Mo Wuji regained brief consciousness, but the Book of Luo was caught by the power in the void. His spiritual eyes couldn't penetrate it, let alone his divine sense.

Feeling the Book of Luo constantly shuttling between realms, Mo Wuji sighed inwardly and could only close his eyes and try to recover some of his cultivation.

Years passed, and Mo Wuji still couldn't obtain even a trace of immortal spiritual energy. Similarly, his divine sense couldn't extend. Without divine sense, he couldn't take out pills to heal his injuries. Unable to use pills and immortal spiritual energy to heal, his injuries, though slowly recovering, were at a pace that left Mo Wuji feeling helpless.

However, Mo Wuji's mood was still relatively good. Although he knew that because of the spatial rifts, the Book of Luo might be carrying him away from the Immortal World, he didn't care. At least his wish had been fulfilled. As he fell into the Soul Condensing Immortal Jade Pond, he saw Cen Shuyin's soul and body merging together.

All along, Cen Shuyin's fall had been a shackle he couldn't forgive himself for. If he had burned his life back then, perhaps he could have taken Cen Shuyin away. Because he also possessed the Wind Escape Technique, though it wasn't as good as Cen Shuyin's Great Wind Art at the time, it wasn't far off.

But when he was trapped, he only thought about killing enough to make it worthwhile, killing two for the price of one, and didn't think about burning his life to escape.

"Buzz!" A series of eardrum-splitting sounds came, and Mo Wuji was shocked. He knew that the Book of Luo must be carrying him through a spatial realm at a terrifying speed. Otherwise, it wouldn't be detectable inside the Book of Luo. Mo Wuji also knew that this was probably due to him not having fully refined the Book of Luo. Fortunately, it was the Book of Luo; any other magic treasure would have been torn to shreds long ago.

This buzzing sound lasted for more than a month. Mo Wuji, who had lost his cultivation, couldn't bear it and eventually fainted.

...

When Mo Wuji woke up again, he didn't even know how much time had passed. He struggled for a moment and immediately felt the power outside the Book of Luo disappear.

Mo Wuji gathered his strength for a long time, but his divine sense couldn't gather. Only a wisp of divine sense surrounded him, and even the divine sense in his Storage Divine Lattice was almost exhausted. This single wisp of divine sense wasn't enough for him to immediately open his ring.

One thing Mo Wuji was sure of was that he had reached land. He could only bite his finger, drip a few drops of blood onto the Book of Luo, and forcefully gather his will to restore the Book of Luo to its original size.

A dazzling ray of sunlight shone down, and Mo Wuji felt a comfortable feeling throughout his body. Immediately afterward, he was surprised to discover that there was no immortal spiritual energy here. Not only was there no immortal spiritual energy, but there wasn't even ordinary spiritual energy.

Could it be that he had arrived in an ordinary mortal world?

Mo Wuji quickly put the Book of Luo close to his body and stood up to look around. The place he was in seemed to be a harvested wheat field, with scattered wheat stalks everywhere, and a few unknown small birds searching for leftover grains in the wheat field.

Although he knew he might be taken away from the Immortal Realm, Mo Wuji's heart sank when he saw the scene before him. He had not only been taken away from the Immortal World, but he was probably also cut off from the cultivation world.

Generally, in the cultivation world and the Immortal World, you wouldn't see such large-scale wheat fields.

Whether they were cultivators or immortals, they all relied on the origin energy of heaven and earth. Apart from a few gatherings, they rarely ate grains.

Even at those gatherings, they ate food and various spiritual fruits containing large amounts of immortal spiritual energy or spiritual energy.

Mo Wuji looked at himself. His clothes were tattered, and his skin, corroded by the Soul Condensing Immortal Jade Pond, was scarred everywhere, looking horrifying. Even his face had some terrible marks and dried bloodstains. He indeed looked like he had been dug out of a fire.

Feeling his appearance, Mo Wuji was relieved instead. His physical body could be preserved entirely because of that one page of the Book of Luo. Murong Xiangyu gave him two pages of the Book of Luo, which was like saving his life. Even if he knew why Murong Xiangyu gave him those two pages of the Book of Luo, he still felt grateful to Murong Xiangyu.

Unable to take out clothes from his ring, Mo Wuji could only walk to the nearby river and clean himself up a bit.

Knowing that there was no spiritual energy here, Mo Wuji still sat down and tried to cultivate. The reality was disappointing. There was indeed no spiritual energy here, but Mo Wuji felt another kind of aura in his cultivation, but his strength wasn't enough to sense what kind of aura it was.

Stopping his cultivation, Mo Wuji carefully walked out of the wheat field. At least he had to find someone to ask where this place was.

In the distance, a very stylish sports car roared past on the road. Mo Wuji was surprised that the sports car actually jumped over a slower car in the middle.

Could it be that he had returned to Earth? How many years had it been? Had Earth's technology developed to this point?

