80 Years Of Signing-In At The Cold Palace, I Am Unrivalled Chapter 296

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After leaving the imperial capital, Lin Jiufeng began to travel around. His first stop was the territory of the Myriad Races.

Among the Myriad Races, he had never been to many of them. Now, he had enough time to visit them one by one.

Among the so-called Myriad Races, there were only a few major races that were really worthy for Lin Jiufeng to go to. The others weren't worth going to.

The Myriad Races of the current era were no longer as magnificent as before. At the peak of their strength, there were really tens of thousands of races in the Myriad Races. Each of these races had False Immortals, and the more powerful ones all had immortals. At that time, the Number One Race was also present. The Primordial God Mountain also slowly became stronger under the guidance of the God of Darkness.

That should be the peak of the era of the Myriad Races.

After all, the Kunlun Immortal was just a small immortal back then. Although he displayed unlimited potential, that was all.

Before he truly realized his potential, he was still just a weakling after all as compared to the other immortals.

For example, when many people made mistakes and others defended themselves, the most common excuse was the following.

He was still a child!

He still had a lot of potential!

The meaning was the same.

In history, what realm did the peak figures of the same era reach? What huge contributions had they made?

Could a person be comparable to such peak figures just because he had potential?

Would he be able to obtain 10% of the peak figures' achievements?

If he couldn't, then the potential that he mentioned was just potential, that's all.

At that time, the Kunlun Immortal was like that. He was inconspicuous among the Myriad Races, and he wasn't too presumptuous. When the Primordial God Mountain rose up, he tried to resist. But with the help of the God of Darkness, he was defeated without any surprise.

The Kunlun Immortal remembered this grudge.

Then, after the Myriad Races declined, he rose up unbelievably and killed his way into the Eye of the North Sea. He killed the God of Darkness who lived in seclusion there and then established a tomb to suppress the Eye of the North Sea for more than 10,000 years.

As for him, he brought the Number One Race with him to fight a war together. Since then, there had been no news of him.

The Kunlun Immortal realized his potential and became powerful. In the peak of the Myriad Races, there were countless immortals who were as talented as him. But without exception, they all disappeared midway. Some died, some fell, and some walked the wrong path.

In the corners of history, there were many such stories. In the past, these stories might be specks of dust, but for the protagonist of the stories, these stories were their entire lives.

Lin Jiufeng walked through the Myriad Races. He went to the ends of the world and the corners of the earth.

He signed in and comprehended the Dao.

He measured the ground with his feet.

He observed the clouds and listened to the rain.

He walked through the mortal realm.

Every day, he would go to a place. After signing in, he would begin to comprehend something new.

The treasures that he signed in were random. He didn't know if they could help him, so he comprehended the Dao himself.

Being able to sign in provided him a shortcut.

But he never slacked off.

He was willing to be lonely. In his loneliness, he washed his inner mind and his restless heart.

Three months was neither long nor short.

In the past three months, he didn't deliberately pay attention to the matters of the world. He also didn't care so much about the improvement of his cultivation base.

He repeatedly searched for his own shortcomings.

Or perhaps it could be called a weakness.

Find them and then modify them.

This was what Lin Jiufeng was doing.

He successfully found several weaknesses and patched them up accordingly.

Although the improvement didn't seem to be big, it made him into a person with no weaknesses.

On this day, Lin Jiufeng raised his head and looked at the horizon.

His eyes were lifeless and empty.

In front of him was a huge lake.

The evening light scattered on the lake, making it look like broken gold pieces, reflecting gold in the sparkling waves.

In the distance, in the fields, the grains swayed and splashed like waves. The wind blew through the waves of wheat, showing that the year of harvest had arrived.

Nearby, the call of chickens and the barks of dogs sounded.

The mountain village in the sunset was filled with auspiciousness. It was detached from the world, like a utopia.

Lin Jiufeng had been here for three days. In these three days, he didn't go anywhere and settled down in the small mountain village.

He was tall and sturdy. His hair and beard had grown frantically in the past three months. His clothes were also tattered, making him look like a homeless man.

He was immersed in his own world all day long and had little communication with the outside world.

He was originally going to leave this place, but the village chief saw that he was in a daze as if he had a mental problem, so he asked Lin Jiufeng to stay, giving him a place to live in.

“Our Yuhua God Dynasty is so prosperous, how can we let you wander outside homelessly?”

“In such a good era, as long as you are diligent, why would you starve to death?”

“Although you are mentally ill, you are still tall and strong. Stay in this village, I will take care of you.”

“Our Yuhua God Dynasty doesn't allow anyone to beg. The old must have people to support them and the young must have people to depend on. This is an order from Emperor De.”

“If you are physically disabled, that will be easy to handle. I can send you to Little River Town. There's a disabled people's shelter there, and food will be distributed every day. There will also be free doctors to treat you.”

“But your body is fine, so don't waste the country's resources. I'll take care of you.”

The village chief patted Lin Jiufeng's tall shoulders and went out to command the people to harvest the rice.

Lin Jiufeng sat on a small stool with his back against the wall. He watched a group of old men playing with a group of young children in the distance, laughing and joking. There was also a dog barking at the side.

This place was filled with the flavor of life.

Lin Jiufeng narrowed his eyes and looked into the distance. His spiritual consciousness was slowly awakening.

In the past few days, he had been immersed in his own world, so much so that the village chief thought that he had a mental problem and asked him to stay.

He should have continued walking forward instead of stopping.

But, like being in a dream, he actually stayed in this village like this.

Listening carefully and looking carefully at the world around him.

This was the scent of life of the mortal realm.

It was the most common and ordinary thing, but how many otherworldly powerhouses yearned for it?

This village was called the Village of Heaven. The villagers moved here from all directions and lived in seclusion in the forest.

In the distance, Lin Jiufeng saw a green ox slowly walking past. A shepherd was riding on it, playing the flute.

The sound of the flute was crisp and ringing.

It was like a clear spring flowing in the desert, leisurely and cool.

It soothed the sense of imbalance in Lin Jiufeng's heart.

A few days ago, he was still an immortal in the eyes of the world, high and mighty.

At this moment, he was a lunatic.

A sloppy lunatic.

He stayed in the small village in a daze.

The difference between these two scenes was too great, causing Lin Jiufeng's heart to feel a little imbalanced.

But now, under the Shepherd Boy's flute, all of this disappeared.

He remembered what he had to do.

Three months had passed.

Lin Jiufeng raised his head and looked at the sky.

At this moment, there was no confusion or emptiness in his eyes.

Only infinite determination was left.

Lin Jiufeng came to the lake. There were a few aunties washing clothes here, and a few children playing catch fish in the shallow water area, full of laughter.

Using the water as a mirror, Lin Jiufeng looked at his savage-like appearance and smiled calmly.

He condensed his immortal energy into a razor and cleaned himself up seriously.

He shaved off his beard, cleansed himself, and tied up his hair.

He threw away his sloppy clothes and put on the sparkling and flawless Yuhua Immortal Robe.

Lin Jiufeng returned to his original appearance, that of an elegant young man.

That weak scholar.

The others looked at him in disbelief. They didn't expect Lin Jiufeng to be so stunning after his transformation.

Yes, stunning.

This was their evaluation of Lin Jiufeng.

They had never seen anyone like Lin Jiufeng.

In the eyes of the people, he was a peerless immortal.

Lin Jiufeng only smiled at them. Then, without hesitation, he flew straight into the sky.

Over there, the sky opened a hole for him.

He was on his way to bury the Celestial Realm.

Chapter end