352: Chapter 352 Ten Thousand Years Later! Su Qingyu's Waiting

Ten thousand years.

It was not long, yet it was not short.

For ordinary beings, it is a chasm that cannot be crossed in a hundred reincarnations. For a civilization, it is a complete cycle from birth to prosperity and then to decline. For the universe, it is but an insignificant spray in the long river of time.

But for Lin Chen, these ten thousand years were just right.

Ten thousand years later.

In the void of the Tenth Dimension, the three thousand resurrected civilizations had been completely rebuilt. They floated in different star domains, emitting their own unique radiance—some as brilliant as the sun, some as warm as jade, some as blazing as fire, and some as deep as an abyss.

Every civilization had its own name, its own history, and its own future.

The "Origin" civilization, that most ancient existence, had now become the cultural center of the Tenth Dimension. Countless tourists flocked from the All Heavens and Myriad Realms just to catch a glimpse of the first epoch's style. Their consciousness bodies still floated in the light, but they had learned to communicate with the outside world and had even begun to accept outsiders.

The "Eden" Civilization, the one Lin Chen had personally resurrected, had now developed highly advanced technology. Their starships shuttled between various dimensions, their artworks were collected by countless people, and their scholars were invited to lecture in major civilizations. The scholar who once asked "Is there meat in the cafeteria?" had now become an elder of the Eden Civilization; his favorite thing to do every day was to tell stories of the resurrection to the younger generation.

The "Aka" Civilization, the one that invented currency, had now become a financial center. In their exchanges, trillions of funds flowed every day. But most miraculously, they had invented a new currency—"Memory Coins," which could be used to exchange memories for wealth, or wealth for memories.

The "Light-Speaker" civilization, the one that invented advertising, had now become a communication center. Their billboards were spread throughout the All Heavens and Myriad Realms, but the most popular were the public service announcements about "being remembered." At the end of every advertisement, a line of text would appear: "Whomever you remember, exists."

Three thousand civilizations, three thousand ways of living.

But they all had one thing in common: they remembered Lin Chen.

They remembered the person who, ten thousand years ago, used the Capital Law to pull them back from Oblivion.

In the center of the Tenth Dimension, there was a floating palace.

The palace was not large, with only three courtyards, yet it occupied the best position in the entire Tenth Dimension—facing the center of the three thousand civilizations. Every day, the radiance of all civilizations could be seen from there.

This was Lin Chen's residence.

For ten thousand years, he had lived here.

At this moment, he sat on a rocking chair in the courtyard, holding a cup of tea in his hand.

The tea was Ice Spring Brew, a special tribute from the Icebound Star Domain. After ten thousand years of refinement, it was no longer a simple beverage but a medium that allowed people to recall the past. With every sip, one could see a fragment of past memories.

Lin Chen sipped his tea, watching the radiance of those civilizations, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.

The sound of footsteps came from behind him.

He did not look back.

"You're here?"

The footsteps stopped.

"I'm here."

It was Su Qingyu.

For ten thousand years, she had come here once every hundred years. Each time she stayed for three years, then went back to handle the affairs of the Reincarnation Mutual Aid Society. One cycle every three hundred years; in ten thousand years, it had been exactly thirty-three times.

She walked to Lin Chen's side and sat down in the rocking chair next to him.

"How long do you plan to stay this time?"

Lin Chen thought for a moment.

"I don't know. Perhaps until you leave."

Su Qingyu smiled.

That smile was exactly the same as it was ten thousand years ago.

"I can only stay for two years this time. A few new youngsters have arrived at the Reincarnation Mutual Aid Society, and I need to guide them."

Lin Chen nodded.

"Two years is fine too."

The two of them just sat there, watching the radiance of those civilizations.

A long time later, Su Qingyu asked softly:

"Has Origin come looking for you?"

Lin Chen shook his head.

"No. It's been ten thousand years, and there hasn't been a single movement."

Su Qingyu looked at the deep blue mark on his brow.

"Will it really come?"

Lin Chen smiled.

"It will. It said so—after ten thousand years."

Su Qingyu fell silent.

Three seconds later, she asked:

"Are you afraid?"

Lin Chen raised an eyebrow.

"Afraid of what?"

"Afraid it will force you to inherit."

Lin Chen shook his head.

"No. It can't force me."

Su Qingyu looked at him.

"Why?"

Lin Chen pointed at the radiance of those civilizations.

"Because I have them."

"Three thousand civilizations, three million years of waiting, ten thousand years of reconstruction. These are all my capital."

"If it wants to force me, it has to ask them if they agree first."

Su Qingyu fell silent.

Then she smiled.

"You're still the same."

Lin Chen looked at her.

"What way?"

"The way that makes one want to scold you, yet also want to thank you."

Lin Chen was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

"You said those words ten thousand years ago."

Su Qingyu nodded.

"I know. But I still wanted to say it."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

In the distance, the radiance of those civilizations continued to flicker.

Every beam of light represented an existence that had once been forgotten.

Every beam of light was telling the same story:

It's good to be alive.

Two years later.

Su Qingyu stood before the teleportation array, looking at Lin Chen.

"I'm leaving."

Lin Chen nodded.

"Be careful on the road."

Su Qingyu looked at him, hesitating to speak.

Three seconds later, she said:

"If Origin really comes, don't shoulder it alone."

Lin Chen raised an eyebrow.

"Then you'll help me shoulder it?"

Su Qingyu nodded.

"Yes. I'll help you shoulder it."

Lin Chen was silent for a second.

Then he smiled.

"Okay."

Su Qingyu stepped into the teleportation array.

The light brightened, and she disappeared into the void.

Lin Chen stood where he was, looking in the direction where the light had vanished.

A long time later, he said softly:

"Ten thousand years. It's been long enough."

He turned and looked at the radiance of those civilizations.

"It's time to go back."

In the distance, the radiance of the three thousand civilizations flickered simultaneously.

As if saying:

"We are waiting for you."