Book 9 :

I slumbered once again, only waking up a couple hundred million years later.

Irs and Ichia had done well.

On a side note, they also managed to discover how to remove an Eternal Shadows’ Essence, destroying all they could find. Somewhat of a shame, if I may say. I liked them.

Still, I was very happy.

It wasn’t bad that the Eternal Shadows had been destroyed. They had been accumulating a large amount of magic power, so having Irs and Ichia absorb that was a good thing.

After these millions of years, their teachings had spread quite far and wide.

Demons, angels and gods were no more.

A few scarce dragons still existed, barely being able to breath.

Soon they would vanish.

Tiphoon also needed not any kind of terrain change. The Qi veins remained balanced as nature began to take reigns instead of demi-gods and whatever. Magic Power had been given and distributed to those who accepted Irs and Ichias’ training, and they contributed for the cause of finding balance of Qi in Tiphoon as well.

The Era had progressed much faster than I had anticipated.

Still, Irs and Ichia were tired.

Terribly tired.

Once I approached Tiphoon, they greeted me with much sadness and despair in their eyes.

Eternal life means eternal pain. One is not supposed to remember millions of years of tribulation.

How should one like me live, if I myself also would have to face this problem if I couldn’t put myself to sleep?

I know not.

They bowed deeply.

I decided to accept their request. Soon, their Seeds were in my hands, and their now useless bodies had been absorbed.

It was time to start harvest.

Tiphoon had have almost one and a half billion years of Seeds being given to generation after generation of living beings - when the population on the planet increased beyond the reincarnation threshold, new seeds would come into being.

And if there is a single being like me close enough to it, as some leave the reincarnation cycle, new seeds will keep being given to any new rational being which is born, no matter its race.

However, as these seeds will have almost no Magic Power to be nourished with, they would take many billions of years to mature.

Tiphoon will be dead, consumed by its sun, much before it has as many grown seeds as earth.

And therefore, now is the time to change the Seeds.

Now that there are complete Seeds, scattered all around the world.

I raised my hand, the Complete Seeds of Irs and Ichia flying on top of my hand. Three others where together with them. I suppose they cared for their kin, personally reincarnating their Seeds repeatedly until they could reach their own level.

Soon, the old Immortals’ Seeds were not the only ones on my hands.

In fact, all the Complete Seeds in the world had gathered there.

Again, Hundreds of Millions died.

I wondered, was the Seed of the old World Tree there as well? Had it managed to obtain completion?

I knew not. And it mattered not.

It was just a Tree in the end.

I poured Magic Power in the Seeds, and they consumed it. I didn’t pour my own, however. I poured Magic Power from Tartarus, until it was almost dry.

The poor inorganic lifeforms on it lose their lives in a single moment.

Still, it is for the best. Tartarus shall receive a gift after I am done.