Chapter 7

The fifth scientific revolution?

Could it be the cultivation era?

Cang Luo couldn’t help thinking of the martial artists of Yuanwu Continent—could China be trying to create the fifth scientific revolution through Yuanwu Continent?

It’s not impossible; as long as the two worlds can connect, or if the secret behind why cultivation is possible on Yuanwu Continent can be cracked.

“Regardless of which scenario it is, I am the first Earthling to contact a cultivation civilization—I must seize this opportunity,” Cang Luo said, gripping his phone and envisioning the future.

“Cang Luo, Cang Luo, are you listening?” came Li Weiguo’s voice from the phone.

Cang Luo quickly replied: “Yes, I’m here. Go ahead.”

“Cang Luo, let me repeat our questions again—please answer carefully.

One: Do you know where your alien world is located? What are its characteristics?

Two: Is there any way to return to Earth?

Three: Why can your phone connect to Earth for calls?”

In fact, Fenglinhuoshan had also speculated on the third point, suggesting two possibilities.

One: During the transmigration, your phone mutated and was altered by some mysterious force, gaining the ability to connect to Earth.

Two: You yourself have acquired a certain ability that allows you to grant your phone the power to connect to Earth.

This is common in xianxia novels; which scenario it is will require further research—though it will require your cooperation.

Cang Luo stood up and sat on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his knees as he propped up his chin, his right heel tapping rhythmically as he pondered what to say and what to withhold.

Everyone must have some secrets—at least he couldn’t expose the satellite’s existence.

After a long silence, Cang Luo said calmly: “I am currently in a world called ‘Yuanwu Continent,’ a world that has developed a cultivation civilization.”

No sooner had he spoken than he heard a burst of exclamations from the other end of the line.

The exclamations were understandable—after all, they had discovered an alien world where cultivation was possible.

Cang Luo continued: “Like martial artists in xianxia novels, they can fly.

I personally saw an ordinary martial artist from the Profound Heaven Sect effortlessly shatter three massive boulders, each weighing dozens of tons, with a single heavy sword.

I’ve heard that top-tier cultivators can reverse rivers and seas, resist fire and water, and possess the power to fly through the heavens and tunnel through the earth, easily wiping out entire cities.”

That last part was Cang Luo’s own fabrication—he had never seen it himself—but he invented it to make them believe this world held immense value.

He wanted to make himself, the only Earthling to have transmigrated to Yuanwu Continent, more valuable—to make them rely on him, and ensure his family received special protection from the motherland.

Want information on Yuanwu Continent?

Fine—meet all my demands.

This was one reason Cang Luo was willing to provide data to the motherland; the greater reason, however, was to help strengthen the motherland.

As Cang Luo spoke, Li Weiguo couldn’t help asking: “Profound Heaven Sect? Is that a martial sect on Yuanwu Continent? How powerful is it? Do you have any way to return?”

Li Weiguo’s voice was trembling—he knew what this alien world meant, how vital it was.

Cang Luo replied casually: “Hmm, I don’t know how powerful they are—I’ve only been here one day.

The moment I appeared on Yuanwu Continent, that white orb vanished, and I haven’t found any other way back to Earth.”

After explaining his situation, Cang Luo paused, then added: “But based on what the Profound Heaven Sect’s Supreme Elder said, they’ve been researching a way to reach Earth.”

Li Weiguo interrupted, puzzled: “Can you understand their language? Do they speak Chinese too?

What’s going on? Is there some connection to China?”

Cang Luo had no answer to this either; he pondered: “Yes, I’m very puzzled too—I never expected them to speak Chinese.

But from what I’ve observed, they seem to have hostile intentions toward Earth.”

No sooner had he spoken than several scoffing laughs came through the phone.

Chen Da sneered, dismissive: “Hah! Did you tell them we have nuclear weapons?

I don’t believe they’re gods—they can’t stand up to nuclear weapons! They’re just humans with some special techniques.

Hmph! I’m actually looking forward to them figuring out how to reach Earth—China’s soldiers have been polishing their guns for decades.”

Though Chen Da’s words were arrogant, Cang Luo firmly believed the martial artists of Yuanwu Continent were no match for Earth’s nuclear weapons.

