The Language of Communication

In the Kunlun Sacred Land, the Emperor lit a stick of incense for all spirits.

The incense of ten thousand spirits is formed by the burning of incense in the worship of thousands of people. Amidst the swirling smoke and mist, a grayish-white radiance occasionally floats by, and the figure of a woman dressed in modern clothes appears.

The Emperor looked at the supreme god from the upper realm with great interest.

He repeatedly addressed Ren Anran with respect, but the Emperor who had used Ren Anran's body to observe clearly knew that the other party was just a member of the Upper Realm, not a powerful or influential figure, and that the other party's strength was very weak.

However, precisely because Ren Anran's identity was too ordinary, he, having only a small part of the world, felt that there were countless cultivators in the upper realm, and those with Divine Ability powers must far surpass those in the Three Realms.

Moreover, Ren Anran had discussed a wonderful method with him, a method that had already greatly benefited the Emperor.

With just a little deeper thought, he yearned for the vast and boundless unknown, and always looked towards the opportunity that might transform his life.

He had investigated Ren Anran for years, witnessing firsthand how the other party had grown from weak to strong.

Ren Anran's recent enhancement has piqued the Emperor's interest.

The fact that the other party had the ability to erase the Technique Method marks he had once planted alarmed the Emperor, causing him and Ren Anran to stare at each other.

He saw Ren Anran injecting medicine into her earlobe. The medicine, which was completely different from the Heavenly God General of the Dao of Alchemy God, opened his eyes and made him feel that the elixirs of the Upper Realm were mysterious and magical.

If Ren Anran does not erase the mark and does not suddenly gain strength through injections, the Emperor will not show any emotion.

But he was too familiar with Ren Anran's power; this was the direction he was pursuing, pushing the power of his realm from quantitative change to qualitative change.

Whether it's the Cultivation Method Ren Anran instructed him on, or the medicine Ren Anran injected at this moment, these are both things he urgently needs.

"God!"

The Emperor bowed slightly in greeting.

Beneath the Myriad Longevity Pavilion, Ren Anran also observed this world that she could only gaze at from afar but had never actually touched.

Everything was real as Ren Anran saw it all. She touched the ancient wood that built the Myriad Longevity Pavilion and felt its tangible texture.

Without Zhang Xuezhou's repeated affirmations, Ren Anran would have thought this was a product of her imagination, rather than something real.

The world's bizarre and uncanny nature was laid bare before Ren Anran.

Just as Ren Anran was about to touch the Rare Flowers and Exotic Herbs and plants she saw, she suddenly remembered Zhang Xuezhou's warning, which made her quickly withdraw her attention.

She was not facing some nobody, nor was she some insignificant figure she could easily deal with. Instead, she was facing a top-tier cultivator who could forcibly keep her in this world, and the other party might even be an emperor.

These great cultivators are unfathomable in their thoughts and ideas.

As long as there is a considerable benefit to such a person, it is perfectly normal for them to be a good friend one second and then take Ren Anran's body for anatomical research the next.

They have no regard for laws or rules; all rules are dictated by them.

If the other party were to fully understand Ren Anran's background and everything about the real world, Ren Anran's usefulness would be greatly reduced, and her fate would be uncertain.

Fellow Daoist!

Ren Anran returned the greeting with a slight bow.

Ren Anran grew up under the red flag of the Scarlet Alliance State, but she was well-versed in etiquette, and her graceful return of the greeting was not impolite.

"Could the High God teach us the language of the gods in the upper realms, so that we may communicate freely?"

The Emperor briefly possessed Ren Anran's body, but possession does not equate to the Emperor instantly having Ren Anran's memories; rather, it merely means that the Emperor temporarily took control of Ren Anran's body.

He truly knew nothing about the Scarlet Alliance State.

However, the Emperor did not doubt his learning ability. He could not learn lip reading, but as long as Ren Anran could make sounds normally, he would learn very quickly. It was not difficult for him to master a language in just a few days.

"Language... language... the language of communication!"

Seeing Ren Anran's slight confusion, the Emperor pointed to his mouth and gestured, then pointed to the Myriad Longevity Pavilion.

"The Myriad Longevity Pavilion," the Emperor said.

"Gazebo?"

Ren Anran asked a question, which made the Emperor nod quickly, feeling that he had already learned the first language phrase.

Learning a language is not difficult. To communicate normally, you only need to know two or three thousand words. Once you know these words and can combine them flexibly, communication will come naturally.

Having successfully completed his studies, the Emperor then pointed to the surrounding rivers and mountains.

The Emperor of Western Kunlun spoke again.

"Your home!"

Ren Anran nodded in response.

The Emperor happily introduced the matter, gesturing repeatedly with his mouth. Ren Anran knew very well that he was rapidly learning the language, trying to understand the things she knew.

This is an extremely strong desire to spy on and control, even if the Emperor's knowledge of language might benefit Ren Anran.

What Ren Anran was more concerned about was what her actual situation would become.

She didn't know why she was there, but Ren Anran had previously used the divine power to enhance the sixth chapter of the Mental Strengthening Chapter technique with the help of the Heavenly God General.

Having lost control of her body, how could she possibly guide herself to break through her mental limits?

But Ren Anran couldn't rush things. She could only point to her own body from time to time and ask a question, while also trying to understand the Emperor in reverse and learning the language system he possessed.

"If my older brother were here, he would probably learn very quickly, Xuezhou learns very quickly too!"

Ren Anran was far slower at learning languages than Ren Wuyang, who could learn them in one go, and she didn't have Zhang Xuezhou's strong memory either. However, she was very grateful that Zhang Xuezhou had written and translated many texts and had repeatedly read and identified lip readings when communicating with her.

For Ren Anran, she could occasionally hear some familiar words from the Emperor's mouth, thus guessing what he was really saying.

"This is Rouge Roland!"

"A beautiful flower!"

The Emperor and Ren Anran's communication was not very smooth, which eventually forced the Emperor to go to the Sutra Repository to obtain some scrolls and silk books for reading and reading, and then compare them with various physical objects to communicate.

Only when the sound of horses neighing came from the sky did Ren Anran look up at the sky above the Sutra Repository.

Eight magnificent horses trod through the air, pulling a bright yellow chariot embroidered with phoenixes as it flew through the sky.

Colorful banners fluttered on the ceremonial carriage, and four women in colorful clothes rode in front of it. Inside the carriage, a woman wearing a light veil gazed downwards.

"His Majesty has been away for several days. Which young lady has taken a fancy to this time?"

The voice from the ceremonial carriage was distant and ethereal, yet steady, and its jokes carried a hint of melancholy.

"Stop flying around like a complaining woman all day long! The gods are here, so be more composed!"

The Emperor was greatly troubled. He pointed to the chariot that was still flying above the Scripture Pavilion, and then to the woman inside the chariot.

"My wife!" the Emperor introduced.

"My wife, this name sounds so pleasant to pronounce!"

Ren Anran nodded, and then followed the Emperor in calling the Empress "my wife" twice.

The nonsensical language gave the Emperor a major headache, making him realize how incredibly difficult it was to learn a language in unfamiliar circumstances.

But the mistress of Western Kunlun has arrived, and with the combined strength of the two, the Emperor believes things will surely become simpler.