"Xiongba? Who is Xiongba? Never heard of him," someone muttered in confusion.
"Fengyun... Tianxia Society... Xiongba." Someone from the Fengyun world turned pale as he heard the name, murmuring to himself. Xiongba is neither forming the Tianxia Society nor establishing a sect—he's founding a village? What is he planning?
"I, Zhao Kuangyin, hereby establish Kaifeng Village, and welcome all virtuous talents to join me in building a common legacy," another voice rang through the sky. It was Zhao Kuangyin, the founding emperor of the Song Dynasty. He, too, was founding a village, calling it Kaifeng.
"I, Zhao Kuangyi, hereby establish Jinling Village, and sincerely invite talents from all directions to gather here." Yet another voice sounded from above. This was Zhao Kuangyi, Emperor Taizong of Song.
Hearing these heavenly declarations, many people scattered across the Eternal Continent wore odd expressions. Legend had it that Zhao Kuangyin had been poisoned by his dear brother Zhao Kuangyi.
Now both of them were establishing villages at the same time—what was going on? If they were to meet face-to-face, would they fight right away?
Those who knew their history looked visibly amused.
But in truth, it was just speculation. The Eternal Continent was vast—no one knew where the other was. As for the ministers and generals of the former Song Dynasty, it was useless to think about regrouping. This place had no Great Song. Here, they were no longer emperors. All they had was the lingering aura of their former titles. Whether they could rise again depended on their own abilities.
Even if you were once an emperor, if you can't develop now, some former street thug might end up stomping you into the ground.
This was a world where only capability mattered.No one could bluff their way through.
That said, they still had advantages. Their historical reputation was capital in itself.
"I am Zhang Jiao. Today, I establish Taiping Village, and welcome all like-minded virtuous talents to join me."
Another resounding proclamation echoed across the skies. Yet another famous historical figure had arrived.
Soon after, a torrent of village-establishing declarations filled the heavens. But only those using a Platinum Village Token could broadcast their message across the entire Eternal Continent. Countless others, who had obtained regular tokens and were quietly building their own settlements, remained unknown. There was no way to estimate how many of them existed.
But those who could obtain a Platinum Village Token were without exception legendary figures in history or main characters from various worlds, heaven's proud children.
[New Element Highlighted: Platinum Village Token]A rare and powerful artifact that allows the user to broadcast their village founding across the entire Eternal Continent. Signifies a major player.
"Interesting... A contest of heroes, dragons and snakes rising together, chaos birthing kings. What an exhilarating time to be alive!"
Yi Tianxing felt his blood boil. His qi surged restlessly, and his eyes gleamed with a light he'd never known before. This was something modern life could never provide—a world without rules.
To battle against the heavens—what joy!To battle against people—what joy!
Clutching the Platinum Village Token, he stood up, eyes scanning the valley.
The valley was enormous—like a giant basin. It lay beside mountains and rivers, easy to defend and hard to attack. Mountains encircled it, serving as a natural barrier against outside forces. A river flowed from south to north, endlessly.
The civilians and soldiers before him—they were the foundation.
Right now, what they needed most was a home. A place where their souls could find belonging.
"Everyone!!"
Yi Tianxing stepped in front of the crowd and began to speak:"Surely you all heard the heavenly voices just now. Some people are already establishing their villages, and not with ordinary means."
"The Myriad Worlds have merged, and countless overlords and geniuses from every realm are gathering here in the Eternal Continent. But whether they were emperors or martial tyrants before—here, we all start on the same line. No one is inherently nobler than anyone else. We have no home. No nation."
"But today, I will create a true home. A village that belongs to all of us."
As he spoke, the eyes of the people focused intensely on him, filled with anticipation. They wanted to see what he would do next.
Yi Tianxing moved toward the valley.
It was vast—too deep to explore for now. But the nearby riverbanks offered a wide, open view and easy access to the interior. After surveying the land, he held up the village token and drew his Tang Dao across his palm, letting blood stain the token red. The token absorbed the blood like a sponge and shot into the air, radiating a mystical brilliance that enveloped his body.
Yi Tianxing felt himself entering a mysterious space—vast and empty. Before him floated a plaque, still blank.
"The village name—Xuanhuang!!"
His words rang with divine authority, and a formless power carved two ancient characters into the plaque—玄黄 (Xuanhuang).
