River Lantern Wishes

Those bird calls she had heard in her dream last night must have been made by them.

Song Zhizhi took out some leftover dry rations from her storage pouch and set them by the window. Then she closed it, changed clothes, and went outside to find something to eat.

At this hour, Myriad Swords City was exceptionally lively. Song Zhizhi found a breakfast stall, ordered a steaming bowl of wontons, and ate at an unhurried pace.

Perhaps because the plants and animals of the cultivation world all contained spiritual energy, Song Zhizhi felt that the wontons here were even more delicious than those she had eaten in her previous life. Before she knew it, she had eaten three large bowls, only barely feeling full.

Song Zhizhi paid and was just about to leave when she suddenly overheard the diners beside her talking.

"The beast tides in Extreme Sea City have been breaking out more and more often in recent years. In the past, you might not see one even once in ten years, but these past few years, there's one every three or five years."

"The Demon King has fallen. Without a Demon King to restrain those sea demons, I'd say the war from ten thousand years ago will soon be repeated."

Song Zhizhi halted: Had the sea demon beast tide in Extreme Sea City—the cause of the human-demon war in the original novel—already begun at this point?

Song Zhizhi's heart sank. She knew better than anyone else that a war between humans and demons would erupt in this world ten years from now. She did not have Song Miaomiao's female lead halo, and the original host's aptitude was mediocre. Without a sect's protection, it would be difficult for her to preserve herself once the war began.

Song Zhizhi was still rather afraid of dying. If she wanted somewhere to shelter her in the future, she had to give it her all in the Sword Sect selection half a month from now.

Filled with lofty ambition, Song Zhizhi returned to the inn and seized every moment to cultivate diligently.

This body had originally possessed cultivation at the fifth level of Qi Refinement. Recalling the original host's cultivation memories, Song Zhizhi closed her eyes and immersed herself in the profound state of cultivation.

She felt strands of warm spiritual energy rushing into her body, competing with one another. After circulating through her meridians for one cycle, they were compressed into crimson spiritual energy as thin as hairs and settled into her dantian. It felt as though a warming patch had been stuck to her lower abdomen, continuously radiating heat.

After one night, Song Zhizhi felt that she had already touched the barrier of the fifth level of Qi Refinement. She estimated that another two nights of cultivation would allow her to break through to the sixth level. This should have been a good thing, but Song Zhizhi frowned.

Something was wrong. In her memories, the original host

had suffered from

dual water-and-fire spiritual roots. Her cultivation progress had been slower than ordinary people's, and it had taken her eight years just to break through to the fifth level of Qi Refinement. Yet her progress from a single night of cultivation was comparable to the original host's achievements over an entire year.

Why was her cultivation speed so much faster than the original host's? It seemed capable of rivaling that of someone with a single spiritual root.

Song Zhizhi could not make heads or tails of it, but faster spiritual energy absorption was not a bad thing in the end. She seized the time and immersed herself in cultivation.

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River Lantern Wishes

After meditating and cultivating for two hours, Song Zhizhi's stomach growled so loudly that she could not bear it any longer. She went downstairs and wolfed down three large bowls of spiritual rice before finally feeling full.

Even Song Zhizhi, dull as she was, felt something was off. Over the past few days, her appetite seemed to have grown larger, and she was getting hungry more and more easily. If she missed even one meal, she would be so hungry that her limbs went weak and stars danced before her eyes. Other than her appetite, the only change was her increased cultivation speed.

Could it be that as her cultivation speed increased, her appetite would increase as well?

Song Zhizhi wanted to find a doctor to examine her, but Myriad Swords City only had physicians who treated mortals. Medical cultivators who treated cultivators were nowhere to be found.

She could only first meditate and look inward, examining her meridians and internal organs. Naturally, she found nothing unusual. The spiritual power near her dantian merely seemed somewhat more active than usual, but that activity would not harm her body.

Song Zhizhi decided that after entering the Sword Sect, she would find a chance to seek out a medical cultivator. Her intuition told her it should not be a major problem.

After hastily finishing dinner, dusk descended. Bright lanterns lit up one after another along Myriad Swords City's main streets, illuminating them as brightly as day, no worse than modern streetlights.

The nights in Myriad Swords City seemed even livelier than elsewhere.

"Miss, today is the Myriad Peace Festival of our cultivation world. Would you like to buy a river lantern? If you set a river lantern afloat today, the Heavenly Dao will bless you and make all your wishes come true."

A street vendor warmly promoted a lotus-shaped river lantern to Song Zhizhi.

The Myriad Peace Festival was an extremely important holiday in the cultivation world. It was said to have been established to celebrate the victory in the human-demon war ten thousand years ago, carrying roughly the same significance as National Day.

Song Zhizhi knew more than anyone. On the day of the Myriad Peace Festival ten years later, the barrier between the human realm and demon realm would collapse, and the two realms would once again be plunged into war.

The war between the human realm and demon realm was the original novel's main plot. The war lasted for several hundred years, and the female lead Song Miaomiao grew through the conflict, eventually becoming the leader of the cultivation world. She led cultivators to slaughter the Demon Race, along with the Demon Race's leader at the time, Xie Xiuji, bringing the war to an end. Yet after that battle, the cultivation world was grievously weakened, the world's spiritual energy declined at a terrifying speed, and after the female lead, no one ever ascended again.

Song Zhizhi sighed. Though she knew where this world was headed, no one would believe her if she spoke of it. And with her strength alone, she could never prevent the barrier from collapsing. War would come sooner or later.

Ten years. This world still had ten years of peace...

At this moment, Song Zhizhi had no idea that because of one tiny action of hers, the future strongest Demon King of the Demon Race had already been swept away by the flutter of her butterfly wings. The future had been changed by more than half.

Of course, that was a story for later.

At this moment, Song Zhizhi held a river lantern as she stood beside the moat. Though the river outside Myriad Swords City was called a moat, it looked more like a great river several hundred meters wide. A flight-restricting formation had been set over its surface.

Everyone who came to release river lanterns into the moat could only walk to the designated locations.

The lights by the moat were not as bright as those in the city. Men, women, young, and old stood along the bank, each holding a differently shaped river lantern and setting it into the water with devout expressions.

"Heavenly Dao above, please bless my father with smooth sailing in all things while he is away. Please do not let him encounter any danger."

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