Wasn't this too coincidental? He was just thinking about how to return to Earth, and he was back?

An old farmer with half-black and half-white beard walked over. Mo Wuji quickly stepped forward and greeted him, "Excuse me, old man, what is this place?"

The old farmer saw the horrifying scars on Mo Wuji's body and shuddered in shock. He sized Mo Wuji up and down. After a while, he spoke a lot of gibberish that Mo Wuji couldn't understand a word of.

Mo Wuji's heart sank. He was a top scholar on Earth, proficient in several foreign languages. Because he often went to some remote places to find herbs, he even had some knowledge of some African tribal languages. But he couldn't understand a single word of what the old farmer was saying.

There was only one possibility: the place he had arrived at wasn't Earth.

Seeing Mo Wuji's blank look after he had spoken for a long time, the old farmer pointed in one direction and spoke a lot more gibberish.

Mo Wuji could only clasp his fist and thank him, then head in the direction the old farmer pointed.

Half a day passed, and there were gradually more pedestrians on the road. The many people holding mobile phones and driving various cars made Mo Wuji think he had returned to Earth again.

But the words he couldn't understand at all made Mo Wuji wake up.

Mo Wuji's appearance looked a bit scary, not only because of the injuries all over his body, but also because of his old and strange clothes. Pedestrians on the road subconsciously made way where Mo Wuji walked.

Mo Wuji didn't care. He could roughly see that this place seemed to be very orderly. At least until now, he hadn't seen anything unexpected.

Having fallen into such a place, Mo Wuji had his own plans. First, he had to learn the local language. Second, he had to figure out what this place was. Third, he had to restore his strength.

Only by doing these things could he have a chance to leave this strange place. This place had no immortal spiritual energy, and it was obviously impossible to restore his strength in the wilderness. He could only follow these people to the city to obtain more information.

After another ten minutes or so, Mo Wuji followed the crowd to a place similar to a bus station. Watching many people board a passenger bus, Mo Wuji also followed them on.

Mo Wuji planned to hitch a ride because he didn't have a ticket. So he didn't sit in a seat but sat down on the steps at the back.

The quality and grade of this bus were better than those on Earth. What puzzled Mo Wuji was that even after he sat down, he didn't see the conductor coming to him.

Mo Wuji looked battered and bruised. Because he seemed relatively honest, no one avoided him again for the time being, and of course, no one came up to talk to him.

After waiting for about ten minutes, the bus started.

As soon as the bus left the station, a man with a mustache came to Mo Wuji and spoke a bunch of gibberish.

Mo Wuji saw the ticket clip in his hand and knew that this man was asking him for money.

Mo Wuji was helpless. He was already sitting on the steps, but he didn't expect the ticket seller to find him at first glance. It seemed that this guy was also very shrewd, knowing that he didn't have money to buy a ticket.

Mo Wuji spread his hands apologetically, meaning clearly that he had no money on him.

The ticket seller obviously understood Mo Wuji's gesture and frowned, saying a lot more, then pointing to the outside of the car door.

Mo Wuji knew that he was being asked to leave. At this moment, the bus also stopped, and the door was opened, seemingly waiting for Mo Wuji to leave the bus.

Mo Wuji sighed and could only stand up. What could he do if others insisted on collecting his fare? Why didn't the people here have any compassion? He was so down on his luck, and he wasn't even sitting in a seat. It wouldn't kill him to collect one less fare.

Thinking this way, Mo Wuji wasn't one to be shameless. He slowly stood up, grabbed the gray stick he had found from the wheat field, and prepared to get off the bus.

Without a bus ride, he could eventually walk to the city as long as he followed this road.

At this moment, a thin little boy stood up. He stopped Mo Wuji and took out a few crumpled bills from his pocket and handed them to the ticket seller, saying a few words to him.

Although the ticket seller still looked a bit disgusted, he could only give up since someone was buying a ticket for Mo Wuji.

Mo Wuji also knew that the little boy had bought a ticket for him. He quickly clasped his fist and thanked him. The little boy couldn't understand his words, but he knew that Mo Wuji was thanking him. He smiled, waved his hand, and pointed to his seat.

Mo Wuji didn't go to sit in his seat and continued to sit on the back steps.

Seeming to realize that Mo Wuji's attitude was not bad, the people around him began to size Mo Wuji up. It was just that Mo Wuji's appearance was really not something people wanted to look at.

After half an hour, the bus stopped at a larger station. At the entrance of this station, Mo Wuji looked at the surrounding bustling streets and crowded people. He knew clearly that he had truly arrived at a civilized planet similar to Earth.

This wasn't a cultivation planet, but it was obviously a place where technology was developing well.

Even though he was a Mysterious Immortal, Mo Wuji truly felt a sense of loneliness here. This was a strange city to him. Similarly, he didn't have any friends or acquaintances here.

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