Things in paradise went almost as planned by Yunan, not many deviations and nothing that would result in anything too damaging, he thought he should return home to take a look at how things were going.
With the dungeon gone and the world plunged back in mana, change was bound to strike the planet, and since the lock on mana usage was lifted to some extent, anyone could now use mana, making the possibility of another mana infection a very high possibility.
When he stepped into the private home he was stunned by the change, the once-private garden has now become a full planet, a moon was already forming in the heavens above, seas and continents filled with all kinds of life, it was prosperous beyond belief.
The mansion was weirdly aged and empty, therefore, Yunan took himself through the established portal to the bright palace, when he walked out of the royal chambers, he understood what happened. Time in the prison planet was different, the five years on the planet were 500 in Burkan.
The palace was filled with people coming and going, no one paid him any attention, children passed underfoot and skittled away giggling about, this place was no longer a palace, it was now a museum, from what he heard, it was a monument and temple for the god-king and his descendants.
Scanning the capital, he found that his wives near the cliff edge, some sort of a shrine with lines of worshipers, extending back to the city. He turned his invisibility on then flew to the cliff, extending the range of his scan to cover most of the continent.
The mana corruption seemed to be held at bay at a certain level, just enough to power up formations and natural locations that would function as replacements for the dungeon. Since mana has returned to the world, almost everyone was born with the ability to manipulate it.
Thanks to the system established by the cooperation of the church, the guild and the god-king, there was no class system, even the meritocracy was later abolished to accommodate the new circumstances, for once, the whole continent stood together to survive.
The monsters were concentrated in pockets, each with a certain power level ranging from high, medium, low, or mediocre, each pocket was used to train the corresponding adventurers, and was guarded by people who were near divinity.
Although the gains from the killing of the monsters were no longer as lucrative nor as rewarding, the guild took upon itself to guard the numbers of monsters so as to provide for the whole continent, ever since the dungeon disappeared one day, a fear sprung in the residents of Burkan, that one day the monsters would vanish too.
Accumulating this much information from the scan, Yunan knew that the return of the gods will be a welcomed event, but that was something he would not care about, Burkan no longer meant much to him, if it was not for his family still residing in it, he would never return here again, he also thought the time difference was a mercy of sort, for him and his wives, time turned everything to sand, even emotions.
The shrine was the last place any traces of the god-king could be found, mainly his queens and pets, as for the royal bloodline, it has been more than 10 generations and since none of them had seen Yunan, or he, them, they did not matter to him, he hoped that his 500 year absence would have dulled his existence in the eyes of those who truly loved him.
The shrine was warded with too many formations and shields, some even cut off faith, something that probably came from Fortuna when she got her chance to leave the prison planet, therefore, other than knowing where they were, Yunan could not glean any more information.
Inside the shrine he found a sealed location, it looked like the inner sanctum of a pagoda, people worshipped at the door and no one dared to come closer than 30 paces. Undoing his invisibility, Yunan walked to the door in the shrine and used the giant rings to knock. No one moved, even the guards stood still, no one was allowed anywhere within 5 meters from the door, not even the cleaners or the guards, even the royals had to use their mana to ask for permission to visit the inner sanctum.
The door opened up mere moments later, clearly, an automated response to Yunan himself, once Yunan stepped in the door closed behind him to reveal a small pocket dimension. As for the outside, some bells began to chime in loud melodious tones as they rang themselves to announce the retune of the god-king.
Inside the small pocket dimension, Yunan could now clearly feel those present, his wives, two children and 3 pets, along with some others who were disciples or bloodline holders. The disciples were there to learn the art of mitigating the mana corruption and control it, both Drogon and Ignis had done well in that regard.
The bloodline holders were the offspring of Cat and Kaeser, there were many of them listening to the teachings of the cat Sapphira, who seemed to have gotten much use from the golden library he left behind. Drogon was the first to arrive at the entrance of the pocket dimension, it directly merged into Yunan's body and roamed inside, followed by Ignis who did the same, the two then fused themselves with his bloodline becoming a part of him for eternity, even their souls were forcibly merged with his own.
"They were dying", said a sweet aged voice to Yunan who could not believe this turn of events, "You heartlessly left them here to die, I would have done the same if I could, alas, you left me to die too". Reina looked majestic now, nine flaming red tails, an aura of a queen and the body of a goddess, 500 years only gave her more charm and sophistication.