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Bai Long.
Age: 1939.
Signature: Where the mighty tigers lie by the soaring skies, dragons hide within emerald jade belts.
upation: Taoist Priest.
Bai Long has been invited to join the "Nine Provinces Chat Group".
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Binhai.
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Garden City No. 404.
The moment Zhou Yi received the group invitation, he subconsciously summoned the Xuanwu Divine Armor and swept his Divine Sense over a range of several miles to ensure there were no traces of mana.
"Could it be the mysterious powerhouse who secretly controls the Nine Provinces?"
He took out a fortune-telling bamboo cup from his storage bag, cast a minor divination spell, and gently shook it until the divination sticks fell to the ground.
All is well.
Zhou Yi breathed a sigh of relief, as the ck Tortoise Armor turned back into a turtle shell, and then he performed another divination with the lesser version of the calctions.
"So it turns out that themunication number I left behind in the past was actually discovered by someone."
Since it wasn’t the observation of a strong power, after a bit of thought, Zhou Yi confirmed the addition to the chat group through the ssics.
"Wee, neer!"
"I’m begging you, send a red packet."
"Fellow Daoist, where do you cultivate?"
"..."
Several consecutive messages, stripped of cringe-worthy words like ’poor Daoist’ and ’cultivation,’ were no different from a normal chat group.
Zhou Yi changed his nickname in the group to Bai Zhenjun and said, "Poor Daoist is the Supreme Elder of the East Sea Earth Fire Pce!"
Truthfully, no one believed such cringeworthy derations, but they managed to elicit reactions from many fellow Daoists.
Chiyan True Monarch: "Hahaha, Poor Daoist has finally condensed a Golden Core!"
Aurora Master: "What’s a Golden Core? Poor Daoist, through ceaseless cultivation day and night, has reached the stage of Spirit Division!"
Sun Zhenren: "After working overtime for three consecutive days and nights, I’m about to transcend to immortality."
Chixing: "Are there still such sweatshops nowadays?"
Chiyan True Monarch: "Darkness without daylight, once Poor Daoist exits seclusion, it’s time for another XX!"
Chiyan True Monarch has been muted for 1 hour!
"..."
Zhou Yi smiled knowingly, browsed the group files, and found a wealth of Daoist scriptures, cultivation techniques, and peculiar alchemy recipes that sounded like dark cuisine, purportedly leading to ascension if consumed!
"Alchemy downloads are the most numerous!"
After pondering for a moment, Zhou Yi rapidlyposed several nourishing medicinal decoction recipes, simplifying the rare ingredients within, which reduced the effects by arge margin but also brought costs down by more than tenfold.
He uploaded the medicinal decoction documents, waiting for someone destined to try them.
Ding ding ding!
Xuan Ling True Monarch requests to add you as a friend.
Zhou Yi, with a calction, learned the intention of the group leader, agreed to the request, and they exchanged "sped fist" emojis.
Soon after, they had a profound and clear conversation, starting from Taoist teachings to Buddhist sutras and then to Confucianism. Even though Xuan Ling True Monarch professed to have studied the three teachings thoroughly, he was no match for Zhou Yi.
Xuan Ling True Monarch: "Fellow Daoist is immensely talented, far surpassing me!"
Bai Zhenjun became a group admin.
After discussing Taoism for half an hour, the group chat had already umted 99 messages, all because of a picture Xiao Ran had posted.
Everyone discussed back and forth, unable to reach any conclusions, which led to many other unsolved mysteries, such as the walls of Immortal Capital City remaining indestructible for a thousand years, their hardness far surpassing normal bluestone.
Upon searching for Immortal Capital City walls on the inte, Zhou Yi was immediately met with various interpretations, iming it to be the biggest unsolved mystery in Cloud Continent!
Many folk experts and professors asserted that the Immortal Capital was built by the Da Qian with the help of extraterrestrials, because the Imperial Court’s manpower and technology of the time couldn’t possibly have created such tough and tall walls!
And where might the extraterrestrials be?
Naturally beyond the Nine Heavens Gang Wind or at the ends of the Four Seas, which is another mystery unsolved!
Folk scientists are the masters of self-justification, after all, you can’t prove them wrong!
Nowadays, Zhou’s technology can onlyunch signal satellites up to theyer of Gang Wind, floating in the sky with the help of wind, beyond that, exploration is extremely difficult.
Looking back on the history of Immortal Capital City with the perspective of someone who has been through it all, Zhou Yi found it quite amusing.
"Looks like everyone’s drunk and I’m the only one awake!"
Another search for ’unsolved mysteries’ instantly brought up top ten, top hundred, and so on, involving various aspects of astronomy and geology.
Zhou Yi scanned the web pages quickly with his Divine Sense, filtering out useful information.
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For instance, why did Red Continent transform into a desert, who carved the statues and inscriptions of Buddha Continent, why are pce ruins frequently discovered in the deep mountains and ancient forests, and does Kunlun Fairy Mountain truly exist...
Modern technology far surpasses the ancients in exploring the world.
