A Century of Development

Dawn was just breaking, with only a faint streak of red in the east.

Feng Xu practiced Tai Chi in front of his house.

Mist hung heavy in the mountains, but it could not get near him. After finishing the routine, he was still clean and refreshed.

He had kept up this habit for a long time. Even during the endless years he had spent sleepwalking through Purple Cloud Palace, he had done the same.

In terms of technique alone, his Tai Chi was second to none. He practiced it now to focus on harmonizing the Nine-Turn Origin Art and the Eight-Nine Mystical Art within him.

Feng Xu could now cultivate both arts at the same time.

Their energies circulated along different paths, though some sections overlapped. In those sections, he guided the Nine-Turn Origin Art through first, then used the Eight-Nine Mystical Art to speed his recovery.

By the time the morning mist cleared, sunlight spilled into the mountains.

Feng Xu finished his practice and went to his study to work.

Today, he would continue refining the plans for a large ship.

The ships built before had been ordinary vessels. They were neither fast nor equipped with any special functions, and a cultivator could easily destroy one.

The new design included a steam mechanism.

There was not enough fuel, so he had to design a Dharma Artifact that could function as a steam engine and optimize the entire propulsion system.

And if he was improving the propulsion system, he might as well upgrade everything else: the ship's defensive arrays, its means of attack, its storage capacity, and more.

Come to think of it, he also needed to design a flying Dharma Artifact.

The Great Wilderness was vast, and the Human Race had so few people. Who knew how long