Chapter 2087

Time River, latent breath method?

It means to remain latent and unmoving within the long river of time, drifting forward with the flow of time, ignoring the passage of time.

When necessary, surface again to take a breath.

Xiao Feng listened, stunned: "Is this the inevitable path after cultivating for a million years?"

Tushan Ming shook his head: "Not necessarily. Those with vigorous heart-fire need not do so; many powerhouses have fought on the borders for a million years without tiring, and many human talents wander the universe, guiding countless newborn civilizations onto the right path without shunning hardship. These in Yu Huang City are merely gathered here by chance. Many powerhouses who have left this place are now fighting and cultivating abroad; you just haven't met them, so you don't know."

"Now I understand." Xiao Feng then realized.

The stillness of Yu Huang City is not because the entire human race is like that, with experts all sunk into silence.

But because this place is very quiet, no one dares to disturb it, making it suitable for experts to use the "Time River Latent Breath Method" here to enter suspended sleep.

Outside, the active controllers and immortals are far more numerous—several dozen times, even hundreds of times, the few hundred immortals here, and even more.

One cannot assume the whole world is like this just because one place appears so.

To generalize from a partial view will seem quite ignorant.

"Let's go, Your Majesty is waiting for you."

Tushan Ming made way, inviting Xiao Feng to go together.

Tushan Ming's aura is about the same as He Yunshan's, also at the Star Peak.

In this place, Star-level seems not worth much, everywhere.

Xiao Feng entered the inner city of Yu Huang City together with him, passing through the inner city avenue that had not a single lamp, heading straight for the deepest palace.

That palace, is where the Yu Huang

resides.

It looks quite large, covering at least several thousand mu, with many buildings inside, and also some small hills, ponds, and… fields?

"How can there be farmland inside the inner city?" Xiao Feng exclaimed at the distant scenery.

Tushan Ming asked: "That is not merely farmland, but also the legacy left by the ancient emperor Shennong, comparable to a Supreme Treasure."

"Shennong… no wonder." Xiao Feng was again shocked.

Within the Yu Huang palace still exists Shennong's legacy, something from who knows how many years ago, yet not erased by time.

"How many ancient emperors still exist?" Xiao Feng asked.

Tushan Ming sneered: "Don't pry; if it's not something you should know, asking will get you no answer. When you ought to know, you'll know even without asking."

"Alright." Xiao Feng hit a soft nail, feeling a bit embarrassed.

His current realm is still insufficient; many secrets he is not yet qualified to know.

Only after truly reaching the pinnacle of the cultivation path, becoming a top human expert, does one have the qualification to understand those people and events from antiquity that have survived to the present.

Not long after, the two arrived at the palace gate.

The gate was closed, just like the inner city gate.

Moreover, Tushan Ming had no intention of opening the gate, bringing him directly flying in from above.

Xiao Feng somewhat suspected that these gates, long unused, would shatter if pushed, so they were simply left as is, untouched.

Arriving at the area of the Yu Huang palace, the surrounding force field changed again.

The suppression of force hasn't changed much, but the air seems to have some special aura, making Xiao Feng feel very comfortable, like returning to his hometown, sitting with his parents chatting, a sense of ease.

Although he has not

been separated from his parents, always living in a small district, often able to meet.

But this special Dao rhyme here can only be described this way.

"Do you feel the human race's Qi Luck? Is there a sense of returning to the homeland?" Tushan Ming asked.

Xiao Feng's eyes lit up: "So that is the human race's Qi Luck!"

"Mm, when Qi Luck is flourishing, the clan thrives, experts are more easily born, and natural disasters decrease. Our clan's Qi Luck is now at its peak; no other cosmic races can compare." Tushan Ming gave him a brief introduction.

"This is truly the way of Qi Luck, far more miraculous than that of the virtual world." Xiao Feng understood implicitly.

Tushan Ming nodded: "It is indeed far more miraculous. Moreover, in the virtual world, Qi Luck is divided separately per battle zone; whereas in reality, humanity is a whole, not scattered across various planets or domains, listed individually. As long as the Qi Luck in Yu Huang City remains everlasting, the entire cosmic domain of humanity will forever prosper."

"It seems the senior is quite knowledgeable about the virtual world." Xiao Feng smiled.

Tushan Ming said: "I am merely Li Ti unmoving, consciousness not fully asleep, also once wandered in the virtual universe."

"Oh? Then is the senior's identity a player or an NPC?" Xiao Feng couldn't help but ask.

Tushan Ming smiled: "He is a native, who assisted the Triumphant Great Emperor in campaigns in all directions, earning the title Marquis of Mountain Stabilization. However… hehe, he has long since fallen, and these years he has not entered again."

"So it's from the era of the Triumphant Great Emperor, no wonder I never met him. By the way, senior, if in reality one cultivates using the Qi Luck method, would it damage our clan's Qi Luck foundation?" Xiao Feng thought of a question, and

continued asking.

At this moment, the two had already entered the depths of the Yu Huang palace.

Tushan Ming did not bring Xiao Feng to any palace to see the Yu Huang, but instead headed straight for the fields left by Shennong.

From afar, Xiao Feng saw several people dressed as farmers sitting together beside the fields, motionless in the night.

The Yu Huang is probably one of them.

Tushan Ming did not answer his question, saying: "His Majesty summoned you here precisely to tell you this. Go, His Majesty is over there." Then he retreated and left.

Xiao Feng, with some doubt and the excitement of soon seeing antiquity firsthand, floated forward and landed.

In the fields grew the five grains, the original ancient kind, not the modern society's genetically improved new varieties.

On the wind came a faint aroma of wild grain, fragrant with a hint of bitterness.

Five farmers sat on low stools, like guardians of the fields.

Xiao Feng walked over to take a look.

All five wore plain cloth clothing, with no fancy adornments, and certainly no crowns or imperial robes.

Nevertheless, Xiao Feng still recognized them.

Among the five, three elders looked just like Gaotao, Boyi, and Ji, whom I had seen before on Ancient Emperor Mountain.

There was also one who didn't look that old, appearing to be in his forties or fifties; though dressed plainly, the imperial aura was still clearly visible—obviously it was Emperor Yu.

Another was the youngest, looking in his thirties, with a dignified appearance and sturdy build, sitting on a low stool with eyes closed, motionless, as if asleep.

All five had their eyes closed, seemingly using the Time River Hidden Breath Method to skip the wear of time.

At this moment, Xiao Feng actually felt a little reluctant.

to disturb them.

However, since Emperor Yu had summoned him to come, he still needed to speak.

Xiao Feng bowed and said, "Junior Xiao Feng pays his respects to all you ancestors."

The five powerful ones didn't move.

But a voice echoed in the air: "Young friend Xiao Feng, do you know how to farm?"

This was Emperor Yu's voice—deep and majestic, yet retaining an elder's kindness; Xiao Feng had encountered it in the game and remembered it clearly.

He paused for a moment, then instinctively replied, "Yes, I helped my parents in the fields as a child."

"Old Ancestor Shennong's immortal field is right here; I'll let you cultivate it for a season to see what harvest you can reap," said Emperor Yu's voice.

Yet their bodies remained completely still—all five ancient ancestors were like that.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Feng felt a sense of being overwhelmed by favor: "I am deeply honored, junior. But this field already has the five grains..."

"Just harvest it," Emperor Yu replied.

Then there was no sound, and they fell into silence.

Xiao Feng looked around.

The farming tools were all very old-fashioned; he hadn't even seen many of them before.

Modern people harvest with machinery, and even mountain terraces use sickles.

Here, however, they use... stone sickles.

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