At this moment, the sun had just set, and the river of stars had only begun to emerge, yet the Myriad Dharma Sect's Divine Capital outer branch had already fallen utterly silent.
It was not because the disciples stationed in the Divine Capital went to bed early or spent every night cultivating. They were all "bold souls" who wished they could revel every night—working in the morning, practicing in the afternoon, and refusing to sleep until they had partied past midnight. Their rhythm of life was practically that of twenty-first-century white-collar workers.
Although Divine Land wore the skin of ancient China, its economic foundation had long since surpassed the "Asia Minor mode of production." The technological revolution of the Immortal Dao had not directly shaken commoners' lives, but it had quietly permeated every aspect of Human Dao. At least in terms of consumption patterns, this place was still very similar to twenty-first-century Earth.
And the status of "researchers"—that was, Modern Dharma Cultivators—had been elevated without limit in this world. These outer disciples were merely at the bottom of the research world, but they were unquestionably high-income earners. They truly had the means to revel night after night.
But those means only put them on the level of white-collar workers. If they encountered one of the world's top tycoons, they did not have enough to show off.
Especially when that tycoon looked as though he was contemplating life itself, these white-collar workers felt even less inclined to party.
Although Selections of Myriad Dharma had been bought by Liang Jin at the request of Foundation Establishment Realm disciples, the Qi Refining disciples had also purchased copies and passed them around. Wang Qi had not failed to interact with his fellow disciples while revising his paper, so when they saw the "front-page" paper