Several years later.
Their understanding of the Immortal Realm had undergone a tremendous transformation, for this was an Immortal Realm where news from vast Immortal Territories and even Immortal Realms Beyond Heaven exploded forth. The news each day was enough to keep an Immortal reading from morning till night.
At first, Meng Sheng and Ni Canghuan had not adapted to an Immortal Realm where information traveled with such terrifying speed.
After all, they had once been frogs at the bottom of a well. Even if they received any major news in the lower realm, it might have been something from a century ago. Everyone's pace of cultivation had been exceptionally slow, with most of their time spent comprehending Tiandi.
Ni Canghuan had scoffed at this, merely saying that dignified cultivators were actually such gossips. None of this news had anything to do with them; it was merely watching the spectacle and gaining a few topics of conversation.
But Meng Sheng sifted through the countless messages in the Star Pivot every day, separating thread from cocoon.
At times, they became merchants in an Immortal City, earning their first bucket of Immortal Spirit Stones.
At times, they became Rogue Cultivators, taking on major escort jobs and precisely locating some heavenly treasures and earthly materials they urgently needed.
But more often than not, they were explorers of secret realms.
Meng Sheng could even recite, as though listing treasures in his own home, the major powerful factions in their region—who could not be offended, where earthshaking opportunities lay, and even how to avoid calamitous disasters in advance. They had practically become natives of the Immortal Realm.
One year.
Ni Canghuan was greatly startled.
"Meng Sheng, how do you know everything?"
"I learned it from the Star Pivot."
"There's quite a lot of fake news