Several years later.
Their understanding of the Immortal Realm underwent a tremendous change, for this was an Immortal Realm awash in news from its vast Immortal Borderlands and even the Outer Immortal Realm. Each day brought enough news to keep an immortal reading from morning until night.
At first, Meng Sheng and Ni Canghuan struggled to adapt to an Immortal Realm where information spread with such terrifying speed.
They had been frogs at the bottom of a well before. Even any major news they received in the lower realm might already have been a century old. Everyone cultivated at an exceptionally slow pace, spending most of their time contemplating heaven and earth.
Ni Canghuan scorned this, merely remarking that it was absurd for dignified cultivators to be such gossips. None of this news had anything to do with them; they were simply watching the excitement and gathering a few talking points.
But Meng Sheng teased apart the countless billions of reports in the daily "Star Pivot," drawing out their threads.
Sometimes, they worked as merchants in an Immortal City, earning their first pot of Immortal Spirit Stones.
Sometimes, they were rogue cultivators, taking on major escort jobs and pinpointing Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures they urgently needed.
More often, though, they explored secret realms.
Meng Sheng could even reel off the major powers in their region as though counting treasures in his own home-who they must not offend, where earth-shaking opportunities lay-and could even avoid calamities and natural disasters in advance. He practically lived like an Immortal Realm native.
One year.
Ni Canghuan was astonished.
"Meng Sheng, how do you know everything?"
"I learned it from Star Pivot."
"There's plenty of false information in there, and it's terribly muddled."
"Yes. Just read more and think more. You can distinguish truth