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Ye Caiqian—now the first and only God of Humanity—returned from the marvels of the Central City, his mind swirling with revelation. The path back to his divine domain was lined with a thousand floating lanterns, drifting petals of spirit energy, and gentle winds carrying the scent of immortal flowers. The city's endless activity faded into a tranquil silence as he stepped across the shimmering boundary into his own domain.
Here, the power of human faith resonated in the air—gentler than the overwhelming might of beast and dragon gods, yet persistent, fresh, and filled with promise. Caiqian looked up at his palace, the marble and crystal structure he'd created with a single thought, and felt the weight of possibility settle over him.
But he would not rest—not yet. He'd obtained the manuals, knowledge of the Divine Realm and its rules, and the secrets of material creation. It was time to study, to grow, and to set new plans in motion.
The first manual Caiqian opened was a thick tome—"On the Mastery of Immortal Energy and Divine Material Creation." As soon as he unfurled the first page, a surge of radiant symbols poured into his mind: arrays, runes, and laws he could sense in the bones of this world, higher principles that felt at once alien and deeply logical.
He spent the first months simply adjusting to the density of immortal energy that permeated the realm. It was richer, deeper, and more vibrant than the spiritual energy he'd once known in Douluo World. If spirit power was a river, then immortal energy was a vast, endless ocean. With his divine senses, he could see it in every stone, every blade of grass, every breath he took. It was the foundation of the realm.
Slowly, through study and practice, Caiqian learned to draw it into his hands and soul, guiding it along channels shaped by the Law. The manual taught him how to condense, purify, and shape this energy—how to transform it into matter, how to carve it into runes, how to bind it into living artifacts. At first, the simplest tasks—making a cup, a scroll, a feather quill—took hours of focus. But he adapted swiftly.
A year passed in the blink of an eye.
Caiqian found joy in creation, remembering his days as a mortal innovator. He recreated basic appliances from Earth—heaters, lamps, running water, even a rough version of a printing press powered by immortal energy. The experience was both humbling and exhilarating. With a thought, he could conjure a shelter, a tool, a garden. The laws of matter and energy bent to his will.
Yet, he soon realized the true power of immortal energy was not just creation—it was integration. Anything he fashioned using immortal energy became fundamentally better than its mortal counterpart. A knife remained eternally sharp. A cloak woven of immortal fibers never tore, nor faded. Water he conjured never evaporated; food remained fresh, carrying the nourishing essence of heaven.
One day, as he watched the sunrise over his garden, Caiqian mused, If only I could have brought these miracles to Douluo World as a mortal… But perhaps, in time, my descendants and disciples will build miracles of their own.
With the art of creation firmly in his grasp, Caiqian turned to the second manual—the history, laws, and hidden truths of the Divine Dragon Realm. He read late into each divine night, his palace aglow with the gentle light of wisdom crystals, his mind weaving together the strands of the realm's past and present.
He learned that the Divine Dragon Realm, or "Longtian," was a world born from struggle and conquest. It was not the first divine realm—others had risen and fallen, their ruins scattered across the fabric of higher reality—but it was, by far, the mightiest. All gods who broke through the barrier of the third dimension and ascended were drawn here, whether they hailed from worlds of dragons, beasts, spirits, or, now, humans.
The Dragon God—the realm's originator—was a being of unfathomable power, the only entity to ever master all elemental authorities. He arrived on the shattered remains of the last divine realm, carving order from chaos, and shaped a sanctuary where ascended beings could gather. He split his authority, gifting it to his twelve children, the Dragon Kings: fire, water, wind, earth, light, darkness, thunder, ice, time, space, life, and destruction.
The manual's histories grew darker: the story of the Phoenix God, whose race rose to rival the dragons. For centuries, the phoenixes flourished, their king an equal to the Dragon God in all but one respect—control of the realm's core. Inevitably, arrogance and cruelty among the dragon race led to revolt. In a cataclysmic battle, the Phoenix God was slain, but not before taking the Dragon Queen with him. The aftermath left the dragon race both triumphant and hollow, more wary than ever of challenge.
