A giant ship was sailing on the sea.

The sky was overcast with dense clouds, and bolts of lightning swept across.

Suddenly, a dark red meteor-like object fell from the sky, landing in the sea.

Plop.

A huge wave suddenly erupted from the deep blue sea, with a white column of water reaching seven or eight meters high.

"What was that sound?" Someone on the deck quickly checked.

"Maybe a big fish hit the surface of the sea," someone speculated.

In the center of the column of water, they saw a slender figure with black hair standing quietly—a delicate-looking young man in a mysterious ancient red robe, looking around curiously, "Is this the world after the epoch?"

The crew on the deck, still playing cards, swallowed hard. The world after the epoch?

Who was this person from such a period!

They hadn't yet recovered from their stunned surprise.

"May I ask, what era is this?" The young man stepped onto the deck, his voice clear.

"You, you, you!!!!" The captain, a mature beauty in her thirties, with dark skin, supple and delicate, adorned with scales and a horn, spoke with a trembling voice as she tried to maintain her calm, unable to control herself.

A person falling from the sky suddenly asks what era this is?

Prehistoric?

Could he be a prehistoric monster?

To her, a small Sea Race Beasman of the third tier, it was like witnessing an unbelievable myth from a tavern tale right before her eyes!

"Senior... senior... now, it's the one hundred and seventh year after the fall of Witch Race Emperor, Emperor Chu." Lin Anna whispered, "The Ancestral Witch Continent in the east is chaotic now, with fragments and disputes over the Golden Crow, but ocean routes are open, and we on the Western Beastman Continent often interact."

Zhu Zhengwei knew he had arrived on the Beastman Continent.

He looked at the array of handsome and beautiful half-beastmen.

He couldn't help but marvel at how the genetically modified beastmen and tree-man fairies were so beautiful: cat ears, rhino horns, leopard tails, perfect proportions. As masterpieces of genetic engineering, there's no ugly genetic heritage, just diverse types of beauty.

But the citizens of the Twelve Ancestral Witch Countries were rather bizarre.

Clearly, they were influenced by Blood Concealment Emperor Shiguang's aesthetic.

This person's aesthetic was peculiar, able to remodel himself with a headless body—what could he expect from the bloodline of later generations, sharing a meal?

Although they were handsome, the proportion of their bodies, limbs, and heads were bizarre.

"I'm not a senior; I'm only in my twenties, probably younger than you," Zhu Zhengwei honestly said, "My name is Zhu Yi, just a human from a prehistoric time, awakened in this era."

Lin Anna was shocked, even more surprised, "You, you, you, also came from a prehistoric sanctuary?"

"What do you mean?" Zhu Zhengwei feigned confusion.

Quickly, seeing that this mysterious prehistoric young man had no ill-intentions, she patiently explained some of the changes over the years, with a face full of hope and expectation, imagining this was an encounter that could offer opportunities for them small characters to soar.

After Zhu Zhengwei listened, he kindly explained, "I'm not from a prehistoric sanctuary; I come from a small secret realm in the sky..."

Zhu Zhengwei pointed upwards, indicating it was just above.

"Similar to the prehistoric sanctuary you mentioned, in reality, there are not only one; our ancestors awakened earlier from another sanctuary, went through resistance and demise, and were ultimately saved by a crying deity and exiled to a small secret realm, opening every five hundred years."

"And regarding the Hundred-Stone Country you mentioned, prehistoric civilization from hundreds of years ago—I can sense they were also sent into a small secret realm, opened every five hundred years."

Zhu Zhengwei continually explained, revealing some so-called truths of history.

Lin Anna was very shocked, "You mean, in that mythic story, the Witch Ancestor civilization that opened up the world is still alive, with the Legendary City, Hundred-Stone City, entering the secret realm?"

"Yes."

Zhu Zhengwei nonchalantly exposed someone's secret, even describing the exact location, with a serious expression saying, "That senior may have been testing you, as the secret realm opened at regular intervals but you never arrived, causing him great loneliness."

"So that's how it is!" Lin Anna suddenly understood.

