Qingcheng Ruoxue seemed lost in thought. In the end, she appeared to have nowhere else to go and could only follow Li Poxiao and me toward the village. In this desolate dense forest, the very existence of a village was a wonder. We prepared to descend into it, but some of the villagers seemed to have spotted us. As if they had never heard of or seen anything like us, they were frightened pale.
We flew down into the village, and they all hid inside their homes, shutting the doors. Li Poxiao and I exchanged baffled looks. Judging by their clothing, most of them wore coarse linen they had made themselves, as though they were still living in the agricultural age. It was bewildering.
"Could we have traveled back to ancient times?" I froze for a moment. There were indeed plenty of such beings among the inhabitants of the Human God Realm and the other five great worlds, but this was the Ancient God Realm. It should have developed for who knew how many years. How had it returned to the agricultural age? Shouldn't everyone have attained the Dao and become an immortal or something?
"Hard to say. Let's ask them first." As Li Poxiao spoke, he walked over and knocked on a family's door. Unexpectedly, after he asked them a few questions, the family soon came out, chattering away about who knew what.
Just as Li Poxiao and I had no idea what to do, Qingcheng Ruoxue came over and began conversing with the family in the ancient tongue. Soon, the family hesitated, and the oldest among them went to a slightly larger-looking house and knocked on its door.
While we waited, we began observing these "ancient people." They looked no different from ordinary humans, but after I opened