It was just that the era name had changed from Xianwu to Tianyuan. A small change in the name did not seem to be a big deal.
However, it had to be understood that the scope of influence involved in the change of the era name included the entire human race.
Under the premise of such a wide range of influence, a small change was enough to set off a huge storm, not to mention that the change was something that had a profound meaning like the era name.
This was not something that could be summed up with a mere butterfly effect.
After receiving confirmation, Lu Qingshan sat back down on the wooden chair in shock.
This episode did not interrupt the leisure of the tea guests, and when the storyteller said that the world would fall into chaos, the tea guests did not take it seriously.
Not to mention whether it was true or not, just the daily necessities were enough for the common people to worry about. Things like the world falling into chaos seemed to be too far away for them and did not have much to do with it.
The storyteller continued to take out the stock in his stomach. He spoke until his mouth was dry, but he still insisted on speaking frankly and confidently. In the process, from time to time, he would cast obscure glances at Lu Qingshan.
He was still looking forward to receiving a reward or two from Lu Qingshan.
However, the result disappointed him because the handsome young master had not moved since he sat down, as if he was thinking about something.
Lu Qingshan's emotions were somewhat complicated. There was a bit of surprise, but also a bit of worry.
Although he was happy, since history had changed so much, it meant that the original plot development he wanted to change was completely feasible.
The so-called 'there's a big hand in the unseen world that can correct history back to its original trajectory' was simply nonsense. It didn't exist.
He was worried because he had only been in this world for half a year, and his own strength was still very weak. Therefore, during the chaos of the corpse puppets, even after many attempts, he was still unable to stop the destruction of Zhenjiang City and the revival of Rahu.
The only thing worth praising was that the number of survivors in Zhenjiang City had increased by more than eight hundred thousand.
However, such an insignificant change was already able to cause history to deviate so much.
If it continued to develop like this, unless he did nothing, history would definitely develop into a situation completely different from his previous life.
This meant that he would lose his most important pillar of support.
Yes, in Lu Qingshan's heart, his greatest cheat had always been his knowledge of the plot like the back of his hand.
After pondering for a long time, Lu Qingshan finally came back to his senses. He picked up the teacup and drank the tea in one gulp.
Why should I care so much? I'll just do it first. Isn't what I want to change the original plot development?
After thinking it through, Lu Qingshan no longer hesitated. He called out to the Western Rat King, who had cast an illusion to deceive the mortals and was eating and drinking wantonly on the table. Then, he got up and walked out.
…
As soon as they walked out of the teahouse, they were greeted by a bright and spacious street that was far brighter than Zhenjiang City. The salty smell of the sea wafted in the air.
This was Cerulean Wave City, the prefectural city of Jian 'an Prefecture in Jian Province. At the same time, it was also the largest coastal port city in the Southern Region. It was a transit hub that connected the Southern Region and the Southern Sea Islands. Its prosperity ranked first among all the prefectural cities in the Southern Region.
"Lu Qingshan, what sword are you looking for?" The Western Rat King stood on Lu Qingshan's shoulder and patiently asked the question it had asked repeatedly for the past three months.
This time, Lu Qingshan did not keep the Western Rat King in suspense. He said frankly, "Didn't you hear it in the teahouse just now?"
"What?" The Western Rat King was stunned. It hurriedly searched its memories in its little head and quickly reacted. "You mean, the Three-foot Edge?!"
"Yes." Lu Qingshan nodded.
"Didn't you say that the Mo Clan was destroyed 20 years ago?" The Western Rat King was very puzzled.
"The Mo Clan was indeed destroyed, but the head of the Mo Clan survived. The Three-foot Edge is in the hands of the head of the Mo Clan." A strange light flashed in Lu Qingshan's eyes.
This was the purpose of his journey to the Southern Sea.
When a Sword Cultivator chose a Natal Sword, they were often more cautious than choosing a Taoist Companion.
After all, a Taoist Companion might not be able to accompany you for a lifetime, but a Natal Sword could.
With Lu Qingshan's experience, he naturally looked down on ordinary swords.
However, this Three-foot Edge was so mystical that even he was moved by it. This was because the Three-foot Edge was a Heaven-Grade sword!
"Do you know where the head of the Mo Clan is now?!" The Western Rat King was very quick-witted and immediately made the most reasonable guess.
Lu Qingshan shook his head slightly. "He is invisible and his whereabouts are erratic. How would I know where he is?"
The Western Rat King's voice became sharper. "You don't know where he is? Then how are you going to look for the sword? You can't look for a needle in a haystack, right?! "
Lu Qingshan smiled and nodded seriously. He said to the Western Rat King, "You guessed right. I am looking for a needle in a haystack."
"…"
"We're here," Lu Qingshan said softly as he looked at the huge harbor in front of him.
The harbor of Cerulean Wave City, Cerulean Wave Harbor.
Huge merchant ships, cargo ships, and passenger ships filled the harbor space. It was bustling with people.
The daily throughput of Cerulean Wave Harbor was an astonishing number of ships. Almost every hour, there would be several fleets sailing out of Cerulean Wave Harbor or returning to the harbor.
In the world of Cultivators, the shipbuilding industry was far more developed than that of ancient Huaxia. It could be seen that the largest merchant ship in the harbor was even as large as one or two thousand feet. Of course, this kind of merchant ship could not be purely built by mortals. It must have more or less contained Cultivator skills.
Lu Qingshan was preparing to go out to sea to look for the sword, so he had to travel by ship.
On the South Sea, islands were scattered all over. Apart from the truly powerful Cultivators and the Cultivators who had lost their minds, no one would choose to travel by flying.
This was because on the South Sea, the distance between each island was very far. With such a long distance, there was no place to rest and replenish Spiritual Power. Once a Cultivator's Spiritual Power was exhausted, he would fall into the sea.
Even Cultivators could not soak in the sea for too long, not to mention that there were often bloodthirsty Water Demons in the sea. It was extremely dangerous.
Lu Qingshan strolled around Cerulean Wave Harbor and found a medium-sized fleet that was about to go out to sea from the fleet that planned to go to the Sea God Islands.
It was originally a caravan and did not carry passengers. However, money made the world go round. As long as the price was enough, it was not impossible for these caravans to pull a boat full of monkeys, let alone people.
Lu Qingshan paid the price and negotiated a time with the captain, and the itinerary was set.
The Sea God Islands were eight to nine thousand miles away from Cerulean Wave City. It was the largest archipelago in the sea ten thousand miles outside of Cerulean Wave City.
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