Those old things hadn't lied, it seemed. They were probably frighteningly old, Jiang Qiao thought.
He had learned something.
A surge of excitement rose in Jiang Qiao's heart.
This was the Nether Era.
Many secrets lost in the River of History, long since forgotten, might still have left clues here.
Perfect.
He had plenty of questions.
He could take this opportunity to ask them all.
"Do you know Feng Qiu? Do you know what a xian is?" Jiang Qiao began with a question that had troubled him for years.
Many years ago.
When the [Simulator] mentioned the "Fate Dice."
It had provided a passage of information:
"Xin You, changyang ying sha..."
"Guihai, nether sea appears xian..."
"Jichou, feng qiu collapse..."
Yet.
After all these years, the information he had gathered remained limited.
All he knew was this.
Changyang Mountain was a forbidden zone in the Supernatural World. The founder of the General's Tomb had died there, and the Divine Temple in its deepest reaches might have had some connection to "Dual Pupils."
Feng Qiu, meanwhile, was the ruin of a civilization deep in the underworld.
Venerable Yu of the Guangming Society had entered it three hundred years ago, brought back some incomplete half-god remains, and fashioned them into a half-god item.
Beyond that.
There was no other information.
As for the so-called "xian," he had never even heard of it. Everything he knew about that word came from a few folk tales he had encountered before transmigrating.
As the saying went, "A human dies and becomes a ghost; a ghost dies and becomes a xian."
But what exactly did that mean, and what was such a thing in this Supernatural World?
He had no idea.
"Feng Qiu?"
The man's expression changed slightly at the word.
Hmm?
Looks like he knows.