The Immortal Cultivation Game Has Come True

Translator: 549690339

Barely surviving to his teenage years, the massive Yellow Sand Catastrophe struck once again. He followed the fleeing crowd and arrived at Black Wind City.

Unlike the previous sufferings, ever since moving to Black Wind City, there were no detestable tax officers, and the government officials even distributed seeds and helped in cultivating the wasteland for free.

Everything… everything was moving towards a better future.

Until one day.

The empire invaded, and he resolutely joined the army in order to protect his family’s farmland and the hard-earned happiness.

In the end,

He stayed on a city wall. As a mere teenage soldier, he bit into the enemy’s neck while being seriously injured, taking the enemy down with him.

The scene ends!

Abbot Dao Guang stood by the city walls, the previous scene flickering repeatedly in his mind.

In that young man’s lifetime, he saw suffering, happiness, and lastly… the sacrifice of his life in pursuit of happiness!

He was at a loss for words for a long time.

“Hoo~”

Dao Guang inhaled deeply, turning to look at Xuanqing beside him. His expression held a trace of indescribable meaning.

However,

He didn’t know – what they were seeing now was merely the appetizer. The true key to freeing people from suffering was far more than this.

“Dao Guang, the next place I will take you to is the real core of Black Wind Country, as well as the foundation of its establishment!”

Xuanqing’s lips curled up ever so slightly.

Not waiting for the other party to speak, he once again swept Dao Guang up and transformed into a golden light soaring into the sky.

Black Wind’s First Precision Machinery Factory!

Boom, boom

The massive sound of machines roared, echoing through the factory. Countless workers, dressed in white uniforms, operated massive machines.

Click- Click…

Precise machinery was produced one by one by the machines.

At that moment,

Although Dao Guang could not understand the machines, he was still stunned by the torrent of black machinery.

“Shimon cannot eliminate suffering, and even Daoism cannot eliminate suffering. The only way to truly eradicate suffering… is by relying on people themselves.”

Xuanqing casually pointed to the corner of the factory.

Upon looking,

In the corner, there was an unassuming, boxy machine.

“This device is called a textile machine, and it can produce hundreds of meters of fabric every day.”

“Hiss

Dao Guang’s pupils contracted sharply. Although he was a monk, he had traveled with his master and knew a thing or two about weaving.

As far as he knew, even skilled textile workers, relying on hand spinning wheels, could only produce two or three meters of fabric a day at most.

This single machine… was equivalent to hundreds of textile workers!

Furthermore,

There were countless machines like this in the factory, acting as just the tip of the iceberg.

After visiting the machinery factory,

Next,

Xuanqing brought Dao Guang to the final stop of their journey.

The farmland on the outskirts of the city.

As it happened… it was quite a coincidence,

At this time, Black Wind Country was in the season of the autumn harvest.

The rice fields on the outskirts had turned golden yellow; countless grains of rice bent the stalks beneath their weight.

“Dao Guang… this is hybrid rice, one of the most significant and precious products of human technology!”

Xuanqing said quietly.

However,

At this moment, Dao Guang’s lips trembled incessantly. As he stared at the golden rice fields before him, he was completely at a loss for words.

So it turns out… it turns out…. that the key to truly freeing people from suffering is not Shimen, nor Daoism, but human technology!