Raymond, Li Jie, and Bai Xie are determined to be widowed to the end; Lingren won't even think about it until he meets the right person; Crow... Crow is a bit dim-witted and hasn't thought about having a wife at all, spending his days busy with Lu Jin'an's affairs.

Aside from these trivial matters, the implementation of the new plan has entered the middle of its second phase.

All three approaches in the new plan have been validated in the research, and the "golden drug" has begun to be used under strict control by qualified families and research institutes. Once the technology matures, it will enter the clinical trial phase.

At this time, Chang Le, who had not appeared for a whole month, was speculated to be going to explore the first god-level secret realm in the Central Plains - the Shennong Secret Realm.

Netizen:

"Of the three divine-level secret realms in our Central Plains, Chang Le has already successfully emerged from the [Creation Realm], which was created by the evil god; the [Dragon Tomb Realm] goes without saying, that realm is right in someone else's home, and as the descendant of the Dragon Emperor, she must have been there too. Finally, there's only the [Agricultural Realm], which Chang Le hasn't visited yet. I bet she'll be going there next!"

"The other secret realms are nothing but plain porridge and side dishes; only the Farmer's Secret Realm is worthy of Lord Chang Le!"

"What idiotic statement! The Secret Realm isn't some kind of glory halo, does it even deserve that?"

"To be fair, the secret realm is still very dangerous. Don't flatter us to death. If something happens to Chang Le, it will be a loss for the whole world."

"I've said it all, but a god-level secret realm is no joke."

"The [Agricultural Mystic Realm] is truly native to our Central Plains. Just the outer layer of poisonous miasma alone is inaccessible to anyone below the eighth level. I estimate Chang Le's cultivation is at the ninth level. Let's look forward to it."

...

Meanwhile, Chang Le, the subject of everyone's discussion, was at the Dragon Tomb Nine Provinces Shrine.

In September in the north, the chill of autumn is already in the air.

The autumn wind, carrying a bone-chilling cold, swirls up the yellow sand of the Jiuzhou Temple.

Beneath the star map, at the end of the Milky Way, at the foot of the tombstone, Chang Le sat there with his legs bent.