactly did the Divine Realm resolve such conflicts?"

Chen Yi pulled out a golden scroll, secretly recording the Divine Realm’s advanced laws and innovations while drifting like a specter toward a school.

Cloud Summit First People’s Elementary School.

Floating lecture halls, students soaring on flying swords brushing past classmates riding levitating elevators.

"Ugh—the dissonance is jarring..."

Chen Yi couldn’t help but sigh upon entering.

As everyone knew, cultivation defied science, and science rejected cultivation. At their core, the two represented fundamentally different levels of existence—harmonious coexistence was nearly impossible.

After all, how could an elephant play with ants?

They might both be living beings, but the slightest sneeze would reduce the latter to dust!

Yet this elementary school had achieved it!

Here, even a first-grader from the science track could pressure a third-year cultivation student!

"Pah! You slacker! You’ve been held back three years and still can’t form a Golden Core? How dare you skip out on paying me?"

A six- or seven-year-old boy with a backpack yelled at a teenage girl in cultivation robes:

"You big dummy! I spent two and a half months making this spirit-energy battery! Its energy conversion rate is 28%—3% higher than the standard ones sold for 3,000 spirit coins!"

"And I only charged you 1,000! Why are you refusing to pay?"

"Don’t make me tell your mom!"

The threatened girl's face flushed red, her delicate fists clenched tight.

"If you dare tell my mom, I'll beat you up!"

The little boy immediately pulled out a self-defense stun baton with caution, leaning back in a tactical stance. "So what if you have cultivation talent? Think just because I study the scholarly path, I'm weak?!"

"I told you you're a big idiot, but you wouldn’t listen. I can already make spirit-energy batteries—something only fourth-graders are supposed to craft. What makes you think I can’t make a fifth-grade energy-convergence thunder rod?"

"Even the sixth-grade deep-sleep enhancer is almost done!"

"You’re still in third grade, failing your Golden Core Condensation exams, held back for three years. Seriously, you’re so weak!"

The girl’s fair face cycled between pale and crimson before she finally stomped her foot in helpless fury. "You jerk!!!"

"I never want to talk to you again!"