The King of Xiuxianjuan returns to modern times and becomes a landlord

Liao Tong gently waved his hand, and a mysterious spell pierced Ying Huan's body, causing the stone statue in the courtyard to instantly radiate golden light. The intense golden light forced Ying Huan to close her eyes involuntarily. At the same time, she felt the air around her violently distort, as if she were drawn into a vortex of time and space, the entire world spinning before her eyes.

When she reopened her eyes, she saw a winding, shimmering river. Colorful bubbles floated on its surface. This was the legendary River of Time. It seemed to possess mysterious powers, capable of traversing time and space, recording every event in the world. Cautiously, Ying Ni approached the river, filled with awe and curiosity.

There's an ancient legend in the world of immortal cultivation that the River of Time periodically appears before the world. Its existence feels like one of the most mysterious miracles in the universe. Anyone unwittingly approaching it will be drawn into a time tunnel, unable to escape. There are only two possible outcomes: utter demise, utter disappearance from the world, never to enter the cycle of reincarnation; or survival through a gifted understanding of the art of time. This tale, fraught with both risk and opportunity, inspires both longing and dread.

Ying Xuan had once been pushed into the River of Time, barely escaping through incredible willpower. That experience left her with a profound sense of its terrifying and irresistible power. Once someone enters the River of Time, they are permanently repelled, unable to approach again. This was an unchangeable fate, a punishment inflicted upon her by the River of Time.

However, as Ying Xuan approached, bubbles suspended in the River of Time began to drift toward her. Reflected within these bubbles were scenes from familiar myths, such as Pangu creating the world, Nuwa creating humans, Houyi shooting down the sun, and Kuafu chasing the sun. Each bubble seemed a separate world, capturing moments from these ancient legends. Ying Xuan felt as if she had traveled through time and space, returning to the eras of these myths and experiencing the lofty ambitions of these legendary heroes. In that moment, she felt deeply connected to the history of the entire world of immortal cultivation, permeated by an endless mystery and power.

As Ying Li gazed at these images, she couldn't help but recall the old man's words: the Three Thousand Worlds are divided into the Great Thousand World, the Middle Thousand World, the Small Thousand World, and countless smaller worlds. The immortal world she once inhabited was a small world, and everyone must undergo the tribulation of ascension to transcend. So, what was Blue Planet? Was it... a vaster world, or merely an insignificant existence?

As Ying Ni lost herself in thought, countless airy bubbles quietly appeared, as if born from nothingness, gently surrounding her and guiding her into the vast, flowing river of time. These bubbles shimmered with a faint light, as if containing endless mysteries and secrets, waiting for her to explore and discover.

Ying Ni's mind fluttered slightly, and the countless bubbles before her eyes instantly vanished, as if they had never appeared. She couldn't help but feel a sense of loss, but more of an inexplicable anticipation. She took a deep breath, composed herself, and then asked firmly, "What is your intention in leading me here?"

Her voice echoed through the empty space, as if searching for a mysterious being, the one who could answer her questions. She knew that none of this was accidental; it must hold some deeper meaning and purpose. She must uncover the truth behind it all to truly understand her place and her future path.

As soon as Ying Ni set foot on this mysterious land, she felt an indescribable sense of being watched. This silent observation could only be achieved by the Heavenly Dao, which controls the birth and death of all things. Everything in this world is under the control of the Heavenly Dao, and only it could have brought Ying Ni to this place, this place filled with mystery.

"Why do you ask such a question?" A golden phantom slowly appeared in front of Ying Lun, its entire body covered in brilliant light, like a sacred being.

Ying Li frowned. She had seen the Heavenly Dao in the world of immortal cultivation before. At this moment, she couldn't help but ask with some doubt: "Are you the legendary Heavenly Dao?" There was a hint of uncertainty in her voice, as if she was expecting a positive answer.

However, the Heavenly Dao didn't directly respond to Ying Ni's question. Instead, it gently waved its hand, seemingly drawing a graceful arc through the void. Immediately, countless bubbles in the River of Time condensed, forming a clear line. These bubbles were neatly arranged in chronological order, as if revealing to Ying Ni everything from the past, present, and future.

“What profound truths have you learned from these experiences?”

Ying Ni pondered for a moment, then offered a seemingly irrelevant answer: "People often say that China's history is nothing more than a story made up by the Chinese themselves, and that the true history is no longer verifiable. However, if people could witness the long river of time, they would understand that time has witnessed every trace of the world's past, while also quietly erasing many of those traces."

Tian Dao was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "The Great Dao is full of emotions, but the Heavenly Dao is ruthless. Everything in the world has its own time and order of existence, and no one can easily change this law."

"You are not the way of heaven, right?" Ying Li responded firmly.

"Why do you think so?" Tiandao asked back.

"The Tao gave birth to all things, and the Way of Heaven protects the order of this world. Even though the Way of Heaven is supreme, it cannot arbitrarily interfere with the evolution of all things in the world, but you can lead me here." Ying Li gave her unique insights.

"Hahahahahahahahaha..." The figure suddenly burst into a deafening laughter, as if to shake the whole world, "So, who do you think I am?" His words were full of provocation and confidence.

"The Nine Netherworld is vast, and the lingering sound is lingering. All things in the world respect sound. The Nine Netherworld Cold Jade Soul-Calming Flute." The voice was low and full of mystery, as if it came from a distant time and space, with an irresistible magic.

The Nine Nether Cold Jade Soul-Calming Flute is a legendary divine weapon, born at the dawn of chaos, one of the sacred artifacts of ancient times. Its previous owner was an enigmatic being, and Ying Ni summoned it only a few times, each time causing the heavens and the earth to change color. This divine weapon, as white as jade, emanates a cold and mysterious glow. Carved with images of a Qilin and a Pixiu, it appears to be lifelike, as if it could leap from the flute at any moment and roar across the heavens. Atop the flute hangs an exquisite lotus pendant, radiating a subtle glow, as if imbued with boundless power.