Chapter 1: Longevity Realm

Nine Provinces.

A winding, coiling yellow great river surges across the mountains and lands.

That magnificent momentum, the surging river, the rushing waters, resemble a slumbering ancestral dragon upon the Nine Provinces' land, ready to awaken at any moment and roam the nine heavens.

This yellow great river is one of the sources that nurtured the civilization of the Nine Provinces.

Yellow River.

And beside the Yellow River, which rolls up thousand-layered waves, lies a tiny village.

The village is not large, only a few dozen households, and looks no different from other villages in the Nine Provinces.

Only those who have cultivated to a certain realm can faintly perceive the extraordinariness of this small village.

Though the small village appears ordinary, it seems like a whole, bearing a sense of vast, ancient reality.

It feels as if the entirety of the Nine Provinces, even the whole world, is illusory, while only this small village truly exists, eternal through the ages.

In the village.

In a somewhat dilapidated small courtyard.

"Om, ge, a, hou, mou, duo, zao, dao!"

Waves of lofty, vast, grand sounds arise; only eight characters, yet they carry the vast, ancient meaning of the Great Dao's origin, like the sound when the universe first opened, the primordial tone of heaven and earth's initial splitting.

The Primordial Eight Sounds reverberate between heaven and earth, resonating with the origin of the whole world, drawing forth the most primal force of heaven and earth's rules.

However, despite such a grand sound, not a single villager of the small village pays attention, as if they never heard it at all.

These Primordial Eight Sounds, resembling the Great Dao's heavenly tone, seem to exist in another dimension; they do not truly sound in the mortal world, nor do they affect the other villagers in the village.

As the Primordial Eight Sounds sound, the Yellow River not far from the village seems to have received some blessing; its surging waters become ever more magnificent.

At the same time, an illusory ancient stele's faint shadow appears and disappears above the Yellow River, as if resonating with the Primordial Eight Sounds, about to manifest in the world.

In the room of the somewhat dilapidated small courtyard.

A tall, handsome youth sits cross-legged on the bed, his hands forming a mysterious seal, as if immersed in cultivation.

Above the youth's head, an ancient altar cast of yellow clay hovers in midair, shedding strands of pale purple sacred light.

The altar is not large, yet it bears depictions of sun, moon, stars, mountains and rivers, constellations, and even scenes of ancient peoples fishing, farming, hunting; it exudes a vast, ancient air, as if walked out of primordial ages.

And at the top of this yellow clay altar, an Eight Trigrams pattern formed of yin-yang lines faintly appears, encompassing the ultimate truth of the world, containing all things, deducing the laws of all phenomena.

Streams of sound resembling the Great Dao's heavenly tone emanate from the altar as if cast of yellow clay, resonating beside the youth, silently harmonizing with the primal rules of heaven and earth, drawing forth the primal power of heaven and earth.

As the Primordial Eight Sounds resonate, the youth's mind and spirit continually sync with them, instinctively drawing in heaven and earth's essence, refining his own essence, energy, and spirit, undergoing a special transformation.

With the passage of time, a lustrous sheen appears on the youth's body; his physique grows ever more perfect, his qi and blood surge continuously, producing a sound like a roaring great river.

Even as the pale purple sacred light dripping from the yellow clay altar continually merges into the youth's body, a faint air of ethereal nobility appears between his brows.

After an unknown period, as if reaching some limit, the Great Dao's heavenly tone within the yellow clay altar waned and finally faded away.

Om

He slowly opened his eyes; a pattern of Eight Trigrams formed of countless black-and-white light points flashed across his pupils, and the lustrous sheen on his body gradually retracted.

Hu

He gently exhaled, reached out, and the yellow clay altar above his head slowly descended into his hand.

His mind sank inward, sensing the change in his aura, the youth involuntarily sighed in his heart:

"Alas, although I have received the baptism of the Primordial Eight Sounds, my mind and spirit continually grow, becoming ever more keen, my physique ever more perfect and strong, yet I still cannot truly step into the Realm of Shedding Mortality!"

"What could be the reason?"

"Could it be because of my transmigration, being rejected by the world's origin, my body unable to adapt to this world's rules and principles, unable to truly cultivate in this world's cultivation system?"

"Or perhaps the Blue Star before my transmigration was truly a degenerate world, causing its people to be unable to cultivate; even though I have now transmigrated to this world, I still cannot?"

Thoughts swirled in his mind, and the youth unconsciously sank into contemplation.

Indeed, the youth is a transmigrator named Feng Yi, coming from a water-blue planet.

As for the reason of transmigration, Feng Yi subconsciously sank his mind and spirit into the depths of his own mental world.

There he saw a cluster formed of countless black-and-white light points, with no definite shape, sometimes turning into the Eight Trigrams shape derived from yin-yang lines, sometimes into a tortoise-shell scripture, sometimes into a faintly illusory River of Fate composed of black-and-white light points, appearing to be the embodiment of the principle of the Yi Dao, encompassing all transformations of things in the world.

Feng Yi could faintly sense that this mysterious cluster of black-and-white light points seemed to resonate with his mind and spirit, sharing a deep connection with him.

However, he could not truly activate it, draw forth its power, nor was he clear about its true nature.

Of course, the Eight Trigrams, the Tortoise-Shell Scriptures, the River of Fate, the principle of the Yi Dao.

As a person of the Blue Star, Feng Yi vaguely guessed at the origin of this cluster of black-and-white light points, but could not truly confirm it.

And it is precisely because of this thing related to the Yi Dao principle deep within his spiritual world that Feng Yi came to this unfamiliar yet familiar world.

Who in the world can avoid death?

No matter your peerless elegance, surpassing beauty under heaven, in the end you are merely a skull of rouge and powder.

No matter your generation's pride, holding sway over millions of miles of rivers and mountains, in the end you will become a handful of yellow earth.

However, the legend of immortality has always been passed down in the world.

According to ancient lore, beyond the mortal realm lies a vast world named.

Longevity Realm!

Indeed, the world Feng Yi transmigrated to is precisely the Longevity Realm.

This is a vast world of magnificent surges.

Through the perspective of the War Correspondent Xiao Chen, it recorded the human ancestors Pangu and Nüwa, as well as the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors laying out plans for myriad generations, a grand scheme to let the heavenly supreme emperors and let the heavens be at peace.

And the reason this is certain is because the world Feng Yi now inhabits is called the Nine Provinces, and this small village is named Ancestral Dragon Village.

In this small village also exists a youth named Xiao Chen.

And Xiao Chen also has a beloved named Ruoshui.

What's more important is.

Thinking of this, Feng Yi subconsciously glanced at the ancient simple altar in his hand that seemed to be cast from yellow mud.

It is a small yet exquisite ancient simple altar, its surface bearing various mysterious patterns that convey a vast, ancient aura; at a glance it is clearly a rare treasure.

Gazing at this ancient simple altar, a dazed look appeared in Feng Yi's eyes.

Because this object was not originally like this.

When first seen, it was merely an ordinary and crude yellow mud platform.

(End of chapter)