Tarthocas: Chronicles of the Transmigrating Scribe Chapter 49: God

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In the Reforged Reality. The Continent remained geographically identical to that of the previous Reality, but its history and politics were fundamentally different. There was no Mythical Era with Mythical Beasts, nor were there any ruling factions aside from The Ruler. Throughout the Continent's history, The Ruler remained unchanged. The people revered The Ruler as their God—an eternal, unchallengeable, and all-powerful entity. This belief led to the formation of The Worship, a group that adhered to strict rules and rituals to honour The Ruler. Some chapters of The Worship became warriors, dedicated to preventing the sacrifices carried out by other factions within their organisation in the name of their Ruler. In addition to The Worship, there were also Sects. However, these Sects were not for martial artists seeking power or the fulfilment of ambitions. Instead, they focused on research, cultivating and documenting techniques. Although the purpose of this documentation was unknown, few questioned its necessity. There were four Sects in total: one dedicated to the body, one to tools, one to beasts, and one to the ‘other’ arts. The people of the Continent were dispersed across roughly four hundred sectors. At the core of The Continent lay Sector 001. Sector 001 could be likened to the capital of The Continent—and indeed, of all Existence. Here, a single megastructure stood. It resembled an enormous mansion, with gates towering higher than the tallest mountains in the world. As for the mansion itself, its size was so immense that it was said no matter where one stood—whether in the Sea beyond The Continent or at the edge of all Existence—they would still be able to see it. Thus, it was known to the populace as The House. Inside The House, a lone figure sat upon a singular, great Throne—one that dwarfed even the grandest thrones that could be constructed from all the materials in the world. The figure was clad in an armour of unknown origin, its radiance brighter than anything else. They simply sat, as they had since the beginning of time. But then, the House began to rumble. The figure’s eyes widened. “The time has come!” they thought, vanishing swiftly from the Throne. In the next moment, they appeared in the basement of The House. The basement was located unimaginably deep within The Continent, far beneath even the Reforged Endless Sea. It contained only two things: a bowl and a fork. The individual who had appeared in the basement quickly kowtowed before the bowl and the fork. They said nothing, remaining in their kowtowed position. Suddenly, a hand reached out and picked up the bowl. “At last. 361 meridians at last,” a voice spoke as it drank the water. Hearing this, the individual quickly responded, “Maitreya greets The Ruler!” “Maitreya... You have served me well,” the voice replied. “Thus, it is time. For Unity.” With that, the hand touched Maitreya. Instantly, their flesh and form dissolved, leaving behind only a single meridian. “All meridians, unify!” The command echoed like thunder. At once, the remaining 359 meridians, hidden throughout the world, rushed toward The House. Those who witnessed this event would later call it ‘The Unification of Stars,’ as the meridians streaked across the sky toward the basement of The House. In a matter of moments, all the meridians had gathered, merging one by one, including the meridian that was once Maitreya. Soon, the meridians coalesced into a glowing marble, brimming with incomprehensible amounts of Qi. “Now come to me,” the voice commanded, and the marble drifted towards the speaker, landing gently in their hand. “The nurturing is done,” Ling Xuan remarked as he examined the marble. After he had reforged Reality, he had realised that while the meridians were functional, they were not perfect. The haste of their creation—completed over just a few days—left gaps. For the meridians to reach true perfection, they needed to ‘ferment’—to be nurtured delicately by Qi over a long period