Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 800 - 47 The Changes in the Thousand-Year Dynasty World

The flames of the Thousand-Year Dynasty have been extinguished.

The iron fist of the new government has shattered the last illusions of the remnants of the old regime.

In truth, this dream should have awakened long ago, but some people still believed they could use the restoration of the Former Dynasty as leverage to negotiate terms with the President.

But reality proved this was utterly useless.

When the Foreigners are dominant, they never reason.

Now that the President has regained his strength, he won’t reason with anyone either.

As the leading figure of the Royalist Party, Kong Ting ultimately met his demise, along with the annihilation of his family, leaving nothing but a scattered and powerless group unable to regain influence anytime soon.

Even fools now understand that this is a hopeless cause.

When a person’s dreams are shattered, the things born of those dreams naturally disintegrate into dust as well.

The last time Wang Yunxiao came to the Thousand-Year Dynasty World, this Imperial City still held a semblance of grandeur. The garrison soldiers at King Mu’s Mansion were strong and disciplined; it seemed they might still manage to barely scrape by for a time.

But in just a few short months, this Imperial City had transformed into ruins filled with crumbling walls and remnants of destruction.

"The last time we came, we witnessed the giant dragon attacking the city."

Youtiao quietly explained to Wang Yunxiao.

"Where did the dragon come from?"

"No idea..."

This was a mysterious force they had never encountered before.

Wang Yunxiao picked up the intelligence report provided by the Special Service Bureau and examined it closely.

The Dragon Worship Church.

This enigmatic religion had only emerged in recent years, with a complex composition and undeniable strength.

The church based its teachings on Hinduism but recruited a significant number of Western dragon clan members, while revering the Eastern Divine Dragon—a noteworthy stylistic contradiction.

According to the Dragon Worship Church, the universe was created by the Primordial Great Dragon God, whose breath brought forth the rise and fall of three thousand worlds. The Dragon God’s descendants were scattered across the globe and had once ruled Earth for countless ages.

In the past, humans had merely been slaves to the dragon clan.

However, with the Great Dragon God falling into slumber, his descendants gradually lost their powers, devolving into beasts, and were forced to relinquish their dominant throne.

Now, they had come to the East in search of the Holy Relics left behind by the Great Dragon God—to proclaim his existence...

In essence, they were here to educate the "Yellow-Skinned People" about what it truly meant to be offspring of dragons.

In this world, the disappearance of the Eastern "dragon" concept certainly seemed strange to Wang Yunxiao, but it didn’t appear to be a matter of great consequence.

After all, there were countless Divine Beasts comparable to dragons—phoenixes, qilins, and so on...

Imagine someone telling you that you’re not a descendant of phoenixes, and that you should feel ashamed of yourself—how would you feel?

Lunacy!

Dragons are even present in the Chinese zodiac; no one has ever seen one, and yet it hasn’t interfered with meals or sleep.

The reason the Dragon Worship Church had garnered attention wasn’t because of their peculiar fixation, but because of their formidable prowess—despite direct clashes with the Special Service Bureau, they hadn’t been eradicated.

Though ultimately victorious, the cost was steep.

Even their local Fluttering Moth spirit had nearly failed its evolution and been struck by heavenly lightning.

The opposing faction’s main entity—presumably their main entity—a giant dragon calling itself Tiamat was dismembered, forced to emulate the Great Demon King Piccolo with an egg-based rebirth to narrowly escape death, and was now detained for ideological reeducation in a school.

Yet the Dragon Worship Church still possessed the strength to fight.

Another dragon, Paladin, had led the remnants of the Dragon Worship Church into the Thousand-Year Dynasty World, establishing a settlement deep within the Dark Wilderness.

Due to human resource considerations, the Special Service Bureau refrained from carrying out an annihilation campaign against them.

Aside from the Dragon Worship Church, several other forces had also carved out their own territories in the Thousand-Year Dynasty World.

This cursed place was poor—so barren that not even birds would lay eggs, nor birds exist.

But it had the advantages of safety and stability.

It lay at the most stable border of Ming Country’s outer dimensions; as long as the Real World could withstand the seismic impacts of temporal tides, this area would remain unproblematic.

The ideology of feudal dynasties, passed down for thousands of years, was deeply ingrained in the consciousness of its people and hard to shake. Yet, for the same reason, it wouldn’t spawn any bizarre anomalies.

At most, in times of desperation, the people might cry out: "Are lords and kings born superior?!"

This formed the core underlying logic cycle of the Thousand-Year Dynasty World.

Extremely simple. Pure and direct, without intricate embellishments.

Wang Yunxiao lowered the intelligence report and glanced around. This place no longer felt as haunted and eerie as it did during his previous visit.

Back then, even with the Chess Herald opening the gate, they could only enter the Thousand-Year Dynasty World on the fifteenth of each month.

But this time, with the support of the Astronomy Bureau, they had enjoyed a group teleportation service.

Directly transmitted from the Real World to the outer regions of the city.

Most of the idle residential houses here had already been ravaged by war, yet they now brimmed with human activity.

Looking around, everywhere were the former Great Wilderness Nomads.

No longer did they blankly chase the lights of the Imperial City. They now seemed to possess a vague sense of purpose, roaming amid the ruins and stooping to scavenge trash from the ground.

A cavalryman leading his horse passed by Wang Yunxiao. The horse carried two baskets filled with odds and ends—extinguished lanterns, broken wooden furniture, even pots and pans.

"Seems like they’re trying to live life now,"

Youtiao couldn’t help but remark.

If you’re dead, of course there’s no need to improve your living conditions. For them to display such awareness at least suggested they had regained some semblance of humanity.

They were even capable of rational thought now, no longer blindly rushing forward like they used to.

That cavalryman clearly noticed Wang Yunxiao and his companions. He eyed their equipment with interest but, after contemplating for a moment, decided not to court trouble. Pretending not to see them, he bent his head and walked away.

They were no longer ordinary, aimless wandering mobs.

Wang Yunxiao remained expressionless, leading his group to follow behind these refugees onto the main street, where the pungent scent of sandalwood wafted from afar.

Someone was burning incense.

A gaunt, skeletal Foreign Monk with a full beard and burn scars on his bald head carried a staff adorned with a brass incense burner the size of a soccer ball. The brass burner swung back and forth as he walked.

The pungent sandalwood scent seemed to be especially favored by the nomads, who instinctively approached him, forming a long procession that trailed behind the monk toward the outskirts of the city.

This was one of the incense burner monks from the Dragon Worship Church.

According to intelligence reports, these monks used specially crafted incense to attract nomads, leading them to settlements in the wilderness depths.

Even the most useless creatures could serve a purpose.

As revolting as cockroaches are, they still have medicinal utility.

One way or another, these nomads required handling; otherwise, if left to congregate unchecked, they might eventually establish a second Imperial City.

Since the incense burner monks of the Dragon Worship Church were willing to take on this task, it was better to allow them to proceed without interference. As long as there was no necessity, it was best not to provoke them.

Future matters can wait.