Myth Beyond Heaven

Yun Lintian pondered for a moment, carefully considering his words. He knew that the village head was shrewd and perceptive, and any inconsistencies in his story could arouse suspicion. He decided to continue with his fabricated tale of a cultivator emerging from seclusion, eager to learn about the world.

“As you see, Village Head,” Yun Lintian began, his voice carrying a hint of wistful reminiscence, “I have been in seclusion for many years, cultivating in isolation, seeking enlightenment and mastery over my powers. However, as time passed, I began to feel a growing disconnect from the world, a sense of isolation that weighed heavily on my soul.”

He paused, his gaze drifting towards the window, as if lost in thought. “I yearned to experience the world once more, to reconnect with world again. And so, I emerged from my seclusion, embarking on a journey of discovery and exploration.”

Yun Lintian turned his gaze back to the village head, his eyes filled with a genuine curiosity. “This village, Village Head, is the first place I have visited since emerging from my seclusion. I am eager to learn about the current situation here.”

He smiled faintly, his voice laced with a hint of self-deprecating humor. “I must admit, Village Head, that I am quite ignorant of the ways of the world. I have spent so long in isolation that I have much to learn and relearn.”

The village head nodded slowly, his eyes twinkling with a knowing light. He could sense the sincerity in Yun Lintian’s words, the genuine curiosity that shone through his eyes.

He believed Yun Lintian’s tale, finding it plausible that a cultivator who had spent centuries in seclusion would be unfamiliar with the current state of the world.

“I understand, honored guest,” the village head said, his voice gentle and reassuring. “Your desire to learn about our world is commendable. And I would be honored to share my knowledge with you.”

He paused for a moment, his gaze fixed on Yun Lintian. “Honored guest, if you would permit me, I would like to extend an invitation for you to stay in our village for a few days. We may be a humble community, but we are rich in spirit and tradition. We would be delighted to share our knowledge.”

“Thank you, Village Head,” Yun Lintian said, his voice filled with gratitude. “I would be honored to accept your invitation. My name is Yun Lintian, by the way. You can call me by my name directly, Village Head.”

“Then I will call you Young Master Yun,” the village head said with a smile.

The two then continued to talk about the current situation in this world. The village head, despite being a mortal, possessed knowledge beyond the ordinary. It turned out that he had traveled extensively when he was young and even tried to join a sect. Though it ended in failure, he was fortunate enough to survive and return to the village later.

Yun Lintian finally learned that the world he was currently in was called the “Verdant Realm,” and it was located in the Eastern Region of the God Realm. It was considered a middle-level realm.

There were two continents: western and eastern, separating by a huge ocean. The place where the village was located was part of the eastern continent, where the strongest force was called the Profound Mystery Sect. It was said to be a branch of a powerful force from the God Realm. Everything was basically controlled by them. Continue your journey with NovelFire.Côm

Previously, Yun Lintian had scanned the surroundings and noticed the presence of relatively strong beings, and they should be members of this Profound Mystery Sect.

Yun Lintian naturally didn’t care much about their scheme, but if he wanted to learn about the God Realm quickly, he should consider visiting them.

After making up his mind, Yun Lintian decided to spend a night in the village.

The scenery at night was peaceful. Yun Lintian couldn’t help but be amazed by the environment again. None of the places he had seen could compare to this. The Primordial Era was indeed the best for cultivation.

The next morning, Yun Lintian woke to the sound of roosters crowing and the gentle chirping of birds. He rose from his bed, feeling refreshed and invigorated after a night of peaceful sleep.

He stepped out of his room and was greeted by the sight of the village bustling with activity. The villagers were already hard at work, tending to their crops, preparing their meals, and going about their daily routines.

Yun Lintian smiled, his heart warmed by the sight of these simple and hardworking people. It was as if he had returned to the rural farmhouse back to Earth.

Yun Lintian, Linlin, and Qingqing joined the village head and his family for a hearty breakfast of freshly baked bread, steaming porridge, and sweet fruits. They chatted about the village, its history, its traditions, and its people.

Yun Lintian learned that the village had been founded centuries ago by a group of refugees fleeing from a war-torn land. They had sought shelter in this remote valley, surrounded by towering mountains and dense forests, and had built a new life for themselves, living in harmony with nature.

The village head, whose name was Lao Zhang, was the descendant of the village’s founder. He was a wise and respected leader, his knowledge and experience guiding the village through countless challenges.

After breakfast, Yun Lintian decided to take a stroll around the village, eager to explore its surroundings and learn more about its people. He wandered through the narrow streets, observing the villagers as they went about their daily lives.

As Yun Lintian strolled through the village, he couldn’t help but marvel at the physical prowess of the villagers again. They were truly suitable for martial arts.

Suddenly, Yun Lintian was startled by a commotion at the village entrance. A group of cultivators, clad in ornate robes and armed with gleaming weapons, had appeared, their faces grim, their auras menacing.

The villagers, sensing the danger, retreated to their homes, their faces etched with fear and apprehension. The village head, Lao Zhang, stepped forward, his expression calm but resolute.

“Greetings, honored cultivators,” he said, his voice steady and respectful. “May I inquire as to your purpose in visiting our humble village?”

The leader of the cultivators, a tall and imposing figure with a stern expression, sneered at Lao Zhang’s words.

“Old man,” he said, his voice dripping with disdain, “we are not here to exchange pleasantries. We are here to collect our due.”