The remains of the Dan Ding Sect are one of the top ten unsolved mysteries, acimed as Cloud Continent’srgest pceplex, with an area exceeding that of Immortal Capital City. However, their crumbling walls and ruins make it difficult to trace their origins.
After the explosion of technology, cultivationpletely became an illusion.
Many unsolved mysteries rely on the hope of overseas visitors, extraterrestrial arrivals, or even the civilization at the Earth’s core.
Only a minority suffering from severe adolescent fantasies still firmly believe that immortals exist in the world, and that all unsolved mysteries were created by these immortals or left behind from their magical duels.
Soon.
Zhou Yi had looked through all the unsolved mysteries of the Nine Provinces and could pretend to be an expert in mysticism during casual conversations.
"What a pity, I haven’t discovered the hardest object in the world."
After careful research and contemtion, Zhou Yi decided to open an unconventional antique shop, specializing in studying ancient items that technology could not exin. There might be some good finds.
The primary target would naturally be the sealed artifacts of the old monsters, followed by degenerated magical treasures and spiritual objects, which could also be nurtured in Kunlun Cave Heaven.
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Half a monthter.
Zhou Yi had legally acquired an identity card.
After dealing with various cards, the Xuanwu Divine Armor turned into a id shirt, making him unremarkable in the crowd.
During this time, he had been surfing the inte and searching for information on the various nations of the Nine Provinces Continent, as well as experiencing ying Yasuo twenty times. With the reflexes of a Golden Elixir True Monarch, he ughtered opponents as easily as cutting vegetables.
"Being invincible is truly lonely!"
Zhou Yi took a swig of soda and booked a ne ticket online.
From Binhai to Immortal Capital City, first ss.
Zhou Yi never stinted on himself; back when he was in prison, he would dly spend ten thousand taels at Spring Breeze Building. Now the several billion in his card were just a string of numbers.
Binhai belongs to a century-old new city, a first-tier city in the great Zhou, but its heritage is too thin and doesn’t suit the tastes of a creature as ancient as he.
The airne took off.
Zhou Yi looked out the window, watching the clouds billowing and the waves churning. It was a different kind of interestpared to cloud-riding.
He cast a spell, leaving an illusion of himself in his seat, apparently asleep.
His body turned into a streak of light and darted out of the ne, continuing to fly high into the sky until entering the Nine Heavens Gang Wind, heading west with a calction of his fingers.
After a long time.
A satellite wrapped in steel was within reach, perhaps called by another name, looking somewhat simr to the ones from his previous life.
Zhou Yi circled the satellite several times. His divine sense infiltrated it and imprinted the structural blueprints into his mind to refine a simr magical treasure when he had time, testing if he could establish awork.
His mana prated the satellite’s shell, sensing the materialposition.
"This material seems to be... refined iron!"
Zhou Yi eximed in surprise, which was both unexpected and reasonable.
Ever since learning online that satellites hovered in the Gang Wind, Zhou Yi had been curious to see for himself, thinking he could use technological means to substitute for the basic materials in artifact refining.
"The refining process of this refined iron has obvious artifact refining techniques!"
But deep down, Zhou Yi felt somewhat disappointed. Cutting-edge technology had not escaped the old confines of the path of cultivation, with the influence of the Cultivation World deeply embedded in every aspect of Cloud Continent.
"Technology has only developed for two to three hundred years, not even a fraction of the millennia of the path of cultivation. Even with the help of collective effort, it will be hard to make a leap in a short time!"
The arts of cultivation and the four arts involve gic evolution, space maniption, and time eleration…
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Immortal Capital City.
The legacy of Fengyang Country continues to this day, an ancient capital of two thousand years.
After disembarking the ne, Zhou Yi smelled a familiar scent and looked up at the hazy sky.
"Should I cast a purification spell? Forget it, it would be too sensational!"
ustomed to entering the city through the East Gate, Zhou Yi walked on the main streets of the capital, surrounded by towering buildings. The low ancient structures of the past were long gone.
Here and there, ancient-style buildings existed only in appearance, designed to attract tourists.
Upon reaching the inner loop, near Ningde Fang, most structures were traditional buildings with no more than six stories.
As Zhou Yi passed by the Heavenly Prison, he saw people buying tickets at the entrance. Upon inquiry, he learned it had be a famous tourist attraction. It was said to offer a prisoner experience package, including but not limited to prison attire, iron shackles, and flogging.
"Hiss! I can’t understand the hobbies of young people; this has be a paid project?"
Zhou Yi had no interest in experiencing it, having served literally a century as staff. He followed the familiar streets to his old residence, only to find a stone tablet at the gate.
—Son Wu’s Former Residence!
The tablet engraved Son Wu’s life story, with his birth and origins recorded as per the official records of that time, and a question mark for the time of death. It briefly mentioned his deeds, highlighting that he was the proprietor of There Is a Tavern and sheltered members of the Red Alliance in its early days.
The historical evaluation branded him as a meritorious phnthropist!
Zhou Yi nced at the guards at the entrance and the sign reading "Do not enter uninvited," shook his head helplessly, and left.