Chapter 184: Where Did the Immortal Cultivators Go?

"Return to Earth." With Meng Yifan's order, strands of Yin Soul transformed into energy, filling the Game Panel.

On the Game Panel, the countdown that originally had over three hundred days remaining saw its numbers jumping rapidly—one day, ten days, one hundred days—almost in the blink of an eye, the countdown hit zero.

Meng Yifan was enveloped by a mysterious energy, as if he had suddenly fallen into a deep-sea vortex; he felt the world spinning and his head light.

When this high-speed rotation reached its peak, Meng Yifan keenly felt his Divine Soul being torn by something, leaving his body and entering a mysterious space.

Meng Yifan was already a First-grade Immortal Cultivator; he released his Spiritual Power, wanting to see clearly what was there.

However, the things around him were changing rapidly, like streaks of light and lightning; he could only vaguely see the surrounding space distorting, as if many stars were flying past at the speed of light.

Meng Yifan did not notice that when he decided to return, a seven-colored stream of light flowed out from between his eyebrows, like flowing water, brushing across his body.

When it flowed past the Space Ring on Meng Yifan's finger, the seven-colored light flashed rapidly three times, then continued to flow toward other places.

Everything happened too fast; it was almost instantaneous. Meng Yifan did not notice the abnormality on his body. He felt a strong sense of weightlessness, then his vision blurred, and the world around him had undergone a heaven-turning, earth-shattering change.

"This is... back." Meng Yifan felt the soft Simmons mattress beneath him, looked at the LCD television in front, touched the Desert Eagle gripped in both hands, the AK47 slung across his back, and the three Hand Grenades in his waist bag, realizing he had truly returned to Earth.

Meng Yifan hurriedly turned his head to look at the digital perpetual calendar on the wall; the time on it was still 10:28, and the date was also the same day.

In other words, Meng Yifan had lived for over twenty days in the Great Martial Heavenly Dynasty World, while the time on Earth had remained frozen; this was truly magical.

Meng Yifan looked at the Game Panel, where a countdown had appeared once again.

71:59:58;

71:59:57;

71:59:58...

"Huh! The countdown has actually become three days. Last time I returned, I could only stay on Earth for one hour; this time I can actually stay for three days. Could it be that next time I return, I can stay for an even longer time?"

Meng Yifan did not know if his guess was correct. The Game Panel appeared very mechanical, just like a rigid program; it gave him no explanations or instructions at all, and everything required him to explore it himself.

Meng Yifan sat up, walked a few steps feeling somewhat unaccustomed, even performed a horse stance and threw a few punches, "Whoosh, whoosh," then shook his head in disappointment.

"In the Great Martial Heavenly Dynasty World, my body was filled with surging True Qi, and a single punch could directly shatter a large rock. Now, this body on Earth, although it looks tall and sturdy, is actually weak and powerless; it looks good but is useless."

"Huh!" Meng Yifan suddenly froze. He had just checked his body and subconsciously used his Spiritual Power to look inside his body's meridians. A wisp of Spiritual Power truly diffused from his Mud Pill Palace, sweeping across his body.

"Spiritual Power?" Meng Yifan was dumbfounded, then he focused his attention, gathering his Spiritual Power onto a book placed on the nightstand.

"Clatter!" In Meng Yifan's room, the doors and windows were all tightly shut, yet the book on the nightstand moved without wind, slowly turning a page, as if an invisible hand had gently flipped it.

"Haha..." Meng Yifan laughed out loud. At this very moment, he had confirmed that his Divine Soul was exactly the same as it was in the Great Martial Heavenly Dynasty.

In the Great Martial Heavenly Dynasty, he was a First-grade Immortal Cultivator, and his Divine Soul was far stronger than an ordinary person's. At this moment, having transmigrated back from the Great Martial Heavenly Dynasty, because of the transformation of his physical body, his cultivation as a Martial Artist had not been brought back.

However, it was the same Divine Soul in both worlds, and Immortal Cultivators primarily cultivate the Divine Soul, so the cultivation belonging to an Immortal Cultivator had been brought back to Earth.

"Are there any other changes?" Meng Yifan continued to study his Divine Soul. Suddenly, he was struck as if by Thunder; just now, his Spiritual Power had actually sensed a small space ten centimeters in length, width, and height, inside which were some small medicine bottles placed in a jumble.

