Mo Wuji woke up momentarily, but the Book of Luo was wrapped up by the power of the void. His spiritual eye couldn't even penetrate it, much less his spiritual will.
As he felt the Book of Luo shuttling between worlds, Mo Wuji sighed in his heart. He could only continue to close his eyes and try his best to recover his cultivation.
Many years passed, but Mo Wuji was still unable to obtain any immortal spiritual energy. At the same time, he was unable to extend his spiritual will. Not being able to extend his Spiritual Force meant that he couldn't take out any pills to treat his injuries. Even though his injuries were recovering slowly because he couldn't use pills and immortal spiritual energy to heal himself, the speed of his recovery left Mo Wuji helpless.
However, Mo Wuji was still in a rather good mood. Even though he knew that the Book of Luo might have brought him out of the Immortal World because of the tear in the void, he didn't mind. At the very least, his wish had been fulfilled. When he fell into the Soul Condensing Immortal Pond, he saw Cen Shuyin's soul and fleshly body fusing together.
For a long time, Cen Shuyin's death was a shackle that he could not forgive himself for. If he had burned his life force, he might have been able to bring Cen Shuyin away. This was because he also had the Wind Escape Technique. Even though it wasn't comparable to Cen Shuyin's Typhoon Formula, it wasn't bad either.
It was just that when he was trapped, he only thought of killing one to break even, killing two to make a profit. He never thought that he would have to burn his own life force to escape.
"Buzz!" Waves of ear-piercing sounds could be heard. Mo Wuji was shocked. He knew that this was definitely the Book of Luo carrying him through a Void Domain at a terrifying speed. Otherwise, the Book of Luo wouldn't be able to sense it. Mo Wuji was also clear that this was related to the fact that he had yet to completely refine the Book of Luo. Fortunately, this was the Book of Luo. If it was any other magic treasure, it would have been torn to shreds.
This buzzing sound persisted for over a month. Mo Wuji, who had lost his cultivation, could no longer endure it and eventually fainted.
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By the time Mo Wuji woke up, he didn't even know how much time had passed. He struggled for a while and immediately felt that the energy outside the Book of Luo had disappeared.
Mo Wuji tried to gather his spiritual will for a long time, but he was still unable to gather it. There were only strands of spiritual will circulating around his body. Even the spiritual will in his spirit storage channel was depleted. This strand of divine sense was not enough for him to open the ring immediately.
There was one thing that Mo Wuji was sure of, this was a piece of land. He could only bite his finger and drip a few drops of blood onto the Book of Luo. He forcefully gathered his will to restore the Book of Luo to its original size.
A blinding ray of sunlight shone down, and Mo Wuji felt a sense of comfort throughout his entire body. Immediately, he was shocked to discover that there was no immortal spiritual energy here. Not only was there no immortal spiritual energy, there wasn't even the most ordinary spiritual energy.
Could it be that he had arrived in an ordinary mortal world?
Mo Wuji hurriedly kept the Book of Luo and stood up to look around. The place he was in seemed to be a wheat field that had already been harvested. Some scattered wheat straws were thrown everywhere, and a few unknown birds were looking for the remaining wheat grains in the wheat field.
Even though Mo Wuji knew that he might be brought out of the Immortal Domain, his heart still sank when he saw the scene in front of him. Not only was he taken away from the Immortal World, but he was also not fated to be with the Cultivation World.
Ordinary cultivators and immortals would never see such a large-scale wheat field.
Whether it was cultivators or immortals, they all used the Qi of Heaven and Earth as their source of energy. Apart from a few gatherings, they rarely went to eat those grains.
Even for those gatherings, they would eat food and various spiritual fruits that contained large amounts of immortal spiritual energy or spiritual energy.
Mo Wuji looked at himself; his clothes were tattered, and his skin was corroded by the Soul Condensing Immortal Pond. There were scars all over his body, and it was a ghastly sight. Even his face had some scary scars and dried blood grooves. His entire body looked like it had been dug out from a bonfire.
Seeing this, Mo Wuji heaved a sigh of relief. The reason why his fleshly body could be preserved was because of that page of the Book of Luo. Murong Xiangyu gave him two pages of the Book of Luo, which was equivalent to saving his life. Even though he knew why Murong Xiangyu gave him these two pages of the Book of Luo, he still felt indebted to Murong Xiangyu.
Since he couldn't take out the clothes in his storage ring, Mo Wuji could only walk to the nearby river and clean himself up.
Knowing that there was no spiritual energy here, Mo Wuji still sat down and tried to cultivate. However, he was disappointed. There was indeed no spiritual energy here, but Mo Wuji could feel another kind of energy during his cultivation. With his current strength, he was still unable to detect what kind of energy it was.
Stopping his cultivation, Mo Wuji carefully walked out of the wheat field. At the very least, he had to find someone to ask about this place.
Far away on the road, a flashy sports car whizzed past. What surprised Mo Wuji was that the sports car actually overtook a slower car in the middle of the road.
