bookbashuk Chapter 370 The First Meal After Transmigrating
Chapter 370 The First Meal After Transmigrating
The next day, at eight o'clock in the morning.
The square at the entrance to the Yunyin Sect.
Everyone had taken their assigned positions and remained completely silent.
Chen Anran stood before the crowd, holding the "Time-Traces Ancient Jade" in his hands. The jade pendant shimmered with a deep, ethereal light in the morning light, as if a galaxy were swirling within it.
He closed his eyes and focused his mind, his consciousness sinking into his body, connecting with the vast spiritual network centered on the blood pool array eye, spanning a radius of thirty kilometers. The immense spiritual power deep within the earth's veins, forcibly reversed by the array and returned to dormancy, was now like a giant beast awakening, being drawn and gathered by him little by little.
hum-
A deep rumble came from underground, and the mountain trembled slightly. The crowd in the square held their breath, and some instinctively tightened their grip on the hands of those around them.
Chen Anran opened his eyes, and a rune seemed to flash briefly in the depths of his pupils. He bit his fingertip, and a drop of crimson blood fell onto the Time-Traces Ancient Jade.
The moment the blood droplet touched the jade surface, it was like a drop of water falling into boiling oil!
boom!!!
The eerie light surged, instantly engulfing Chen Anran's figure, and emanating from him, it transformed into an invisible ripple that rapidly spread outwards!
Wherever the ripples passed, the space rippled violently, like water on which a pebble had been thrown. The mountain gate, the palaces, the plaza, the back mountain, the medicinal fields... even the entire Yunyin Mountain, and the now deserted resort complex at its foot, everything was enveloped and permeated by these ripples.
The light began to distort, the scenery lost its original outlines, and colors mixed and blurred, like an overturned palette. Time seemed to be stretched out, yet also compressed, and a sense of weightlessness and inversion gripped everyone.
"Keep your mind focused!" Chen Anran's voice pierced through the bizarre and distorted scene, resounding directly in everyone's minds.
The next moment, the world spun around!
There was no sound, no color, only an endless feeling of falling and tearing. It was as if I had fallen into a tunnel made of countless shattered mirrors, with fragments of light and shadow from the past, present, and future rushing towards me, only to turn to dust the moment they touched me.
I don't know how much time passed; it might have been a moment, or it might have been ten thousand years.
The ground beneath my feet trembled.
The feeling of weightlessness suddenly disappeared, and light and color returned.
Chen Anran was the first to open her eyes.
What comes into view is a hazy sky with low-hanging leaden clouds, and the air is filled with the scent of earth, as well as... a spiritual energy of heaven and earth that is far richer than that of modern times, yet chaotic and restless!
He stood in the square in front of the main hall of the Cloud Hidden Sect, with familiar spirit-gathering stone slabs beneath his feet.
Looking around, the mountain is still the same mountain, the palace still stands, and the resort at the foot of the mountain is unchanged, but the surrounding scenery is completely different.
There are no roads, no trace of modern civilization. Only rolling, densely vegetated primeval forests stretching to the horizon. In the distance, wisps of smoke rise faintly—are they villages? Cities?
They truly left the modern world, leaving behind that spiritually depleted, Dharma-ending Age.
This is the territory of the Great Qian Dynasty three thousand years ago.
Suppressed gasps, coughs, and hushed inquiries to confirm each other's safety came from behind. Chen Anran did not turn around; his divine sense spread rapidly like mercury, enveloping a thirty-kilometer radius around himself.
He sensed everything: the terrain, the flow of spiritual energy, birds, beasts, insects, and even the faint "human presence" and mixed spiritual energy fluctuations emanating from several directions, belonging to human settlements.
Within the safe zone, no powerful cultivators or dangerous monsters are approaching. Yunyin Mountain, along with its body, appears out of nowhere, embedded in this unfamiliar land, somewhat abruptly blending into the surrounding environment, but it has not triggered any violent conflict with the earth's veins.
The power of the ancient jade bearing the marks of time seems to have smoothly completed this "grafting".
"I... I successfully time-traveled?" Fatty Li's voice trembled, but more than anything, it was filled with unbelievable elation.
"Spiritual energy... such dense spiritual energy!" Master Tianbao took a deep breath, his old face glowing red. "Although it's mixed and violent, it's real spiritual energy! I can cultivate again!"
The Feng and Jiang families were even more excited. Many of them had already tried to circulate their family's inherited techniques. Although the spiritual energy in this world was very different from that of the Dharma-ending Age, and its circulation was sluggish, the real feeling of spiritual energy entering their bodies brought tears to everyone's eyes.
Qi Lan licked her lips, her amber vertical pupils sharply scanning her surroundings: "This is three thousand years ago? The air... smells strongly of blood and smoke."
Lu Kong stood to the side and slightly behind Chen Anran, silently gazing at the unfamiliar horizon in the distance, his expression complex and unfathomable.
Chen Anran withdrew his divine sense and turned to face the crowd.
"Let's eat first."
Those three simple words eased the tense atmosphere. Everyone exchanged glances, and then genuine smiles appeared on their faces in unison. Some of the younger ones even let out a timely rumble in their stomachs.
Yes, of all things, eating is the most important. Especially after just experiencing a mind-blowing time travel, the first thing to do after getting back on solid ground is so simple and ordinary, which inexplicably puts many people's anxieties back to reality.
"Yes, yes, yes! Let's eat! Master is right!" Fatty Li was the first to react, his voice booming, his fat face trembling with excitement. "Don't just stand there! Wang Rui, Zhang Hao, and you guys, come with me! Help me bring the food out!"
As he shouted orders, he strode briskly toward the kitchen. Wang Rui, Zhang Hao, Sun Wei, and several quick-witted young members of the Feng and Jiang families, who were called upon by him, were stunned for a moment, then hurriedly followed, their faces filled with curiosity and enthusiasm.
The stagnant air in the square seemed to be stirred up by the commotion, becoming lively. The crowd spontaneously gathered, but their eyes couldn't help but continue to scan the completely unfamiliar surroundings—the vast mountains and forests, the strange spiritual energy, all reminding them that they were in a completely different time and space.
Not long after, Fatty Li led the way, followed by a string of young disciples, each carrying or lifting something in their hands.
Several large wooden buckets, about half a person's height and steaming hot, were carefully placed on a long wooden table temporarily set up in the center of the square. When the lids were lifted, a rich aroma of rice mixed with a faint sweetness wafted out. It was perfectly cooked white porridge, with the rice grains blooming and the porridge oil thick.
Next came huge platters of snow-white steamed buns and twisted rolls, piled high, exuding the unique aroma of wheat. Several large bowls of colorful pickled vegetables—crispy radishes, spicy cabbage, and pickled garlic—along with several dishes of finely shredded pickled mustard greens and salted duck eggs drizzled with sesame oil.
The bowls and chopsticks were large, coarse porcelain bowls and bamboo chopsticks that had been prepared in advance. They were brought over in stacks, making a crisp sound as they clattered together.
"Come on, come on, don't be shy! Help yourselves! Porridge is plentiful, and steamed buns are all you can eat!" Fatty Li picked up a large ladle, tapped the edge of the porridge bucket, and shouted like a roadside stall owner. His face was sweaty, but full of enthusiasm. "Only when you're full will you have the energy to think about what's to come!"