Skyscrapers rose in tightly packed rows.
Traffic flowed through the streets, and planes crossed the sky.
Even this rather remote life-bearing planet had scenery worth admiring.
Perhaps not everyone was wealthy or healthy, but everyone could live a normal life.
By the standards of Cultivation, its technology was still rudimentary.
But because it had developed in a world of immortals and heroes, it differed somewhat from the technology of a world without magic.
The differences were hard to explain in a few words.
With Cultivation woven into it, the technology looked more like the future Meng Chuan had once imagined before crossing over.
Meng Chuan walked through the city, taking it all in. Then he noticed something that seemed out of place in modern society.
At the center of every city stood a temple, thick with Incense Offerings and utterly unlike the surrounding buildings in style.
Openly worshipping a god and spreading Faith? That could get you beheaded.
Not here, of course.
The temples enshrined the Heavenly Emperor.
Meng Chuan entered one of his temples and found that the Heavenly Emperor was depicted as an old man.
Across the Universe, the Heavenly Emperor came in all shapes and forms.
Almost no one had seen him, after all. People fashioned different images of him for different purposes.
The Heavenly Emperor invoked in war was usually a burly man. The one prayed to for wealth generally looked kindly. The one asked for children was a handsome young man...
There had even been female depictions of the Heavenly Emperor. The sheer nerve of it.
The moment Meng Chuan sensed one, he changed everything and cut off such depictions at the root.
The Dao Realm clearly told everyone that the Heavenly Emperor was a young man, yet all sorts of images kept appearing.
Such