Sweeping across the heavens, starting with the first emperor of the ancient times.

Su Mo stood at the cave entrance, looking in the direction where Jiang Hao had disappeared. He clenched his fist and mustered his courage to speak.

"Senior, I'm not going to be a simp anymore. I'm going to become stronger, I'm going to become like the Heavenly Emperor... uh, even if I'm only one ten-thousandth as powerful!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Hao laughed. Not going to be a simp? That's good.

But it's quite difficult. It's hard for a simp to change. If a simp could change, would he still be a simp?

However, if Su Mo can really do it, that would be quite good; it's not bad to help someone who has gone astray see the light.

Su Mo watched the old man's figure disappear at the edge of the cliff, touched his face, and for the first time began to seriously consider whether he should get a new weapon that he had been eyeing for a long time but had never been willing to buy.

As Jiang Hao walked along the mountain path, a gentle breeze blew by. This little incident made him feel the reality of his worldly experiences even more.

Everyone has their own joys and sorrows, and their own struggles and confusions.

All he can do is offer a few words of advice, offered casually. Whether one can heed them and move on from the experience ultimately depends on the individual.

The mountain breeze blows across the Cliff of Contemplation, carrying the fresh scent of grass and trees.

As Jiang Hao walked back to the mountain gate, he looked up at the darkening sky, where stars began to appear.

He thought of Feng Wu, and of those old friends.

"It's so good to be young."

He smiled and continued walking.

After leaving the Dao Seeking Sect, Jiang Hao did not go too far away.

He first strolled around several mortal cities on Ziwei Star, ate at some street stalls, listened to some storytellers' tales, and watched several mortal weddings and funerals.

After traveling for about half a year, they finally found an inter-star domain teleportation array.

When he paid the source stones, the cultivator guarding the formation noticed that he was an old man with no fluctuations in cultivation level and specifically reminded him:

"Old man, the Big Dipper Star Region is not peaceful. It is home to many races, and there is much fighting. Your health is not good..."

Jiang Hao waved his hand with a smile: "It's alright, the old man is just going to watch the fun."

The teleportation array's light flickered on and off.

When I opened my eyes again, it was a completely different world.

Big Dipper.

Jiang Hao stood on the high platform at the exit of the teleportation array, looking out into the distance.

Various colored streaks of light flashed across the sky, those were the trails of cultivators flying on their magical artifacts.

In the distance, amidst the rolling hills, one can see magnificent architectural complexes, some gleaming with gold, others exuding a purple aura.

Its aura was far more chaotic than that of Ziwei Star, a mixture of the unique blood and Daoist essence of various races.

"All things under the frosty sky compete freely."

This is Beidou. Before he attained enlightenment, many stories happened in Beidou.

I remember helping a small human sect that was being oppressed by the ancient race. I wonder if that sect still exists now.

Now, returning, my identity and mindset are different. Back then, I was a ferryman; now, I am a traveler.

After descending the high platform, we entered the nearest city.

The streets are wide and lined with shops on both sides.

There are restaurants run by ancient tribes, with waiters with scales or feathers standing at the entrance to solicit business.

There are also various shops owned by humans.

You can also see some elves.

The sounds of hawking, bargaining, and cheers from a distant duel blend together, creating a vibrant atmosphere.

Jiang Hao strolled around the city, bought a packet of local spiritual tea, and listened to passersby chatting while drinking it.

"Have you heard? The young master of the Qingming Clan broke through another minor realm the other day. He's now at the Ninth Transformation of the Dragon, just one step away from the Immortal Platform!"

"That successor from Daoyang Mountain is no less impressive; it's said he's mastered the clan's secret technique to the third level."

"If you ask me, Princess Qingxuan of the White Deer Clan is still the most powerful. She is also at the peak of the Dragon Transformation stage. A while ago, she fought two geniuses from the Qingming Clan and Daoyang Mountain to a draw."

