I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal Chapter 430 - 278: A Different Viewing Experience

Ti rewound to May 9th.

After discovering the changes in his Dream Entry Ability, he spent the entire night embarking on several standalone dream world adventures.

While these were largely useless to him,

he still found them quite intriguing and dabbled in a few.

Shadow Forest: An ancient forest forgotten by ti, harboring mystical creatures.

Ti Corridor: A labyrinth traversing through ti, exploring the secrets of history.

Longji Mountains: Towering peaks touching the clouds, ho to the giant dragon.

Eye of the Abyss: A bottomless cave, a portal to unknown worlds.

Star Relics: Ruins left by a star civilization, filled with technological wonders.

After all, even though it was of no practical use now, he needed to beco proficient with this ability to avoid being inept during any sudden transformations.

Besides,

the idea of dream world gas was quite fascinating.

Chen Yun delighted in being the creator and planner of these gas.

How fun it was to plan and orchestrate!

Though he couldn’t create a real world,

he could craft one almost indistinguishable from reality, and within it, he could do as he pleased, which was an amusent in itself.

Of course, Chen Yun didn’t do too much.

With his Soul Ergence, he could remotely maintain and update the dream schematics within those bamboo flying swords.

Therefore, regarding the specific levels, he didn’t do much work and planned to update them slowly when he had the ti.

After all, aiming for quality was a bit of a hassle since the gradient colors and patterns of every petal in the ga required his setup, making it difficult to produce several high-quality dream templates overnight.

After finishing these tasks,

Chen Yun ca to the food street on May 9th, wearing a vest to resu his forr trade.

Under the flag of Chen Banxian, he started divining for passersby.

His purpose was naturally not for amusent.

Instead, it was to slightly screen for those suitable to inherit the dream templates.

Since the dream templates recorded in the dream world gas were too large and intricate, and even though Chen Yun had used a feature where the setting only loaded when seen, it greatly reduced the ntal strain on the drear.

However, it still posed so challenges.

Those with low spiritual power would see all the elents within the dream template as blurred and distorted,

making it difficult to load completely and flawlessly.

Thus, during the divination, Chen Yun screened for bystanders with high spiritual power.

In layman’s terms, he was looking for soone with high CPU performance.

This process mirrored the feel of those fantasy novels where the enigmatic one seeks the chosen ones.

The search went smoothly.

While fortune-telling for a man whose energy had not been expressed for a long ti, he noticed and paid attention to a young bystander.

His spiritual state was quite good, seemingly sufficient to sustain the dream world gas brought about by the dream template.

His extra-dinsional sense of sll was slightly triggered.

Chen Yun had largely figured out the young person’s background.

Clearly, he was a Taoist who chanted daily for peace of mind.

With such a fine spiritual condition, it wasn’t surprising.

Thinking,

Chen Yun gave the little Taoist a profound look; the bamboo flying sword, under his control, stealthily maneuvered past the bystanders’ view and slipped into the little Taoist’s backpack.

Having done all this,

seeing no other destined persons after a little more fortune-telling, Chen Yun hurriedly packed up and left.

Finding destined persons and gifting them dream templates was rely an interlude for Chen Yun.

He hadn’t forgotten his anticipation and plans for Xi’an.

Having arrived in Xi’an, how could he miss the spectacular sight of the Terracotta Army, a world cultural heritage site?

Xi’an, an ancient and charming city, is not only the historical witness to the capitals of thirteen dynasties but also the starting point of the Silk Road.

The Terracotta Army of Emperor Qin is one of the city’s most dazzling cultural jewels.

These clay soldiers, horses, and chariots, standing silently around Qin Shi Huang’s Mausoleum, are vast in number and diverse in appearance, vividly showcasing the grandeur of the Qin Dynasty’s army and the superb skills of ancient sculpture.

As the saying goes, "He who has not been to the Great Wall is not a true man."

Similarly, the Terracotta Army is also a must-visit site for every true man.

That afternoon,

the sky was covered with a thick gray cloud curtain, like a huge damp blanket, tightly wrapping the sunlight within, allowing not a single ray of light to penetrate.

The air was perated with a sense of heaviness and dampness, as if it could wring out water.

The distant mountains and skyscrapers beca blurred, their outlines gradually fading against the hazy backdrop, and the whole scene was enveloped by this oppressive tone.

Leaves gently swayed, occasionally rustling as if whispering about the impending change.

Every so often, a cool breeze drifted by, bringing a few scattered raindrops, which acted like tentative feelers from the sky, landing on pedestrians’ umbrellas, window sills, or on the surface of lakes, creating small ripples before disappearing without a trace.

But these few raindrops were not enough to break the tranquility; they felt more like brief scenes from a trailer, making one anticipate the main event.

Pedestrians on the street hurried along, many with umbrellas unfurled or clad in raincoats, cautiously moving as if racing against the impending rain.

The lights from vehicles appeared particularly soft in the mist, adding a touch of warmth to the gloomy afternoon.