Chapter 1371 - 539: That Golden Era
What kind of world is this?
The land is boundless, with verdant vegetation and various natural wonders standing upon it.
Colossal stone arches formed by gigantic boulders.
Giant sculptures towering up to a thousand meters.
Towering trees touching the skies, seemingly reaching beyond the heavens.
Gigantic islands floating in the air.
A multitude of wonders.
These are sights Alka has never seen before.
The sky is naturally beautiful, with a continuously rotating sun.
These are sceneries Alka has not seen in a long time.
On this boundless land, civilization develops everywhere.
The land is so vast it seems without boundaries, and what is called the ocean is merely an inland lake of a continent.
The true ocean is beyond imagination.
The people living on it develop civilization, enhance strength, and forge tools, but they could never set foot on the edge of this world in a lifetime.
Here, the Divine walk upon the earth.
The Divine Kingdom is built in the sky, amidst the clouds, beneath the sea, and upon the earth.
These Divines walk the world, control their powers, and alter the world.
Alka gazes upon this dreamlike, yet real world.
He has a rough idea in his heart; the scene before him is probably once in the past. The world of that shattered Golden Era.
He watched it through his eyes that see through secrets, into the World Treasure Vault he held before, the Dream Realm’s side.
Thus, he saw what it had experienced over time.
Through the Vault to see the visions of the past world.
Floating in the sky, watching this world’s operation, Alka doesn’t know what era this world resides in.
Because the so-called Golden Era spans such a long, long time, almost no completely accurate time is recorded.
Then he just felt what he was watching fell from the sky, meaning the key of the World Treasure Vault fell down.
Alka’s vision followed and descended to the earth.
No longer flying in the air seeing only general scenery from high above.
Looking at the surrounding environment.
This is the edge of a forest.
A small path is trampled by people beneath his feet.
At this moment.
A boy carrying a basket on his back, wearing something like straw sandals or vine shoes, walked over.
Judging by his appearance, he might be only thirteen or fourteen, wearing very ordinary ragged clothes.
He seemed to be speaking some language.
Alka listened, never heard it before, naturally couldn’t understand.
He saw the key, took it into his hand.
Meaning, this boy was the first to get the key.
So it can be judged from the legend of the Vault that the current time is long ago, even before the Festival of the Gods emerged.
The span of time is so long that numbers representing time are too large to comprehend.
The key opened the Vault.
Time seemed to pass a bit too slowly, Alka waved his hand, and time began to accelerate.
In the visions, Alka watched the boy in front take the key, open the Vault, and receive the divinity suited for him.
A gift from the world.
Is this the first piece of Divinity sent out by the Mother of the World?
With Divinity, the boy began to eradicate monsters around his home with his own power. He established a better settlement with his friends, family, and kin.
From what could be seen, this era is very, very ancient, seemingly still in the wild tribal system period.
But from seeing the general appearance in the sky, Alka was not entirely sure.
He could only say it was like this in this area.
This world is too vast.
Time accelerated once more.
Alka almost skipped some useless fragments.
At 20-something, the boy built a castle, around which a new settlement was constructed.
The safe environment and powerful strength attracted more people to join the city-state.
The city-state grew larger and larger.
In the acceleration of time, Alka watched clearly as the city assembled quickly, like stacking building blocks.
Even the boy who gained Divinity had countless descendants and had long since died.
In a brief moment, Alka might have already crossed over hundreds of years.
The key carrying his vision had long flown back to the sky, but he deliberately left his gaze here for a while longer.
Alka jumped back, then followed the advantage returning to the sky to watch where it would fall next.
Like this, Alka watched many times as the key fell, granting Divinity to different beings.
Alka roughly understood the appearance of this key in this era, randomly dropping from the sky somewhere.
It was not a random drop but fell on the edge of a populated place.
Meaning, someone would always come here.
The longest period Alka simply spanned over a bit, it took about two years before someone picked it up.
And when someone came and took it, that was the lucky person who could receive the essence of Divinity, matching it with himself to become a Divine being of this era.
This time it was still a mortal.
Gaining the Divine Essence, as Alka expected, once again repeated the actions of the previous fortunate one who obtained Divinity.
Maybe because this era was too ancient, with so many wild monsters around.
Those who gained Divinity.
Were all doing repetitive tasks.