"The princess of the White Deer Clan is indeed formidable. She is even younger than the other two, only twenty years old, yet she can take on two at once. It's a pity that the White Deer Clan has declined. Despite having a princess with unparalleled talent, the clan doesn't even have a decent strongman. As a royal family, it is now even inferior to the royal family."

Jiang Hao slowly sipped his tea. The Qingming Clan and Daoyang Mountain are both royal families of the Beidou Clan, with quasi-emperors presiding over them.

Jiang Hao naturally knew about the White Deer Clan, the race of the ancient emperor White Deer who attained enlightenment in the mid-primordial era.

The ancient White Deer Emperor was said to be gentle in nature and focused on cultivating the Dao of Nature, but unfortunately his descendants have dwindled.

After resting enough, Jiang Hao left the city and strolled into the depths of the Eastern Wilderness.

There was no teleportation array or anything like that; we just walked step by step, looking at the mountains and rivers, watching the clouds drift and gather.

After traveling for three days, we entered a mountain range.

The mountain road was rugged and the forest was getting deeper. Jiang Hao was admiring a rare glowing grass by the roadside when suddenly three people jumped out of the woods next to him.

"stop!"

Jiang Hao looked up and saw three middle-aged men dressed in coarse cloth, holding swords and knives, with some ash smeared on their faces, trying to make fierce expressions.

As for his cultivation level... it's only at the Life Spring Realm.

The leader, a square-faced man, glared at them, shouting, "Old man, this...this mountain is mine, these trees are mine, if you want to pass through, leave...leave your toll!"

He stumbled a bit while reciting his lines.

Jiang Hao blinked but didn't say anything.

Good heavens, have I been robbed by bandits?

See you soon.

In all his years of life, this was the first time he had ever been robbed by bandits.

A thinner man next to him added, "Yes, hand over all the valuables!" The knife in his hand trembled slightly.

The last person was short and looked the youngest; he nervously swallowed.

Jiang Hao glanced at them, then at the knife in the square-faced man's hand, and suddenly spoke up: "Hero, are you holding that knife... upside down?"

The square-faced man was taken aback. He looked down at the knife in his hand, the blade facing backward and the back of the blade facing forward.

His face flushed, and he quickly turned around, still stubbornly insisting, "Mind your own business! I just like holding it upside down!"

Jiang Hao nodded and then asked, "If we're going to rob someone, shouldn't we give them a number first? So the old man has a better idea of ​​what's going to happen and see if it's enough."

The three men exchanged glances. The skinny man leaned close to the square-faced man's ear and whispered, "Big brother, it seems like he's playing a trick on you!"

The square-faced man, losing face, brandished his knife: "Enough nonsense, hand over the storage bag now, or... or don't blame us for being impolite!"

Jiang Hao found it amusing. He had lived for 100,000 years and was the Heavenly Emperor, yet he was being robbed by three little brats from the Bitter Sea Realm in the mountains of Beidou...

This feels quite novel.

Moreover, these three robbers seemed rather dim-witted and unprofessional.

Jiang Hao decided to tease them, so he pretended to be scared and reached into his sleeve, saying, "Okay, okay, I'll take it, I'll take it..."

After searching for a while, he pulled out a tattered cloth bag, which looked like an ordinary object.

This was something he had prepared before his travels; it contained several Originium stones.

"That's all." Jiang Hao handed over the cloth bag.

The square-faced man took it, opened it, and his face darkened: "Are you kidding us? Is this all you have?"

The skinny man also got angry: "Old man, do you think we're beggars?"

Jiang Hao spread his hands: "This is all the old man has to offer."

He looked at the three men and asked curiously, "You three seem quite robust, healthy, and your cultivation is decent. Why not do some honest work? Why have you become robbers?"

Upon hearing this, the square-faced man puffed out his chest and said with a hint of pride, "You don't understand, old man. Being a robber is prestigious! After we became robbers, everyone in the village respected us!"

The skinny man next to him nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, impressive! It'll make you look good!"

Jiang Hao: "..."