[World]: Western Ocean Record
[Thirty-Six Heavens]: Mortal Realm, Heavenly Realm.
[Ti Flow Speed]: One-to-one year.
[Arrival]: Soul
[Genres]: Near Ancient Myths, Taoist Myth, Buddhist Myth, Myth of Classic of Mountains and Seas.
[Systems]: Taoist Jade Emperor Divine System, Buddhist Gods, Eastern Penglai Divine System.
Three Treasures Eunuch Western Ocean Chronicles?
"It’s actually this world!"
Song Lin remarked in surprise.
This world wasn’t just the simple historical narrative of Zheng Hee’s voyage to the Western Seas but a mythological version filled with divinities and demons.
It was also not like Journey to the West’s narrative of the Buddhist East Crossing and the rivalry between Buddhism and Taoism.
The Western Ocean Record era was during the reign of Emperor Yongle, the reincarnation of Xuantian God.
The Buddhist Sect had already established a foothold in the Central Plains and completed localization, achieving parity with the Taoist School.
Yet, the central the of this world was not the clash between Taoism and Buddhism. At that ti, Huaxia was already in decline, its national destiny waning, while Western nations rose to prominence.
Emperor Yongle dispatched Zheng He, who was the reincarnation of the Toad Spirit, on a voyage to the Western Seas, tasked with searching for the legendary Imperial Jade Seal and reclaiming the lost national fortune.
Thus, this was not a battle of Taoist orthodoxy; instead, Taoism and Buddhism jointly set out to sea. Despite so disagreents, they consistently cooperated.
"But the ending of the story wasn’t very satisfying."
Song Lin thought to himself.
The ending didn’t depict them finding the Imperial Jade Seal, symbolizing the sorrow of Huaxia’s decline and the impossibility of revival.
Of course, this world was not entirely historical. It wasn’t simply the West overpowering the East.
Even the rise of the Western nations was due to the propagation of earlier overseas Taoist doctrines, which were later exploited by foreigners.
If his guess was correct, this world’s karmic cycle should revolve around reclaiming the Imperial Jade Seal.
Simultaneously subduing the overseas Taoist traditions.
"One-to-one ti, soul transmigration—still the sa as before."
Song Lin pondered.
Whoosh!
With a thought, Song Lin entered this world.
A sensation of heaven and earth spinning overwheld him.
Whoosh!
Song Lin arrived in the story’s world.
As he regained focus, he noticed that he was surrounded by a vast ocean.
The sea was calm, and the island ahead was modest in size, spanning about a dozen kiloters. Vegetation was lush, and traces of animal activity were apparent.
"East Sea? Or the Western Ocean?"
Song Lin marveled in his heart,
and then attempted to ascend to the skies for a clearer view, but stumbled and nearly fell.
"No power?"
Only then did he realize he had no mana.
He promptly summoned the Monster Chronicles and turned to the personal information page.
Na: Song Lin
Realm: None
Divine Skills: None
Enhancents: None
Items: None.
"Looks like I’ll have to start from scratch again."
Song Lin chuckled bitterly.
However, it wouldn’t be the sa as accumulating from nothing as he did in past lives.
Once his cultivation reached a certain level, he could regain access to so items and Divine Skills.
"Better focus on surviving here first."
Song Lin examined his surroundings, knowing death from starvation right away would be a ridiculous joke.
Survival on a deserted island?
Song Lin shook his head and laughed. After all these years, he was once again a mortal. He couldn’t deny the unique experience offered by the story world.
Nevertheless, with over a thousand years of experience, re survival on such an island shouldn’t pose any difficulty.
The forest here was sufficiently dense, and traces of animal activity suggested the presence of food and water sources on the island.
The imdiate priority was to start a fire; otherwise, surviving the nights would be impossible.
Song Lin gathered dry branches and fallen leaves from the forest edge, then used sticks to drill into wood. After an hour, he finally conjured flas.
That night, he roasted several crabs by the campfire near the forest’s edge, and then ditated nearby.
He prepared to ditate and enter the ditation state.
ditation heightened sensitivity and refined thought processes.
This stage relied heavily on experience and insight, allowing Song Lin to enter the ditation period by nightfall.
Within a ten-ter radius, he could sense every rustle of grasses and leaves.
Swoosh!
A wild chicken seed to have appeared!
Song Lin opened his eyes, carefully following behind it. Sure enough, he found a babbling brook ahead.
The third day.
Song Lin condensed his first strand of True Qi. Since he hadn’t yet reached the fetal breath stage, he couldn’t employ cyclical energy flows and had to resort to mortal martial arts.
Even so, it was enough for hunting and living a smooth life, and he no longer had to worry about the dangers of unpurified water to his health.
The thirtieth day.