"Is this the space from the Space Ring?" Meng Yifan was half-doubting, then he used his Spiritual Power to envelop a small medicine bottle inside the space, and with a thought, that small medicine bottle appeared in Meng Yifan's palm.

"Haha, this is a Qi Replenishing Pill. To think I can actually bring things out from the Great Martial Heavenly Dynasty World; this is truly great."

Meng Yifan was overjoyed, and once again used his Spiritual Power to envelop the items in the small space, taking them out one by one.

Ten Qi Replenishing Pills, five Condensing Qi Pills, three bottles of Golden Sore Medicine, three detox pills prepared by Liu Zhongyong, two bottles of Cranesbill Red poison, one five-kilogram Gold Bar, two silver ingots, and twenty Silver Notes with a denomination of one hundred taels.

This was everything in Meng Yifan's Space Ring; it was mainly because the Space Ring Meng Yifan obtained was too small, and things that were too large could not be put inside, so he could only store some scattered small items.

"Things from the Great Martial Heavenly Dynasty can be brought to Earth through the small space, but can things from Earth be brought to the Great Martial Heavenly Dynasty?"

Thinking of this, Meng Yifan grabbed the Desert Eagle with his right hand, spread his Spiritual Power out to envelop the Desert Eagle, and with a thought, the Desert Eagle disappeared from his hand.

Meng Yifan checked that small space and discovered that the Desert Eagle was truly inside. Meng Yifan was incredibly excited and put two Hand Grenades inside as well. He wanted to put the AK47 inside too, but discovered that the space was simply too small; the AK47 could not be squeezed in at all, so he had to give up.

Using Spiritual Power to store and retrieve items required consuming Meng Yifan's Spiritual Power. After the initial excitement passed, he felt mentally exhausted, just like when he was young and had stayed up for three days and three nights in an internet cafe.

Meng Yifan ate a Condensing Qi Pill, sat cross-legged with his five hearts facing Heaven, calmed his mind, and attempted to refine the pill according to the Hunyuan Strength cultivation method. Very soon, he felt the sensation of Qi in his meridians.

Meng Yifan was already a Third Grade Martial Artist in the Great Martial Heavenly Dynasty; he would set aside time every day to practice, mobilizing True Qi to circulate through his meridians.

At this moment on Earth, Meng Yifan practiced again, and very soon controlled the medicinal power within the pill, converting it into True Qi to circulate within his meridians.

After more than ten minutes, Meng Yifan's body shook, his bones and muscles resonated, and the first meridian was cleared; he could now be considered a First Grade Lower Stage Martial Artist.

Meng Yifan opened his eyes and discovered that a foul odor was emanating from his body. Looking closely, he realized that his skin was covered in a layer of grime, as if he hadn't bathed for a year.

Meng Yifan rushed into the bathroom and took a comfortable hot shower. After scrubbing the grime off his skin, he discovered that his originally bronze-tanned skin had miraculously become white with a rosy tint, showing the potential of a "pretty boy."

"If those beauty-loving women knew that practicing could whiten their skin, they would definitely come crying and begging to practice with me," Meng Yifan muttered.

Meng Yifan changed into clean clothes, returned to the bedroom, and sat cross-legged once again. He prepared to try again to see if he could practice an Immortal Cultivation Technique on Earth.

One minute, ten minutes, half an hour later, Meng Yifan opened his eyes in surprise. He had truly sensed Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi just now, only these Spiritual Qi were extremely thin.

If the concentration of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi in the Great Martial Heavenly Dynasty World were compared to one hundred, then the concentration of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi on Earth would be at most only one or two points; the difference in Spiritual Qi concentration between the two worlds was vast.

Meng Yifan was already a First-grade Immortal Cultivator with a powerful Divine Soul and keen perception, which was why he could sense the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi on Earth. If it were anyone else, even with an Immortal Cultivation Technique, it would likely be very difficult to sense the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi.

The villa where Meng Yifan lived belonged to a densely populated area, so the Spiritual Qi was very thin; in those sparsely populated parks or remote primeval forests, the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi would be relatively denser.

"I wonder if there are still Immortal Cultivators on Earth?" Meng Yifan pondered. Legends of Immortal Cultivators had circulated on Earth since ancient times; not to mention unofficial histories and miscellanies, even official records like the Twenty-Four Histories contained many accounts regarding immortals.

