Qin Zhaoyue looked at his somewhat illusory figure, her heart pounding.
I don't know how long this wisp of consciousness can last, or whether it will dissipate at any time.
She dared not delay any longer and quickly asked the most crucial question:
"Senior, could you tell me what exactly this thing in my head, this celestial compass, is?"
Xuanjizi was awakened from his reverie, looked at Qin Zhaoyue, and his gaze became solemn.
"The Heavenly Disc, the most precious artifact of the Heavenly Evolution Sect, little girl, have you heard of its myths?"
"Wait a minute!" Qin Zhaoyue's almond-shaped eyes widened, and her cherry lips parted slightly.
"Isn't this supposed to be a proper period drama? Why is it mixed with fantasy elements? This script is all wrong!"
"Wait a minute!" Even the old man Xuanjizi in the pillar of light was so startled that his white beard twitched.
What show?
"You don't know? We've traveled into a TV series."
Xuanjizi fell silent.
His illusory figure, composed of light and shadow, rippled slightly, as if processing the news.
However, he quickly shook his head in relief, and the wisps of light swayed accordingly:
"Forget it, forget it, why bother with this?"
What does it matter what world it is? My physical body is gone, so what difference does it make whether it's a drama or a book? It doesn't matter anymore.
"To get back to the main point, I have discovered that myths once existed in this world as well."
However, history underwent a severe break, as if erased by an invisible hand, leaving only scattered, barely discernible traces.
Qin Zhaoyue stopped laughing and sat upright on the stone stool, her hands obediently placed on her knees, her beautiful peach blossom eyes wide open.
Such advanced knowledge might overturn her understanding.
“Ordinary people have almost no knowledge of gods,” Xuanjizi continued.
"I once ventured deep into the forbidden area of the imperial palace and read countless secret scriptures and rare historical records."
After more than a decade of painstaking research and deduction, it is almost certain that...
Those tales of immortals who can fly, teleport, move mountains, fill seas, and live forever are not unfounded; they are based on real events!
"Hmm..."
Qin Zhaoyue's delicate nostrils twitched slightly as she gasped, feeling a slight tremor in her worldview.
A martial arts film suddenly transforms into a fantasy drama? That's a huge leap in difficulty...
Xuanjizi ignored her shock and continued his story.
"I suspect that the Tianyan Sect may have some connection with the lost ancient immortal sect's heritage."
"However, the sect's scriptures are also severely lacking. Even so, after reaching a certain level, the elders of the sect will almost always spend their entire lives pursuing that elusive 'Dao'."
"You know about the First-Rank Divine Martial Realm, right? That's the universally acknowledged pinnacle of martial arts in this world."
However, based on my extensive reading of ancient texts, the First Grade Realm is merely close to the Dao, not the true Dao itself.
Therefore, I speculate that there must be other realms above the First Grade Realm, and that might be the starting point for entering the path of immortality.
"But..." he sighed deeply, a sigh that seemed to carry the dust of time and a sense of helplessness.
"In this era, even those at the first-grade realm are extremely rare."
My true form is the one who judged that the Heavenly Plate, a sacred artifact of the Heavenly Evolution Sect, might contain a legacy leading to a higher realm.
That's why he chose to close that extremely dangerous gate, hoping for a last-ditch effort.
He gave a wry smile. "Well... you know the result."
Qin Zhaoyue felt her head buzzing, tilted her head, and asked with a puzzled look:
"But senior, you are already the sect master of the Tianyan Sect, holding a high position and great power, and your strength has reached the second rank."
There are probably only a handful of people in this world who can threaten you.
Why bother pursuing that elusive 'Tao'?
Wouldn't it be better to just be the best in the world, living a peaceful and stable life?
Upon hearing this, Xuanjizi slowly raised his head, his gaze piercing through the beam of light and looking into the vast, ethereal darkness.
The entire phantom was permeated with an indescribable loneliness, as if it stood at the highest peak, looking down on all living beings.
"Because... it's lonely at the top."
You don't understand. Being in a near-invincible, all-encompassing position for so long is incredibly boring.
He paused, and a barely perceptible glint seemed to flash in his ethereal eyes.
"Moreover, if one finds the 'Dao' and embarks on the path to immortality, perhaps... one can find a way back."
After revealing his true feelings, the old man looked up at the person opposite him, and then...
"Hey! Girl, what's with that expression on your face?"
He clearly caught a glimpse of the undisguised disgust on the girl's face.
Qin Zhaoyue rolled her eyes dramatically without any hesitation, and pouted.
"They're just bored and have nothing better to do!"
If it were me, I'd rather die than do it; I'd just muddle along.
What's so great about being at the top and feeling lonely? Isn't the view from the top good?
Aren't gold and silver treasures appealing? Aren't fine wines and delicacies tempting? Why make things difficult for yourself?
The two stared at each other, wide-eyed.
"Hmph! We have different paths, so we cannot work together!" Xuanjizi huffed and flicked his sleeves.
"Okay, okay..." Qin Zhaoyue waved her hand dismissively.
Despite saying that, she actually understood deep down.
Perhaps this fellow villager still had some lingering attachments from his past life.
As for herself, she wasn't really fixated on whether or not she should go back.
Why go back? To continue being a corporate slave, living a 996-day work week?
Here, she is a genuine and incomparably noble imperial princess. Isn't it wonderful to just lie down and enjoy herself?
“Sir,” Qin Zhaoyue leaned closer curiously, “where were you from in your past life?”
"Beijing-Tianjin-Weihai!"
"Oh, oh," Qin Zhaoyue's eyes lit up, mimicking the tone from her memory, deliberately exaggerating and drawing out the sound:
"What a bunch of scoundrels! These women don't seem like decent men!"
Xuanjizi's illusory figure visibly stiffened for a moment. "If you can't explain it, you don't have to force yourself."
"Hehe," Qin Zhaoyue chuckled mischievously, continuing her gossip, "So, what were you doing in your past life?"
"cook."
"Oh~~~" Qin Zhaoyue suddenly realized, "No wonder your celestial compass manifested as a pot, so it's your old profession."
"What, you look down on cooks?"
"Bullshit!" Qin Zhaoyue retorted immediately, her eyes shining with sincerity. "I love chefs the most. Hmm... specifically, chefs who cook incredibly delicious food."
The two chatted idly, exchanging jokes and banter.
Qin Zhaoyue was now completely certain that the "pot" senior in front of her was indeed a fellow villager from the same place and era as her, and not a product of her imagination.
Although she didn't fully understand some of the very detailed information that the other party mentioned, which only existed in that era, she was able to judge whether it was true or false.
After chatting for a while, Qin Zhaoyue finally remembered the important matter and asked seriously:
"Old man, how did I end up in this ghost... uh, this cave?"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
