Fang Yuan stood still, holding the little Pegasus in his arms, watching Wang Yuanyuan move farther and farther away. He could sense that everything Wang Yuanyuan said was sincere, and it was certainly not a case of her falling in love with someone else.
Moreover, he and Wang Yuanyuan had never truly been in a relationship. They had never broken the invisible barrier to become a real couple. Therefore, Fang Yuan felt he had no right to stop her from leaving. It was her choice.
They had known each other for a long time, and perhaps it was the result of long-term affection. Fang Yuan indeed liked Wang Yuanyuan, although he wasn't sure if it was love. Now that Wang Yuanyuan was suddenly leaving, Fang Yuan couldn't help but feel some sadness—more so than when he saw Chen Xiyun marry someone else.
However, he was now a God of the Realm, a creator of the realm, and his temperament was extraordinary. He wasn't about to let such feelings consume him.
"Xi...lu...lu..."
The little Pegasus nervously made a small sound in Fang Yuan's arms. It knew how terrifying Fang Yuan was, and it was completely terrified that he was holding it.
Fang Yuan looked at the little Pegasus and suddenly used his hand to inject a tremendous amount of power into its body. The power was like a surge, directly transforming the little Pegasus's body and injecting some of the Realm's origin energy.
Originally just a moderately strong little Pegasus, it suddenly gained terrifying power. However, as the energy poured into it, Fang Yuan also strengthened its soul, ensuring it would have the strength to control its now overwhelming power.
Soon, the infusion was complete. Fang Yuan set the little Pegasus down on the ground. This little Pegasus might be the only creature on Earth capable of possessing supernatural power, aside from Fang Yuan himself.
"Go. Protect your master. If she suffers even a small scratch, you will die!" Fang Yuan said coldly.
The little Pegasus nodded with fear and quickly flapped its wings.
"Boom..."
It almost lost control of its power in its nervousness, nearly causing a disaster. If Fang Yuan hadn't acted in time, Washington would have been obliterated.
Fang Yuan gave the little Pegasus a cold look. It immediately recoiled, controlling its power, and ran at normal speed toward Wang Yuanyuan.
After the little Pegasus left, Fang Yuan chuckled self-deprecatingly.
He was no longer an ordinary person and no longer had the right to enjoy the worldly affections of ordinary people.
"They say promises are debts to be repaid. I haven't made any debts, so it's fine. No debts, light heart. From now on, I can be free!"
Fang Yuan smiled faintly, and in that moment, he seemed to have seen through something. His smile carried a trace of indifference.
He had become a noble god of the realm, how could mere emotions bind him?
"The development of Earth is too slow. I'll lend you a hand!"
Suddenly, Fang Yuan stepped forward and merged with the space, making it appear as though no one around him had seen anything. When he reappeared, he was already far beyond the solar system, in the starry sky billions of kilometers away.
Ahead of him, a spaceship, more than 100 meters long and wide, was silently cruising through the starry sky.
In the vacuum of space, there was no air resistance, and the spaceship had reached a constant speed of about 10,000 kilometers per second, barely achieving sub-light speed.
This was almost the fastest speed that the spaceship could maintain without losing control. If it went any faster, the materials might not hold up, and the cost of accelerating further would be too great, and the ship wouldn't necessarily continue accelerating.
After Fang Yuan appeared, he landed on the surface of the spaceship. The origin power from the Realm flowed into the spaceship, immediately enhancing the entire ship.
In an instant, the materials of the spaceship were upgraded by numerous levels, improving hardness, toughness, resistance to abrasion, high temperature, and other qualities.
Even the materials for the precise instruments were upgraded, and the fuel levels were enhanced, increasing the energy it could store.
If the spaceship continued to fly at its current speed, it could fly for tens of thousands of years without exhausting the fuel.
This improvement was all-encompassing, ensuring the materials didn't become imbalanced after being upgraded, so the spaceship would remain functional without errors.
Fang Yuan also used his powerful mental calculations to modify some parts of the spaceship, further enhancing its performance.
Although Fang Yuan wasn't an expert in spaceship manufacturing, he was able to stabilize the balance based on the results, ensuring the spaceship remained efficient. After his modification, the spaceship had become something close to a technological artifact.
If someone with great power were to refine this spaceship, it could be used as a flying palace.
Next came the most important task. Fang Yuan endowed the spaceship's power components with special effects, allowing it to exert super-fast acceleration, greatly enhancing the spaceship's speed.
"If you can't find a new habitable planet in a short period of time, don't bother coming back!" Fang Yuan said coldly, and then sat cross-legged outside the spaceship. A mysterious force concealed him, and the technology on the spaceship could never detect him.
His mind continued to monitor the Realm of Steel Balls.
At present, the underworld had completely stabilized. Besides strengthening itself by consuming each other, some beings that were once geniuses had even created methods to cultivate in the underworld after becoming spirits.
These methods were quite unique; some buried themselves underground to absorb the earth's energy to nourish their bodies.
Although the cultivation was slow, it was stable. As they grew stronger, their bodies would become immensely powerful, and they would acquire a special energy unique to the underworld, called "ghost power."
As for the mortal realm, it had already transitioned from a magical civilization to a cultivation civilization. While some people still practiced magic and martial arts, the vast majority of people focused on cultivating their "true self."
The so-called true self referred to cultivating to become one's true essence, refining the body, eventually forming a primordial infant, transcending the physical body, and breaking free from the emotions and desires tied to the body.
Those who pioneered cultivation methods had found that the initial steps led to the formation of a primordial infant, but then realized they could not progress further, wasting their extraordinary talent, as human talent is often tied to the physical body.
Thus, later cultivators continued to nurture their bodies after forming their primordial infants, ultimately fusing the two to maintain a close connection and advance together.
After over a thousand years since the last civilization calamity, hundreds of cultivators had reached the peak of the mortal realm.
However, these cultivators weren't considered gods but immortals, as their philosophy was based on refining the true self to become an immortal.
Thus, the highest cultivation level in the mortal realm was called the Immortal rank.
These immortals could sense the summons from the divine realm, allowing them to ascend to the divine realm.
And so, the divine realm saw the appearance of gods and immortals, two entirely different paths of cultivation and two civilizations, leading to the confrontation between "gods" and "immortals."