During the Qin Dynasty, there was Xu Fu, who took three thousand boys and girls out to sea to search for the Elixir of Immortality for Qin Shi Huang.

During the reign of Emperor Wu of Han, the alchemist Li Shaojun met the immortal An Qisheng at sea and ate dates as big as melons.

During the Three Kingdoms period, there was the Nanhua Old Immortal who bestowed the Taiping Essential Arts upon Zhang Jiao, Zhuge Kongming who could Summon Wind and Rain, Yu Ji whose Yin Soul lingered to curse Sun Ce to death, and Zuo Ci who fished out a perch using an ordinary copper basin; these were all immortals whose names were recorded in history.

In historical records, Zhang Sanfeng was even more magical. According to official historical materials, he lived from the Song Dynasty all the way to the Ming Dynasty, a time span of over three hundred years.

This was a bit exaggerated. According to modern scientific research, the limit of human lifespan is only 125 years.

Because human cells can only divide 50 times, after 50 generations, no matter what method is used, the cells will age and die. Theoretically, the limit of human lifespan is around 120-150 years.

If what was recorded in the history books was all true, and Zhang Sanfeng lived for over three hundred years, then he must have been a true Immortal Cultivator.

By the Qing Dynasty and after the Republic of China, there were very few recorded immortals. In the late Qing Dynasty, the Boxers claimed to be impervious to blades and bullets, but as a result, tens of thousands of people suffered heavy casualties and couldn't even take down the Xishiku Cathedral, which was defended by only forty-some people.

One must know that the guns at that time were all bolt-action rifles; one had to pull the bolt after firing a shot, and the cathedral was not equipped with machine guns.

Those forty single-shot rifles actually blocked the attack of hundreds of thousands of Boxers; it was truly a huge joke. If they were really impervious to blades and bullets, there would be no need for hundreds of thousands—a single true Immortal Cultivator could have wiped out those forty foreign devils.

Meng Yifan perused historical materials and had also once pondered why, after the Ming and Qing Dynasties, true Immortal Cultivators could almost never be seen in official historical records.

Meng Yifan was lost in thought; judging by the current thin Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, he deduced that it was possible for Immortal Cultivators to have existed on Earth in the past.

"Where did all the Immortal Cultivators go? What happened during the transition between the Ming and Qing dynasties? Why have true Immortal Cultivators vanished without a trace ever since?"

Meng Yifan was lost in thought; the long river of history was shrouded in heavy fog, making it like looking at flowers through a mist, unable to see clearly.

Perhaps someone had once recorded the true history, but these historical materials were not recognized by official history and had long since disappeared into some obscure corner.

Meng Yifan shook his head, stopped thinking about it, stood up to brew himself a bowl of spicy beef instant noodles, and added two sausages and a salted duck egg.

Meng Yifan had stayed in the Great Wu Heavenly Dynasty for nearly a month, and he really missed this junk food from Earth.

"Slurp, slurp!" Meng Yifan wolfed down the noodles, devouring them like a whirlwind, drank the last drop of soup, let out a satisfied burp, and felt that instant noodles were truly delicious.

Meng Yifan sat down at his computer desk and pulled up the post he had once made.

"This guy is hilarious. Clicking on a game lets you travel to another world? That's way too random. And he says that world is called the Great Wu Heavenly Dynasty? What a trashy name, thumbs down."

"There are tons of transmigration novels online. I've seen plenty of 'click a game and transmigrate' stories like yours; there's nothing special about it."

"Original poster, keep writing! Are there many beauties in that Great Wu Heavenly Dynasty world? Better have pictures as proof, otherwise we won't believe you."

"Haha, you want pictures? Don't bother looking for the original poster; he probably ran off a long time ago. Come, come, everyone look here, I'm posting some goodies for you all."

"Holy crap! This one is top-tier. So big, so round, an angelic face with a devilish figure."

"Huge praise! Brother, you're a good man. Image saved; this is enough to last me the whole night."

Meng Yifan looked at the comments under the post, speechless. He felt that the further down he scrolled, the less serious they became. Later on, several other netizens posted many pictures of beauties, and the netizens discussed and critiqued them, completely diverting the topic.