Upper Firmament Heaven, Lan Plains.
After Daoist Feng entered this place, he was assigned to a fairly spacious palace residence. Yet aside from an Upper Firmament Heaven Profound Venerable who came to greet him at the beginning, no one else ever came. It was as if they had forgotten him.
But he was not anxious. If they wished to drag things out, then he would keep them company. It was not Celestial Xia that could not afford to wait, but Upper Firmament Heaven.
As was customary, he sent out a letter each day requesting negotiations. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he also tried to observe this place.
In the more than three hundred years since Celestial Xia and Upper Firmament Heaven had separated, it was not as though no envoys had come here. However, none had stayed long, nor had they penetrated deeply within.
He judged that the place where he currently resided ought to be some minor realm attached to Upper Firmament Heaven. It could not be considered an important location, which was why no one restrained him and allowed him to wander about freely.
There were likewise many living people here, making their livelihoods by reclaiming and cultivating this wilderness. Yet the tools in their hands were exceedingly crude, and their methods of farming backward. Thus, each day he sent an incarnation outside to teach the local people writing and various forms of knowledge, helping them improve their laboring methods.
He remembered that when he had still been a minor Profound cultivator with very low cultivation, he had often done such things.
Back then, he would go out upon the wastelands and teach the living people on the land how to till the soil, how to identify and prepare medicinal herbs, how to forge more advanced tools, and