Immortality Path: From the Blind Man at the Pharmacy Chapter 357 - 197, 198. Searching the Body, Changing Dynasti

The wasteland is rely desolate, not utterly devoid of everything.

"Zhen Town" remaining as land even after the failed fusion is still land.

Trees, flying birds, and even wild beasts are still present...

Even Song Cheng encountered quite a few people along the way, who looked like villagers from the vicinity of Accumulating Thunder Mountain, who ended up here after being engulfed by that black light.

Though the land here is not too dangerous, it changes every day.

Even two people sleeping together might wake up a hundred miles apart co morning.

And Song Cheng, despite transforming into a Li Fire Roc Peng with the Law of Heaven and Earth that could travel dozens of miles with a single flap of his wings and then flying desperately in one direction, was still like a speck on The Buddha’s palm: no matter how far he flew, he couldn’t escape.

He flew fast, but the transformations of the land were faster...

After a long ti, Song Cheng concluded: no matter which direction he fled, unless he could quickly transcend the boundaries of this realm, he would be pulled back to the center.

This land seed to forbid anyone from leaving.

Hence, Song Cheng began to try various thods. He attempted to fly very high, but once he reached a certain point, he would be dragged down.

He tried to destroy the wasteland, but the land itself was lively, constantly changing. The mountains that remained seed to be toying about, one mont here and the next mont there.

But Song Cheng did not give up and kept trying, day after day.

In the process of his attempts, he was not without gains.

He accidentally discovered remnants of a Secluded Residence during a change in the soil.

The Secluded Residence must have been vast, but it had been severely pulled apart during destruction, nearly disappearing, floating in the air, and originally impossible to enter.

But Song Cheng’s "Ninefold Ghostly Tower" sucked it in, and then he entered.

Within the ruins of the Secluded Residence, hidden were things left by the Mountain God of Accumulating Thunder Mountain. Though parts had vanished, others remained — so Cultivation Technique papers so damaged they were beyond recognition, so fragnts of what seed to be diaries, and an item that looked like a token adorned with an "Ink Plum" emblem.

Song Cheng moved all three items into the Ghostly Tower.

The Cultivation Technique papers, of little value, revealed so subtleties of the "Law of Heaven and Earth," the fact that there were records of a "Grade C Earth Level" technique was indeed fragnted.

In light of this, the Mountain God’s promise may not have been true.

All that bluff about "groping stones to cross the river" and "thinking of solutions only when facing extinction" was pure nonsense.

He had actually been aiming for the "Extinction Land, Possession of Mountains and Rivers" right from the start.

Yet, these fragnted techniques, combined with the diary entries, gave Song Cheng a general understanding of the breakthrough thod for "Extinction Land," and he knew that most of the "breakthrough techniques" told by the Mountain God were probably correct.

After all, if the Mountain God had rged with Zhan, he would beco utterly invincible, wanting only to stall for ti. Why take the risk of lying and exposing flaws?

And why keep a diary?

Song Cheng speculated that being "Sealed" in one place for thousands of years, keeping a diary... at least could prevent one from going insane.

As for the "Ink Plum" token, there was no response when Song Cheng held it within the Ghostly Tower.

But once he left his body with his Divine Soul and held the token, there was a faint, mysterious echo as if the deep ocean’s surge or the song from the edge of the sky — vague and distant, connected to an unknown place.

While researching these artifacts, Song Cheng continued to search for a way out.

After an indeterminate amount of ti, he noticed that the "activity" of the land had lessened, the "pull" was not as frequent, and thus... during a sudden burst, he used his extre speed to shoot out of the wasteland and into a world that had color.

Snow fell on the ground, the black soil reminded one of the skin of a Dalmatian, patches of green and wilted branches intertwined, and farther away, wisps of cooking smoke rose...

"I’ve co out... finally co out."

A guess suddenly flashed through Song Cheng’s mind.

Perhaps this "Chaotic Journey" had just ford, making it extrely active, but over ti, it had stabilized.

One town and one Zhan creating this could hardly compare to the "Chaotic Journey" between continents.

As Su ngzhen said, "The Chaotic Journey is like a patchwork of chaotic rags"; what Accumulating Thunder Mountain had was at best just a small fragnt of a rag...

Thinking of the periphery of the continents, where perhaps many Zhans and towns had perished, Song Cheng felt that the depths of this world were terrifying.

As these thoughts flickered through his mind, the distant look in his eyes began to recede. Then he walked towards the distant town with the smoke, extended his perception, and listened in on the conversations of the people in the town.

Not listening would have been better, as once he listened, he was utterly stunned.

The hustle and bustle of the streets, idle chatter, the governnt offices, and the various Governnt Officials — all the information pointed to one thing: the Dynasty had changed, a new Dynasty nad Song, the Great Song.

Song Cheng scanned his interface once more, and after a bit of calculation, he knew that more than eight years had passed since he first entered Accumulating Thunder Mountain.

More than eight years...

The Shang Dynasty had changed.

No longer waiting, Song Cheng soared up, transford into a Roc Peng upon the vast expanse of clouds, and rapidly headed towards the Imperial Capital he envisioned.

He never imagined that at such a high realm, let alone cultivating, even a single battle would span years.

It was just a campaign to eliminate the Mountain God and Physician of Accumulating Thunder Mountain, and eight years had passed.

Eight years...

Ting must be forty by now?

This aroused an indescribable emotion within him.

A deity-like shadow eclipsed the sun, casting a giant silhouette that skimd the earth even above the clouds, leaving behind countless myths among the mountains and rivers below.