"Okay, it's already very late today. That's the end of the story. Let's disperse."
In the dilapidated courtyard, Cheng Lin glanced at the sky, and with a hint of malice, announced the end of the story just as it was about to reach its first climax.
Commonly known as: broken chapter
"Ah? Is it very late?"
"Mr. Ezreal, can you tell me more? What happened to Han Li next? I don't think I can sleep at all when I go back like this." A villager cried.
"Yeah, I can't sleep either. I have enough food anyway. I don't need to go hunting in the mountains tomorrow. I think I can listen to stories all night."
A villager from a hunting team said.
Almost all the other villagers nodded.
In this era of lack of entertainment, it is okay for noble dragons or dragon servants with higher status, but dragon servants like them at the lowest level have almost no spiritual entertainment to speak of.
Today I suddenly heard such a mysterious story, and you can imagine the shock in my heart.
In particular, they always regard this story of "a mortal cultivating immortality" as a fact that actually happened in the world, so they are even more immersed in it.
In order to make it easier for these people to understand, Cheng Lin deliberately made many changes to the background of the story to make it easier to understand.
This is also the reason why he chose the book "Mortals Cultivate Immortality".
There is no need to think about urban, sci-fi, two-dimensional, etc. Even if you talk about it, these villagers will not be able to understand it at all.
Cheng Lin could only choose some stories with ancient backgrounds and put them into his fictional lord background.
Conceptually replace the immortal and the magic dragon so that they can understand it and feel that it is a completely different country from where they are.
The writing method of the online story is full of attraction. For these "newbies" in the era of dragons, it is extremely lethal. Cheng Lin has no doubt that they can listen to it all night long.
"Okay, okay, stop arguing. You don't want to rest, but Mr. Ezreal still needs to rest. Get up, clean up the yard, and then go back to sleep!"
In the commotion, the most prestigious village chief stood up and said.
The villagers then closed their mouths and began to stand up slowly, but it was still obvious that they were unwilling to leave.
Even Lai looked dissatisfied with his desires.
Cheng Lin could only cough and said:
"It's too late today. Let's go back and rest first. I may have to bother you here for a while in the next few days. I'll tell you what you want to hear later."
"Really?"
"That's great!"
After hearing this, the villagers were finally satisfied. They tidied up the yard diligently, picked up all the bamboo sticks and other things, and then left together.
After everyone left, Cheng Lin discovered that Lai had already lit the stove in the house, laid out the earthen bed, and "Sweet Potato" jumped on it skillfully.
"Mr. Ezreal..."
"You go to sleep first, I still need to practice for a while."
Cheng Lin explained with a smile.
Through Han Li's story, the villagers have understood the meaning of the unfamiliar word "cultivation", and they also know that Cheng Lin is also a "immortal cultivator".
Hearing that he was going to practice, Lai naturally didn't dare to disturb him. He nodded and went back to sleep.
Cheng Lin was left sitting alone in the dilapidated courtyard, looking at the world that suddenly became colder. He took a deep breath and looked up at the stars.
A thin cloud covered the moon, but it could not cover the stars. Although hundreds of millions of years had passed, the starry sky remained largely unchanged.
If some stars were extinguished during this long period of time, Cheng Lin couldn't tell.
"Compared to the lifespan of the stars, human life is indeed too short."
Cheng Lin couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Cheng Lin couldn't help but think of the story he had just told. Immediately, he felt a little leisurely fascination in his heart. After the spiritual energy was revived, those seemingly far-off stories suddenly became no longer so vague.
"What is the ultimate goal of cultivation? Maybe I will never get the answer in my lifetime."
Shaking his head and putting these emotions aside, Cheng Lin sat cross-legged and meditated, condensed his mental power into a bundle, activated "synaesthesia", and spread towards "Udon City" in the dark night.
After the deduction program released the first task, there was no movement again.
Cheng Lin didn't know what the next plot would be, but he guessed that it was most likely related to this city.
…
…
It is quite far away from the small mountain village where Cheng Lin is located.
On an open plain, a city stands.
It was a majestic city that was far larger than Udon City, but the difference was that it was not built on flat ground, but on a huge mountain.
It is a mountain with an altitude of several thousand meters.
The cities built by the dragon servants are densely distributed from the foot of the mountain to the mountainside. However, the higher you go, the fewer the buildings are, but the scale becomes more grand.
The peak of this mountain is flat.
On this section, which is as smooth as a knife, stands an extremely majestic hall.
Just one pillar is hundreds of meters long.
The palace has a strange shape, with a spiral top, straight into the sky, spitting out colorful rays of light, flickering on and off, as if it were alive.
In this silent night, it seems like it has been standing for thousands of years.
suddenly.
A ray of fire appeared out of thin air in the dark starry sky. The fire easily broke through the dragon's magic barrier and bloomed at the main entrance of the hall. And in this scarlet-hot flame, a huge one covered in crimson phosphorus armor.
The giant dragon gradually appeared.
It took heavy steps and quickly walked into the center of the hall.
In this extremely empty and magnificent space, there is a bronze table hundreds of meters long.
Next to the table, there is a powerful and deep shadow.
"Adelaide! Have you found a solution?"
The fiery red dragon opened his mouth and asked the shadow.
Every time he uttered a syllable, a wisp of flame shook off his huge body.
The figure standing at the edge of the majestic bronze table did not respond immediately. He just asked: "Where is Aldington? He's not here?"
The fiery red dragon roared, and two scarlet flames spit out from between its mouth and nose:
"When did it care about such a thing?"
"Right."
The figure beside the long bronze table seemed to smile, and immediately before the flame dragon was about to become furious, he said, "I have never found a solution, but I unexpectedly gained some inspiration from the unpredictable fate."
"What revelation?"
The hall was silent for a while.
The figure standing beside the long bronze table finally turned around, and from the endless shadows, a finger claw covered with dark gray phosphorous armor was revealed.
Suddenly, surging magical power emerged.
In the colorful divine light, a parchment scroll slowly fell and unfolded like a withered autumn leaf.
And on this leather scroll, there is actually a lifelike portrait:
It was a "dragon servant" with a strange appearance, like a "freak", with a gentle and confident smile on the corner of his mouth.
Immediately, an unquestionable voice, or an order, echoed in the hall: