CHAPTER 551: CHAPTER 326 THAT IS A CROW_2

"After he went down, he couldn’t find a solution; instead, he went mad because he saw something far beyond his comprehension, taking only this manual with him."

"In the end, they found that no matter what method they used, it was all in vain. They could only watch helplessly as the disaster erupted. But at the time of the disaster, human nature is at its ugliest, and it is often accompanied by the outbreak of war."

"As a result, they unexpectedly found that the disaster came first, and the war followed, and the disaster actually disappeared."

"The first group of people in the Cultivation World discovered a solution, and others followed suit. They didn’t understand the principle but only knew that this way could quell its fury, so they continued along this line of thought, continuing to this day."

Eyes met.

Seeing the bright light and confidence in the young man’s eyes, she understood that her junior brother was probably not mad, and seemed to have indeed thought of something.

She didn’t understand a word of the first half, but she understood the second half. That was that those at the top of power inadvertently used a wrong method that by accident allowed the entire Cultivation World to survive to this day.

Thinking of this, his thoughts were completely opened.

To be honest, everything that happened today was a bit overwhelming for Jiang Feng. Although he was prepared when he came to this world twenty years ago, he knew that if he could traverse to this world, then there would definitely be a second, third, or even many more people arriving at these unknown shores in the same way.

But today, even after confirming it, he still couldn’t let go for a long time. His long-buried memories of his past life erupted in an instant, leaving his mind weary after spinning for a whole day, yet his thinking was not over.

"It was like when I was in college, there was a senior who couldn’t succeed in separation experiments no matter what. Later, before every experiment, he’d kowtow three times, and then there were no more mishaps, as long as he didn’t kowtow, nothing would work."

"Mysticism? These days, believing in mysticism is quite normal. The most important thing might be that they found only this way of selecting sacrifices could calm that thing. Several times, it was major battles in the Cultivation World, with war being the trigger, but was it actually just needing a large-scale death?"

"It shouldn’t be, in those days, the birth rate had already exploded through the roof, the population negative growth almost shut down kindergartens everywhere, there’s no reason to play family planning."

"And nowadays, there aren’t enough people to begin with, a mere plague can kill off a bunch; why would it be on the premise of countless deaths?"

Tilted his head slightly.

He seemed to have slightly grasped a train of thought.

Liu Xianzi, who was also sitting cross-legged on the bed, tilted her head in the same direction as him, neither of them disrupting the silence, patiently waiting for time to pass, let’s put it this way.

In the whole world, only his junior brother could come up with the answer to this problem; no one else could.

The important thing wasn’t the war, but only when the condition of enough death was met would the underground thing calm down. Yet, they didn’t know the principle, and Jiang Feng also didn’t know now; they only knew that doing this could stop that thing without paying more costs.

If you were to insist on reasonableness, it was somewhat reasonable, after all, in their eyes, the hidden world underground could already be equated with the Immortal Realm, not to mention that achieving a unified purpose in the entire Cultivation World, the price they once paid was certainly not small.

"A manual, the Immortal Realm, and the greatest secret of the so-called Cultivation World – these three things actually combine well."

"Someone accidentally stumbled upon technologies from an era not belonging to the present. To them, it seemed as good as gods which sprouted worship; for a feudal society, these things weren’t unlike legends."

"It’s normal for humans to feel curious about novel things they’ve never seen; if it were me, I would also yearn for the legendary Immortal Realm."

"Moreover, the ones holding these secrets in the present era are all masters who call the wind and summon the rain, the very top of the entire Cultivation World. At their realm, they probably no longer care for worldly fame and gain."

"But who could resist the words ’soaring to immortality’?"

"Achieving immortality, perhaps in their eyes, taking this step is more important than anything."

The atmosphere once again returned to tranquility.

The young man now fully fell into contemplation; what he was pondering was not "what gluttony is," but why such a phenomenon formed, how could its two cries plunge the entire Cultivation World into chaos?

"Is this fellow a raven mouth? Everything that comes out of his mouth is jinxed; the entire Cultivation World will — wait a minute, a raven!?"

In his eyes suddenly burst a flash of insight!

He suddenly realized something, yes, the key lay in the raven.

The raven is actually not a bird of ill omen, but symbolizes auspiciousness, being a beneficial bird in the entire ecosystem; although occasionally eating some crops, mostly, it preys on agricultural pests.

The so-called ill fate was a label later humans placed on it. The reason being that ravens are omnivorous creatures and carrion eaters; in these modern times, they would be found wherever there’s disaster or plague, or corpses not yet handled.

So, naturally, the blame fell on the ravens’ heads.

Additionally, ravens are extremely sensitive creatures, very reactive to Earth’s magnetic field and climate changes, rising en masse into the air and wailing mournfully at any environmental trouble.

Thus, in many people’s eyes, it was the raven’s scream followed by disaster, so another layer of blame was naturally added, but in reality, this was just a warning.

Not done, warning.

His big hands started rummaging on himself immediately, those familiar with Jiang Feng knew he must be planning to write directly, he appeared to have already caught inspiration.

Liu Xianzi, who sat cross-legged on the bed along with the young man, understood her junior brother well enough, having spent three years together day in and out, familiarizing herself with his every move.

With a wave of her hand, she directly lifted the tray on the bedside table; then, with a small beckon, a piece of Xuan paper flew over from the desk.

Not hesitating, Mr. Jiang pounced right onto the bed, placing the Xuan paper on the table, grabbing his rough homemade steel pen and began sketching something on it.

"Red light, red light... this color is usually used to indicate danger, like traffic lights; in darkness, red can be the most glaring without straining the human eyes, so it’s a warning."

"Wailing, wailing, could it be broadcasting? Or something similar to a warning?"

"Or an air raid siren?"

"In this era, they wouldn’t understand, especially when broadcasting, so this point can lead to a rough range of conjectures. But what on earth is that thing underground?"

"Some kind of detection instrument? Or as written in the manual, a product of some company, the issue is how was such a thing researched?"

"There are no foundries now, nor so-called professional equipment. If they could develop to manufacture such precise instruments, this era shouldn’t still be an agricultural feudal age but an industrial one."

"To date, I haven’t seen any product beyond the productivity of the present day, nor heard of any technology far surpassing the current era."

"Inferring backward, it suggests that these items did not come about through natural means, nor are there craftsmen to produce these things. Even Chi Xiao Peak, the top craftsman today, I asked them to help grind rifling, and they didn’t completely finish after spending a dozen days."

"In the end, it still relies on spells and Thunder Technique to exert its maximum power, so strictly speaking, the musket in my hand is not a weapon, but more inclined towards a Magic Treasure, then where did these industrial parts come from?"

The pen stopped directly on the Xuan paper.

The entire paper was already densely filled by Jiang Feng’s writing, Liu Xianzi did not speak, just silently gazed at her junior brother, her brows furrowed, not saying a word.

"Strangely archaic text."

"Junior brother indeed doesn’t seem like an ordinary person; in today’s world, perhaps only he can decipher this colossal secret."

"But through some uncertain means from another world."

"Is there a passage between two worlds!?"

A terrifying conclusion.

But upon drawing this conclusion, Jiang Feng couldn’t help but feel a little admiration. He finally understood why deciphering this matter was the biggest secret of the entire Cultivation World.

Turns out it was known long ago.

Thinking of this, the young man finally showed a slight smile, then patted his chest and said.

"Senior sister, I know what’s underground."

"What is it?"

"It’s just a raven that is not understood by people."