Ha! Yuanwu Continent wants to attack Earth, Earth wants to attack Yuanwu Continent—and I’m the only witness between these two worlds?

“Interesting,” Cang Luo couldn’t help smiling.

Cang Luo continued: “I still don’t know why they speak Chinese or what connection they have to China—but I’ll investigate. As for the third question...”

Mid-sentence, Cang Luo suddenly remembered something crucial.

Can Yuanwu Continent charge his phone?

He quickly checked his phone’s battery—it was at 40 percent.

Damn it, what if the phone runs out of power? The battery keeps draining—does it not have infinite power?

Can the satellite charge the phone?

Cang Luo stared at the phone, pondering why it could connect to Earth.

He examined the phone inside and out thoroughly, found no abnormalities, and with the battery continuously draining, he concluded it was still just an ordinary phone.

Recalling more details, he realized that the phone could only connect to Earth when he himself touched it.

To test his theory, Cang Luo gently placed the phone on the bed.

Beep-beep-beep... beep-beep-beep...

Cang Luo watched as the call automatically ended, the signal icon showing no connection—he smiled triumphantly: "Indeed, it's not the phone's fault—it's my ability."

Cang Luo was thrilled, but immediately realized he must never reveal that his own ability enabled the phone’s connection to Earth—even if it seemed useless.

Since he couldn’t expose it, he could only attribute “why the phone connects to Earth” to the phone itself.

Having decided, Cang Luo picked up the phone again—the number displaying “Unknown Caller” immediately dialed in.

Cang Luo pressed answer, and Li Weiguo’s voice returned: “Xiao Cang? Why did you hang up suddenly?”

Cang Luo replied immediately: “I didn’t hang up—just now, the screen filled with garbled code, then the call ended automatically.”

“Garbled code?”

“Yes, garbled code. I think the reason the phone connects to Earth is because of these garbled codes—they appear randomly, and sometimes cause the phone to freeze.”

As he lied, Cang Luo’s heel tapped the floor faster—his habitual gesture.

Cang Luo continued: “No more time—I’m going to hang up now, because the battery keeps draining.

Until I solve the charging issue, I’ll shut the phone off. Unless it’s urgent, I won’t contact you again.”

“By the way, how do I contact you?”

After a silence of over ten seconds, Li Weiguo’s voice came through: “Understood. After ending the call, add a WeChat friend marked ‘Fenglinhuoshan Comprehensive Logistics Staff Officer Zhu Ge Qing.’

Also, just in case, I suggest you record everything you know on paper while the phone is off.

Does your world have paper? Next time you turn it on, take photos of the notes and send them over.”

Cang Luo nodded solemnly: “Yes, okay. I’m hanging up now... Please, protect my family. Thank you so much.”

Li Weiguo replied solemnly: “Rest assured—nowhere on Earth is safer than the capital of China. The motherland will always be your strongest backing.

One more thing: Can your phone access the internet? Never post about your transmigration online, and don’t tell anyone—not even your family.

Otherwise, it could trigger global panic. That’s all. Stay in contact. Call ended!”

“Understood. Call ended!”

Cang Luo ended the call, opened WeChat, accepted the friend request from “Fenglinhuoshan Comprehensive Logistics Staff Officer Zhu Ge Qing,” then shut off his phone.

Gazing out the window, Cang Luo remembered the past—and a woman.

That day, at the corporation where he worked after graduation, he met his university ex-girlfriend—a beautiful woman with a temper.

That day, Cang Luo finally learned why she dumped him... she was the secretary to the company’s vice-chairman.

That day, his dignity was trampled underfoot...

Ending the memory, Cang Luo clenched his fist and growled softly: “I must gain great power—I will rise above all others.

Money, beauties, dignity—I want them all.

And that woman, that vice-chairman, Yun Society and Eden—they’ll wait for me when I return to Earth...”

Cang Luo unclenched his fist and set his life’s goal.

But then he thought again—how does cultivation work? Why hasn’t anyone come to guide me?

At that moment, footsteps sounded outside the room, followed by a soft “tap-tap-tap” at the door...