In his childhood.
It was as though he had entered a dreamlike world, where cultivators could soar through the skies and burrow through the earth, battling all manner of extraordinary creatures.
He could also see faint traces of something in the air that no one else could see. He did not know what it was, but it was exceedingly thin, visible only amid the mountains and rivers of those so-called "tourist sanctuaries."
As it happened...
To pursue that invisible thing, he and several friends had joined a tour group to a remote mountain range said to contain ruins left behind by prehistoric civilization.
Of course, he knew that was merely a gimmick. Ancient ruins were never his goal.
Yet...
That day, the heavens darkened and the earth dimmed, the entire world shook, and an enormous extraterrestrial object descended from beyond the sky.
For some inexplicable reason, they had "boarded the vehicle," crossed the starry skies, and arrived in this so-called Immortal Realm... Such a bizarre experience would likely draw roaring laughter if told aloud, yet it had truly happened to them...
And this young man named Ming Yu might never know.
That dreamlike experience of his was remarkably... remarkably similar to the experience of a certain cultivator from the Ancient Era.
Up ahead.
Chen Xun fell silent for an instant.
Yet to an Immortal, a single instant held hundreds of millions of thoughts.
They called themselves people of Blue Star.
Not people of Earth.
Their robes and clothing were not the same as the garments from before his transmigration either. There were similarities, but they were certainly different.
There were many possibilities.
Blue Star might have been Earth, but its history had suffered a break in succession. Perhaps civilizations had existed before, only to be lost and buried in the