Since then, the Dragon God bound his divine position into the core of the realm itself. His words became Law, and the entire structure of the Divine Dragon Realm—its rules, its politics, its etiquette—was sculpted to maintain dragon supremacy.
Ye Caiqian's heart grew heavy with each page. He understood the challenges ahead: the dragons had become even more arrogant, wielding their power with a blend of majesty and disdain. Their strength was unassailable, but it also bred complacency, and in the shadows, resentment simmered among the other races.
He pored over the laws and customs. Here, might made right. Status was measured by divine rings, contributions to the realm, and the creation of new god positions. Ambition was both celebrated and watched closely for signs of insurrection.
And yet, opportunity lurked in the cracks. Gods who brought new races, expanded the realm's reach, or solved existential problems could earn contribution points, which bought everything from rare materials to time in the divine archives.
The manual also outlined the punishments for breaking the core laws—banishment, imprisonment, or, in rare cases, true annihilation.
This is a world of gods, but also a world of competition, Caiqian thought. I must tread with care, never overstepping, but never shrinking back, either.
Caiqian spent another half year internalizing this knowledge. He realized that immortal energy was not just a resource but a responsibility—he could use it to change the shape of the world, for better or worse. The legal manual warned of the dangers of careless creation; a single immortal artifact, if made without wisdom, could disrupt the balance of entire domains.
The way to advance, to gain power and respect, was not simply to hoard strength but to contribute. Bring new planets under the realm's authority. Mentor successors. Help other gods ascend. Solve crises when the fabric of the realm was threatened by chaos or entropy.
For Caiqian, the path was clear. He could not outfight the dragons—not yet. But he could outthink, outmaneuver, and outlast. He would become indispensable, not by force, but by value.
The manual described the use of one's divine position to observe the lower worlds. With practice, a god could open a window to any world, seeking out disciples or prodigies. With proper rituals, he could even communicate with mortals, guiding them toward ascension—earning contribution points, strengthening his own god position, and expanding the influence of humanity all at once.
Between periods of study, Caiqian experimented with immortal energy, pushing the limits of what he could create. He built an orchard of spirit fruit, a lake that shimmered with pure vitality, and tools that hummed with gentle power. He found he could replicate nearly anything from his memories on Earth—a tribute to the reach of immortal energy and the breadth of his own transcendent comprehension.
He crafted day-to-day items for comfort: chairs that adjusted to the user's body, beds that soothed the soul, paintings that changed with the mood of the viewer. Each artifact contained a small, subtle blessing—a habit of the God of Humanity, who wished for his creations to enrich lives, not just dazzle eyes.
He also forged tools of power—swords, shields, and staffs, each imbued with elemental might. Some, he set aside for the day when he would mentor new gods. Others, he sealed in hidden vaults, awaiting a worthy inheritor.
All the while, he pondered his greater strategy. He would not be content with comfort and safety. He would reach down into the worlds below, find humanity wherever it flowered, and lift it up.
Finally, satisfied with his learning, Ye Caiqian made a plan.
First, he would survey the lower worlds using his divine position. He would seek out human civilizations, searching for talent, wisdom, and promise. He would guide, inspire, and—where needed—intervene from afar, nudging worthy mortals toward godhood.
Second, he would use his contribution points to acquire materials, reward disciples, and, above all, build a foundation for future human gods. The more human gods that ascended, the stronger his own divine position would become, and the greater humanity's standing among the races of the Divine Realm.
Third, he would never forget his roots. Every artifact, every innovation, every act would be shaped by the principles he carried from Douluo World and his first life: compassion, wisdom, and perseverance.
Before he began, he sat quietly in his palace, the manuals closed before him. He reached out with his divine senses, letting them drift across the fabric of the Divine Realm and into the countless worlds below.
Wherever there are humans, he vowed, there will be hope. And wherever there is hope, there will be the God of Humanity.
The long work of eternity had only just begun.
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