Could he have returned to Earth? How many years had it been? Earth's technology had already developed to such a stage?
It couldn't be so coincidental, right? He was just thinking about how to return to Earth, and he had returned to Earth just like that?
An old farmer with a half-white beard walked over. Mo Wuji hurried forward to greet him, "May I ask old uncle, what is this place?"
The old farmer saw the ghastly wounds on Mo Wuji's body, and his heart trembled. He then sized Mo Wuji up, and after a while, he started to speak a bunch of gibberish, but Mo Wuji couldn't understand a single word.
Mo Wuji's heart sank. He was a top scholar on Earth, and was proficient in many foreign languages. Because he often went to remote places to search for herbs, he even knew some African tribal languages. However, he couldn't understand a single word of what the old farmer was saying.
There was only one possibility, and that was that the place he had arrived at was not Earth.
The old farmer saw that Mo Wuji had a blank look on his face, so he pointed in a direction, and started to babble again.
Mo Wuji could only clasp his fists in thanks, and walk in the direction that the old farmer pointed.
Half a day passed, and the number of people on the road gradually increased. There were many people holding phones and driving different kinds of cars, and Mo Wuji once again thought that he had returned to Earth.
Those words that he couldn't understand caused Mo Wuji to wake up.
Mo Wuji looked a little scary, not only because of the injuries on his body, but also because of his tattered and weird clothes. Wherever Mo Wuji walked, the people on the road would subconsciously make way for him.
Mo Wuji didn't mind, and he could roughly see that this place seemed to be rather orderly. At least until now, he hadn't seen anything out of the ordinary.
Landing in such a place, Mo Wuji had his own plans. Firstly, he had to learn the language here, secondly, he had to find out what this place was, and thirdly, he had to recover his strength.
Only by doing all these would he have a chance to leave this strange place. This place didn't have any immortal spiritual energy, and it was obvious that he wouldn't be able to recover his strength in the wilderness. He could only follow these people to the city to obtain more information.
After another 10 minutes, Mo Wuji followed the crowd to a place that looked like a bus stop. Seeing the crowd board a bus, Mo Wuji also boarded it.
Because Mo Wuji didn't have a ticket, he planned to hitch a ride. So he didn't sit on the seat, but sat on the steps leading to the last row.
The quality and grade of this bus was much better than the ones on Earth. What made Mo Wuji curious was that even after he sat down, no one came to look for him.
Mo Wuji looked like he was covered in injuries, but because he looked rather honest, no one avoided him, and of course, no one came forward to talk to him.
After waiting for more than ten minutes, the car started moving.
The moment the bus left the bus stop, a man with a single moustache came in front of Mo Wuji, and started to blabber.
Mo Wuji looked at the ticket holder in his hand, and knew that this man was asking him for his ticket.
Mo Wuji was helpless; he was already sitting on the steps, but he didn't expect this ticket holder to find him at first glance. It seemed like this fella was rather smart, and knew that Mo Wuji didn't have the money to buy a ticket.
Mo Wuji spread his hands apologetically, and it was obvious that he didn't have any money on him.
The ticket holder seemed to understand Mo Wuji's actions, and immediately frowned, and started to blabber again, before pointing to the outside of the bus.
Mo Wuji knew that he was asking him to leave. At this moment, the bus stopped, and the door opened, as though waiting for Mo Wuji to leave.
Mo Wuji sighed, and could only stand up. What could he do if someone insisted on collecting his ticket? Why didn't the people here have any sympathy? I'm already in such dire straits, and I'm not even sitting on a seat, it's not like I'll die if you take one less ticket from me.
Even though he thought of this, Mo Wuji wasn't a shameless person. He slowly stood up, grabbed the grey wooden stick that he found in the wheat field, and prepared to get off the bus.
Without a bus, as long as he followed this road, he would eventually be able to reach the city.
At this moment, a skinny boy stood up, and blocked Mo Wuji's way. At the same time, he took out a few crumpled notes from his pocket, and handed it to the ticket holder. He said a few words to the ticket holder.
Even though the ticket holder still had some disgust in his eyes, now that someone was buying a ticket for Mo Wuji, he could only let it go.
Mo Wuji also knew that this boy bought a ticket for him, and hurriedly bowed respectfully to thank him. The boy didn'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 his seat, but sat on the steps at the back.
Seemingly sensing that Mo Wuji's attitude wasn't bad, the surrounding people also started to size Mo Wuji up. It was just that Mo Wuji's dignified appearance really didn't make people want to size him up.
Half an hour later, the bus stopped at an even bigger bus stop. At the entrance of this bus stop, Mo Wuji looked at the bustling streets, and the crowds. In his heart, he was clear that he had really arrived at a civilised planet similar to Earth.
This wasn't a cultivation planet, but it was clearly a place where technology was developed rather well.
Even though he was a Xuan Immortal, Mo Wuji still felt a genuine sense of loneliness here. This was a foreign city to him, and similarly, he didn't have any friends or acquaintances here.
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