"And the secret realm I lived in, after over ten thousand years, has exhausted its basic resources. The elders have passed away, leaving only me in slumber and just now awakened to explore the outside." Zhu Zhengwei briefly introduced his background, hinting not just at someone having a secret realm but also insinuating he had one too.

He simply couldn't comprehend.

Secret realms are so fun—why wouldn't someone create them?

The obvious dungeon model, setting traps, treasure, luring people to explore, cutting down the wheat...

It seems this centenarian indeed couldn't keep up with the times.

Though understanding the cultural output of spiritual power, engaging in mental warfare, and attracting talent as spies, he never played the game of cutting wheat with such a great model, still needing to reincarnate to Earth, mastering a secret realm while researching some Ancestral Witch Dharma Gates on the side.

"Zeng Ciwen still couldn't keep up with the times, but I understand. An older man at a hundred wouldn't understand the new 'perspective' of young people."

"As a transmigrator of the previous generation, he brought the societal beatings from his era to this place, teaching the natives the ways of the world."

"And now, I also enter the world, bringing the new societal beatings of young people here, teaching the natives their ways."

After all, the world's all-living beings were still too naive.

Though the material civilization was rapidly developing with combat power surpassing Earth, it ultimately developed too briefly; their spiritual culture lagged, easily progressing after various tricks and beatings.

A civilization's maturity always requires constant lessons.

As for him, reincarnating to truly become a mortal, without the status of divinity, of course, he'd let loose and find some interesting things to do, all while researching his seventh-stage Dharma Gate.

Quickly, three days passed.

Zhu Zhengwei integrated into the life of this base-level ship.

Occasionally, he fished with the crew, played cards, sang songs, boundlessly free.

Nobody would think this boy was an ancient divine being because it didn't fit the image at all... just considered him an easygoing, interesting, and diligent young man.

This appearance of himself was indeed Zhu Zhengwei unmasked.

Just an ordinary, diligent college freshman.

Although Zhu Zhengwei hadn't researched the system for almost a thousand years, he had continually cultivated the ultimate achievements of each era's top cultivation skills. Not researching doesn't mean he wasn't aware of the most advanced principles.

On the deck, he quickly obtained a laboratory and began his research on the seventh-stage life.

Mastering genetic cell technology and traditional cultivation, he started experimenting in the Ancestral Witch era.

"Working a little each day is also a kind of happiness."

Zhu Zhengwei's expression was calm. Each day, he researched, and to him, work was a hobby; striving was a lifestyle, and above all, it was working for himself.

Being self-employed and starting his own business naturally provided motivation.

"The so-called seventh stage is spiritually energizing the cells, containing energy, circulating throughout the body."

"And if not taking the crooked path, like metamorphosing by giving birth to a child, to break through the seventh stage, then the orthodox path requires vast spiritual power for fine micro-control, guiding the energy below the neck to achieve it."

"And how to guide it below the neck? It is with extremely delicate spiritual micro-control!"

"Before me, using this power, achieving spiritual micro-control was the experiment I conducted."

Quickly, he discovered that his energy, with his fine manipulation, penetrated below the neck like water droplets soaking into a sponge.

"Indeed, such spiritual energy is the threshold for entering this realm."

"Only the delicate spiritual power of the seventh stage can lead below the neck to break through the seventh stage."

Thus, the problem appeared.

Only the spiritual power of the seventh stage can breakthrough the seventh stage threshold...

This was simply a paradox!

This was also the truth that no one else could break through.

"And me, I first use the spiritual power of the seventh stage to reversely deduce the breakthrough method, allowing sixth-stage mental power to be temporarily refined to the seventh-stage level, and then break through the seventh stage."

Zhu Zhengwei's expression was calm as his eyes observed through a microscope.

His spiritual power continued to refine, becoming fine enough to control the level of bacteria in conducting super delicate biological experiments.

Through the evolution of one era after another, the mystery of energy descending below the neck became increasingly clear, and he was standing on the shoulders of giants, attempting to take the final step into the seventh stage!

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