Looking at the Chaos spiritual tree with satisfaction, he sat down and began to observe the sandbox.
With the chaos spiritual tree planted, the breeze felt fresher and carried a subtle energy that made even ordinary breathing feel more comfortable.
Rex glanced at the countdown panel once more.
Second Sandbox Assimilation: 6 Days 23 Hours 57 Minutes.
Alpha also sat down beside him and began to observe.
The little black puppy placed both front paws neatly on the ground and stared at the sandbox with wide golden eyes.
“Master, did you create this world?” Looking at the sandbox world, Alpha asked with curiosity.
Rex just nodded slightly, “Yes” His expression was normal, as if it was an insignificant matter, but Alpha was terrified.
Although he knew his master was capable of creating worlds, this was the first time he saw such a thing.
Before him was a complete living world.
There were mountains, rivers, forests, cities, kingdoms and countless living beings.
They were born, grew old, and they struggled and died.
Moreover, all of this existed in the palm of his master’s hand.
Alpha’s heart trembled, his fear and respect for Rex rose to another level.
Rex did not know what Alpha was thinking.
His attention remained fixed on the sandbox.
The sandbox was developing peacefully.
After Amal’s marriage, the empire entered a time of peaceful development.
Martial arts began the norm and the average life of the people began to rise.
In cities and villages, it was common to see children practicing.
The Martial Academies founded by Amal continued to expand.
Those who reached the human limit had the lifespan of 100 years.
As for those who entered the 1st stage potential had the life span of nearly 150 years.
After Amal, two more people broke through the 1st stage potential.
The benefits of cultivation were becoming increasingly apparent.
Humanity as a whole was growing stronger.
In the year 71 of the Archilies calendar the former king Archon, who stood up to plead mercy from the Great Creator and led humanity through the Great Flood, became old.
His hair had turned completely white; body had become thin and frail.
Even his breathing was shallow and uneven.
He lay on his deathbed hanging by the last breath.
His wife Julia had passed away the year before.
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Now he too lay there in wait of joining his wife.
Rex looked at him silently.
For a long time, he did not move.
When he first entered the sandbox, Archon had been one of the first people to stand before him.
Rex said softly, “Alice, send me into the royal chamber.” [COMMAND ACCEPTED.] Outside the chamber stood Amal, though now over fifty years old, he still looked vigorous and imposing.
His cultivation had greatly slowed the aging process.
He did not enter and did not let others enter as well.
What was going on his mind only he knew.
Inside the royal chamber on the bed was the former king Archon.
He looked old and fragile like a kite with broken string.
He didn’t enter and did’t let others enter as well.
What was going on his mind only he knew.
He looked more like a worried son rather than an emperor.
He stood outside the room with his hands clasped behind his back.
His wife Sufia, his children and several royal ministers waited in solemn silence.
The silence was heavy.
Rex descended silently this time.
There were no heavenly phenomena or grand spectacle.
He stood by the bed and watched.
Archon seemed to have sensed something and looked to the side.
His half-closed eyes slowly opened as he turned his head toward the bedside.
What greeted his eyes was the figure whose face was shrouded in golden light and couldn’t be seen.
Even after all these years, the sight was unmistakable.
He shed a tear as he looked at the figure.
He said weakly, “You came to see me, this lowly being, on my final days.
How can I express my gratitude to you Great One.” His voice was weak and barely above a whisper.
His body trembled as if he wanted to rise and kneel.
But he no longer possessed the strength to do such act, “Forgive my rudeness as I am not capable enough to even kneel in your presence.” Rex’s calm voice was heard, “Among the beings of this plane, you are the most capable one so far.
Even more than your father, I came to see you today not as a creator but as friend.” Archon’s eyes widened slightly, disbelief was clearly etched on his face.
For a moment, Archon stared at him.
Then tears flowed freely down his face.
“You followed my words and led humanity through it’s difficult time.
I created the world but you helped me guide the beings here.” Rex’s voice remained steady.
He didn’t exaggerate a single word as this was the truth.
Hearing these words from Rex, Archon looked relieved.
A peaceful expression gradually appeared on his face, “I am grateful to you.
I can rest in peace that I have not let you down.” His voice became faint and only his trembling lips remained, like a whisper, but Rex understood his words.
For Archon, nothing mattered more than those words.
The fear that he might have failed the Great Creator had burdened his heart for many years.
Now that burden was gone.
Rex looked at him for a few moments in silence.
Then he gave a slight nod.
Without replying, he disappeared.
At that moment, Amal entered there with his wife, children and the royal ministers.
The moment Amal stepped inside; he noticed something unusual.
The atmosphere felt warm and peaceful.
He saw his father who had a faint smile on his face looking at the place where Rex disappeared.
He went forward and knelt at the bedside.
Archon slowly turned his head, looked at his son, and weakly lifted his hand.
Amal took hold of the raised hand quickly.
Archon’s lips moved slowly as he said, “I have not disappointed the Great One.” With this Archon, the former king of the great Archilies, took his last breath.
Even in his death, he wore a relieved smile on his face.
The ministers in the chamber, the soldiers in the hallway, the servants in the corners all knelt down bidding farewell to the glorious king.
The entire empire mourned.
Bells rang throughout the land.
Men, women and children dressed in white and black to pay their final respects to their former king.
News of Archon’s death spread across the empire.
The people remembered the stories of how Archon stood before the Great Creator, led humanity after the Great Flood, built the first kingdom and raised the Holy Martial Emperor.
To many in the empire, he was more than just a king.
His funeral was held with the highest honors.
The imperial grave was prepared outside the capital on a hill overlooking the city he helped build.
Countless people traveled from all corners of the empire to attend.
Those who survived the great flood stood before the imperial grave, leaning on canes and some supported by their descendants, during his final journey and burial.
Some were too weak to stand for long, but they insisted on being present.
They stood silently as the coffin was lowered into the earth.
They did not leave for seven whole days.
They cried openly yet none mocked them for crying at this age or crying as a man.
The younger generation who never witnessed the flood bowed down in respect.
Although they never witnessed it, they had heard the stories and knew how hard it was for humanity at that time.
King Archon led the humanity to what it is today.
For seven whole days, people remained before the imperial grave.
Most of the people came to offered prayers.
Some offered flowers and some told stories of the first king to their children and other youngsters.
Even the heaven and earth wept the loss of this legendary person.
The sky rained for 7 days as well.
The people looked to the sky with tearful eyes.
They believed the Creator himself was grieving for his friend.
Within the palace, Amal stood before his father’s portrait.
He remained there through the night.
No one disturbed him.
When dawn arrived, he bowed deeply towards the imperial grave, “Father, I will continue what you started.” He clearly remembered his father’s words.
Outside the sandbox, Rex watched the funeral silently.
Alpha sat beside him with his head lowered.
Although he had not known Archon personally, even he could feel the weight of the old king’s life.
He was worthy to be called the guardian of humanity in his eyes.
Rex remained silent for a long time, “Rest well…..
My friend.” As he said this, his heart felt heavy for some reason.
Rain continued to fall over the imperial grave, with the passing of Archon, a living legend closed the final page of his story.