[New Element Highlighted: Xuanhuang]A symbolic name meaning "Black and Yellow"—representing chaos, primordial forces, and national identity. Referenced in ancient texts and prophecy.
Flash!
A brilliant white light burst forth, spreading out in every direction, covering a radius of three miles in an instant.
"I am Yi Tianxing. Today, I establish Xuanhuang Village. Here, all people shall be treated as equals. In this age of chaos, let us build a home together."
His voice reverberated across the entire Eternal Continent.
Elsewhere, far away...
A waterfall cascaded down a high mountain, with a modest village nestled nearby. Its only notable structure was a residence made from unknown wood—crude but elegant, with a central courtyard and several rooms. Around it, soldiers and civilians were cutting trees and building homes. A wooden archway nearby bore the ancient characters—Luoyang.
In the courtyard stood a tall man in grey robes, dragon-like in appearance, with sharp features and a commanding presence. His left leg bore seventy-two black spots. Though a bit rough around the edges, he had the aura of a king and carried a sword at his waist. Looking up at the sky, his face was solemn.
"Yi Tianxing… for him to obtain a Platinum Village Token… he's no ordinary man. The Eternal Continent is a battlefield of heroes. I will rebuild the Han Dynasty! My old prestige means little now—but we are all equals here. I, Liu Bang, might yet rise again."
Liu Bang muttered to himself.
He had already realized that his former status no longer gave him an advantage. In this wild land without civilization, he had no stage to use his skills. Worse, his identity might even make him a target.
Still, it could help him attract some loyal Han citizens or talents. How effective that would be, only time would tell.
In this world, whoever grew fastest would hold the most power. Everything depended on early accumulation.
This was why some emperors openly announced their villages across the land. The Platinum Village Token didn't require a public declaration. You could choose to develop quietly, avoiding attention.
Each had its pros and cons. Public announcements attracted followers but invited danger. Stealth ensured safety but slowed recruitment.
In this world, everyone had a shot. Even emperors could fall. Even street rats could become kings.
In another village...
A man in his twenties with a dignified yet rugged look raised his eyes to the heavens. It was Zhao Kuangyin, his expression grim.
"Xuanhuang Village... 'Dragons battle in the wild, their blood turns Xuanhuang'..."
"Fame may help at first, but to grow and thrive, I'll need talents—many of them. Only then can I establish an unshakable legacy. The Eternal Continent is far vaster than the Central Plains of my past. I must found the Great Song once again."
His fists clenched as he made his resolve.
As a founding emperor, he had unshakable will and superior mental resilience. Unlike others, there was only one Zhao Kuangyin in the Eternal Continent—he had to make it count.
Across the land, countless ambitious figures turned their thoughts toward their villages. But for now, the top priority was growth and survival. This was the age of villages—primitive, scattered, but full of potential.
Back in the valley…
The white light that had filled the land slowly dissipated. Before them now stood a newly formed residence made of unknown wood. Grand and ancient in style, facing south with a commanding presence.
Nearby, a plaque rose up from the earth, inscribed with two characters—玄黄 (Xuanhuang).
The villagers and soldiers gazed at the scene with awe. This act of divine creation, this miracle before their eyes, shook them to the core.
"A true man of greatness," thought Huang Chengyan, nodding silently to himself.
"A miracle... This is a miracle! There was nothing here moments ago, and now we have a whole residence and a plaque! This must be the work of an immortal!" someone cried, eyes filled with fervor.
"Indeed! Mister Yi possesses divine powers. With him, we can definitely rebuild our homeland and survive this chaos!"
Hope lit up in many eyes.
Hope.
Step. Step.
Footsteps echoed as Yi Tianxing walked out of the newly formed residence. Standing tall in the sunlight.
"Everyone—this is our home now. Xuanhuang Village. From now on, it doesn't matter who you are, how old you are, or where you're from. As long as you're willing, you're one of us. We'll support each other and survive this chaos together. Xuanhuang Village—where dragons fight in the wild, and their blood stains the land Xuanhuang. In this world of chaos, we shall carve out a home where we can live and thrive."
Yi Tianxing's voice rang clear.
"Greetings, Village Chief! We finally have a home now! We're all part of Xuanhuang Village!"Wang Dahu stepped forward and bowed. He looked brutish, but he was no fool.