Carrying the insights and resolve refined through their journey across the Three Realms, the brother and sister bowed together before the throne.
Shan Jue stepped forward first, unfurling the phantom image of his legal code, its clauses flowing like stellar orbits:
"Father, the current *Code of Heavenly Principles* contains three vulnerabilities that allow the creditors to implant malignant contracts. I have drafted amendments to repair the law. Supporting this requires establishing a 'Three Realms Investigation Bureau,' with a staff of three hundred judges stationed at key nodes across the Three Realms."
Qian Hui then raised her hand, projecting a three-dimensional blueprint of civil affairs, within which energy flows were clearly visible:
"Father, the stockpiling of discarded memories in Heaven has reached dangerous levels, and the conversion efficiency of negative emotions in Hell is less than thirty percent. I have designed a bidirectional purification circuit and a public welfare distribution network. This requires adding twelve hundred 'Cycle Officers' and restructuring the budget framework of the Welfare Temple."
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As Pangu listened, his gaze shifted from solemnity to blazing intensity. As the last word settled, he suddenly struck the armrest of his divine throne, the sound shaking the entire hall:
"Brilliant! If Wan Quan were here, he would burn stars in celebration for you."
His tone abruptly turned grave: "But celebration is premature—our time is running out."
"Before the creditors launch their next covert move, all of this must be made reality. They will never stand idly by as we repair the imbalances in the Heavenly Dao's cycle... That would utterly shatter their ambition to devour this realm."
The air in the great hall grew taut as a fully drawn bowstring. Pangu rose slowly, the light of creation swirling around him seeming to condense, solidifying into a sheathed blade.
"Now, constrained by the laws of the supreme deities, they dare only nibble at us from the shadows. But even if they hold their position, the sickness of the old system will eventually drag us down into the abyss."
He gazed at the brother and sister, each word striking like a hammer on stone:
"At this moment, there is only one path to choose—burn the ships and cut off retreat."
As his voice fell, he placed both hands upon the two blueprints. The light of creation poured into them, transforming into an irreversible activation covenant.
"Your proposals are approved.
Shan Jue, from this day forth, amend the law and establish the bureau. I grant you the authority to initiate the judicial system.
Qian Hui, from this day forth, lay the network and build the institutions. I grant you the authority to execute administrative matters."
He closed his eyes, and the divine markings on his forehead suddenly brightened—**this was long-distance telepathic transmission, converting the entire conversation just held, the blueprint details, the vulnerability analysis, even the urgency of the creditor threat, into a condensed torrent of information, directly poured into the consciousness residing deep within the source of order, who knew nothing of this specific plan.** Simultaneously, an unequivocal command arrived:
"**Wan Quan, this is the complete case. You are to oversee all divine duty allocation and fate coverage. The selection, training, deployment of the fifteen hundred new personnel, and the adjustments to their required fate trajectories during their seventy-year execution period in the human world, are all under your full authority. Ensure the right people are in the right places at the right times. Success or failure hinges on this.**"
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**Year One (Human Calendar)**:
The month the Three Realms Investigation Bureau was established, a large-scale riot of resentful souls erupted on the border of Hell—a calamity originally meant to last thirty years was quelled within three months because three newly appointed judges **"happened"** to have an epiphany and join forces at the riot's core.
**Year Ten**:
The purification circuits operated at full capacity for the first time, and Heaven's memory clouds began to dissipate. That same year, three drought-stricken areas in the human world **"unexpectedly"** received nourishing rain, doubling crop yields—no one knew it was Qian Hui's network drawing away the excess calamitous emotions and converting them into vitality.
**Year Thirty-Five**:
The **shadow of karmic debt** that had once seeped through the Three Realms like rust showed the first signs of receding. In a region of the human world originally plagued by frequent warfare and widespread famine, strange sights began to appear: barren land repairing itself, dry wells gushing with clear water, infant mortality rates dropping to unimaginable lows. Local shamans witnessed in their dreams—the loom of fate was rewriting the very fabric of this land.
**Year Fifty**:
Shan Jue's legal amendments completed their third iteration. Malignant contracts in the world had become as rare and fleeting as morning dew under the sun.
By this time, the spectrum of human civilization displayed a new texture:
- **Fluid Cities**: Settlements no longer remained fixed to the land but migrated slowly, following the energy rhythms of the purification circuits. Building materials could absorb emotional echoes, transforming collective tranquility into a soft, glowing light. At night, entire cities resembled gentle clusters of stars fallen to earth.
- **Courts Without Litigation**: The precedents of the Investigation Bureau were woven into worldly common sense. Most disputes dissolved before they could sprout, mediated by the "Empathy Weave"—people could temporarily exchange perspectives before specific shrines, seeing the causes they had sown in the other's fate lines. Law shifted from punishment to healing, with judges more often guiding the repair of imbalanced cycles.
- **Memory Harvests**: The purified memory fragments from Heaven, refined by the Cycle Officers into "Seeds of Enlightenment." Farmers sowed them into fields, and the grains that grew carried subtle threads of inherited wisdom; artisans fused them into tools, and the crafted instruments held echoes of past masters' touch. Civilization was no longer transmitted solely through scrolls; knowledge seeped silently through clothing, food, shelter, and travel.
- **Fate Crafting**: Some trained mortals could briefly perceive the vibrations of their own fate threads. They developed a unique skill of "trajectory carving"—not changing fate, but using meditation to adjust the frequency of their thoughts, allowing approaching events to integrate more harmoniously into the texture of their lives. The spread of this skill imbued the entire society with a profound and serene atmosphere.
**Year Seventy**:
The final strand of the **curse of the Primordial Debt**—the vicious cycle accumulated from the imbalances of the Heavenly Dao—evaporated at dawn.
**The Human World at this moment**:
- **Energy**: Free, clean, on-demand purified emotional energy permeated all realms, replacing all polluting sources.
- **Healthcare**: As "illness" was often fundamentally an imbalance in the Heavenly Dao's cycles or an accumulation of negative energy, the Cycle Officer network rendered most diseases historical footnotes. Average lifespans surpassed a century, with old age free from sickness and pain.
- **Society**: Law (extended from Shan Jue's Code of Heavenly Principles) and welfare (realized through Qian Hui's distribution network) fit together perfectly, eliminating extreme wealth disparity and systemic injustice at their root. Crime rates were nearly zero, as any nascent malice was gently guided and dissolved by fate before it could manifest.
- **Civilization**: Art, philosophy, and technology developed explosively. Humanity no longer struggled for survival but focused on creation and self-actualization. The overall societal well-being and spiritual level far surpassed any utopian blueprint imaginable by even the most developed nations on Earth today.
And the moment this seventy-year quiet revolution's gears first meshed began in that hall, with that report met with no applause, and with a complete stream of thought sent across the void into the mind of a silent executor.
The Lord of Order never attended that meeting.
But the blueprint and instructions he received were precise down to every punctuation mark.
And the results he delivered were perfect down to every hour.