Song Lin planted primitive rice seeds and unknown wild fruits, crafted stone spears and stone knives, and built a wooden hut.
He had entered the stage of primitive society, though he only dared to operate on the forest’s periphery.
The last ti he ventured deeper, he sensed demon energy and retreated imdiately.
The one hundred and eighth day.
Song Lin began to dosticate wild chickens and rabbits, venturing into animal husbandry. On this day, he broke through to the fetal breath stage, completing the cyclical energy flow—aning he could now learn Spells.
"Let’s start with the Taoist Skills of Qin and the Five Qi Jungle."
Song Lin thought.
This provided a perfect opportunity to study the Taoist thods of the Yin Fu Lineage.
He wanted to experint with simultaneous cultivation of both systems.
The Five Qi Jungle required cultivation to the Qi Cultivation Realm to practice its twenty-four divine spirits.
However, the Qin Forest’s chanical puppet techniques were accessible imdiately.
Song Lin had initially planned to use a wooden raft to venture out and search for land but decided against it.
With the abundance of demon energy in the ocean, he resolved to wait until his strength significantly improved.
Song Lin recalled the Qin Spirit Illusion Creation Spirit Official Technique docunted in his mind, which contained hundreds of Qin creations.
For now, lacking tal materials, he could only start with simpler constructs.
"Got it! The Yang-wood Phoenix Blood Spear!"
He selected a high-quality round wood, preferably as thick as a thumb, and sharpened its bottom to a point.
He coated the spearhead with chicken comb blood, chanting the Maori Spell six tis every morning at sunrise, then dripping a drop of his fingertip blood.
After three days, the spear shaft gained blood-red phoenix patterns, officially becoming the Yang Spear, as hard as steel and capable of harming souls.
Another three days passed.
"By the decrees of heaven!"
Song Lin uttered solemnly, True Qi flowing into the spear, which glead with gold light.
He threw it, piercing deeply into a stone.
"Excellent!"
With this tool, he could carve out pots, bowls, and pans from rocks.
Thus, he entered the Stone Age.
Several days later.
[Immortal Fire Pit]: Dig a three-foot-deep pit, coat its walls with mud made of black earth mixed with chicken blood, fish bones, and animal bones. Paint Spirit Fire Talismans on its walls and chant incantations for seven days to complete the fire pit.
A perpetual, high-temperature fire pit now stood before his wooden hut.
As long as he infused True Qi into it, the flas burned for three days straight.
"Now I can slt iron!"
Two hundred days on the island.
Using the Water Technique, Song Lin filtered iron sand from the soil, shaped molds with clay, and began forging iron.
He started creating iron tools.
Thus, he transitioned into the Iron Age, directly bypassing the Bronze Age.
He even crafted a stronger red iron bow.
Now he could venture deeper into the jungle to hunt tigers and leopards.
The second year of the Western Ocean Record.
Through Spells and Puppetry Techniques, Song Lin managed to progress through thousands of years of evolution in just one year, reaching the Feudal Era.
His wooden hut transford into a palace adorned with various animal hides.
Song Lin donned the powerful White Tiger Blood Armor, wielding the Vajra Blade and carrying a gold bow.
The great hall was flanked by smaller halls; five-foot-tall wooden puppets tirelessly slted iron.
Several chanical wooden puppets patrolled outside, as flying wooden birds hovered in the skies.
These wooden puppets, covered in thin iron armor, possessed strength equal to that of the fetal breath stage.
Song Lin planned to construct even stronger puppets, such as the White Tiger Puppet and Flying Sky Puppet.
These wouldn’t require sacrificial rituals yet still boasted considerable power.
He also intended to build a self-propelled iron-armored wooden ship.
Once he entered the Qi Cultivation Realm and began practicing the Five Qi Cultivation thod, he would be ready to search for the Central Plains.
Judging by the Beidou constellation’s position, Song Lin appeared to be in the East Sea.
Heading westward would eventually lead him to land.
Although he considered staying here to develop further, missing the storyline would be a problem.
It seed this world also contained the Heavenly Court and Buddha Realm. He wondered what the criteria for Ascension were.
The sixth year of the Western Ocean Record.
Song Lin set sail, aboard a fifteen-ter-long wooden tower ship, accompanied by two White Tiger Puppets, two Wolf Demon Puppets, and thirty chanical wooden n. His destination: the Central Plains.
Traversing five thousand miles.
Everywhere he passed was desolate island after desolate island, sparsely populated by little demons.
Why had this place deteriorated to such a state?
The East Sea of the past was synonymous with abundance; had it all shifted to the Western Ocean?
At that mont, a peculiar island appeared ahead—a hybrid formation of an icy mountain and a fiery volcano: the Ice-fire Island.
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