A journey through immortal realms begins with a phantom tale.

Little Ruoshui sat in Li Mengtian's lap, tilting her head up and asking curiously, "Grandma, what is an immortal?"

"Immortal?"

Although Li Mengtian was a cultivator, she really didn't know what an immortal was.

She had once heard Luo Cheng say that if a cultivator survived the Heavenly Tribulation, they could ascend to the legendary Immortal Realm.

However, ever since she advanced to the Nascent Soul stage, no matter how hard she cultivated, her cultivation level could hardly improve.

That's why she was so eager to go and see Fengyuan Star.

During her sixty years on Earth, she experienced the vicissitudes of life, held great power, and possessed endless wealth, yet she was never truly happy.

She has sons and daughters and can enjoy the happiness of family life, but she feels empty inside.

Li Mengtian once chatted with the Lin family patriarch, who advised her: "With your mindset, you're prone to problems."

How could she not know that there was something wrong with her mindset, but she couldn't find a way to solve it?

Perhaps, only by finding that person can she untangle the knot in her heart.

As night fell, Luo Cheng took a step forward and disappeared from the spot.

Those around them were all surprised to see this.

"How did he disappear?"

"Could he be an ancient person?"

"Don't talk nonsense."

The story of Luo Cheng's sudden appearance and disappearance was only circulated among a few people.

Those who have met him say they encountered an ancient person who gave them fruit, and some even have photos to prove it.

But nobody believed him, not even his closest friends, who shook their heads: "What era are we living in? The age of artificial intelligence! Making a fake photo is that easy."

Clearly, they treated the group photo as a product of AI synthesis.

At this time, Luo Cheng had returned to the ancient city—the place where he had once lived, where he and Li Mengtian had lived together for three years.

In a daze, he seemed to hear Li Mengtian's voice again: "Can't you be more realistic? Stop thinking about those immortals and gods all day long."

Luo Cheng remained calm, letting his memories flow freely.

Occasionally, someone would glance at him a few more times, simply because of his handsome appearance.

Before coming to the ancient city, Luo Cheng changed into a set of casual clothes he had bought locally before leaving Blue Star.

Faint whispers reached my ears: "This person's clothes are actually a vintage style."

Luo Cheng sighed inwardly: Sixty years have passed, and the most fashionable clothes of the past have now become nostalgic items.

"Thump, thump." The heart of God beat in his chest.

Living among ordinary people, which perfectly suited his humble heart, allowed his cultivation to gradually improve.

Luo Cheng suddenly understood: This is the essence of the ordinary.

After calculating for a moment, he concluded that it would take some time for the Lone Star to reach Lin Star.

Perhaps he could stay on Earth a little longer and truly appreciate the beauty of the ordinary.

To experience the life of an ordinary person, one needs a place to call home.

But sixty years have passed, and his identity information has long been cancelled.

In the end, Luo Cheng didn't bother to get an ID card—in his view, he was just a passerby who would stay for a while and then leave, so why bother?

The opening of the Ancient God's Treasury is a major event in the cultivation world, and he will definitely participate.

However, before going to the ancient treasure, one must first improve one's realm, which requires comprehending the ordinary heart.

In order to experience the meaning of the ordinary, Luo Cheng did not live alone on the mountaintop as he did on Apocalypse Star, but instead planned to find a house to live in.

After many twists and turns, he found a secluded place.

This place provides cheap housing specifically for people who come to the ancient city to work. Most importantly, you don't need an ID card to rent this kind of house. You only need a little money, and it's very cheap. You can stay for ten yuan a day.

When Luo Cheng left Blue Star, he still had some money left in his storage bracelet. It was "ancient coins" from sixty years ago, but fortunately, it was still usable.

He took out three hundred yuan and rented it for a month.

The house is on the rooftop; it's a small storage room, just big enough to fit a bed.

The only downside is that it's a bit sunny – the ancient city is in the summer, and the temperature on the rooftop can reach 40 degrees Celsius at noon.

Of course, this is nothing to Luo Cheng.

He is a cultivator of gods; with his current level of cultivation, he could even take a bath in lava without any problem.

Luo Cheng tidied up briefly and took out a quilt and daily necessities from the storage space.

These items were all purchased sixty years ago, but because they were stored in a storage space, they remain as good as new.

In order to better understand the ordinary heart, Luo Cheng decided to find something to do.

He couldn't do the jobs that required an ID card, so after chatting with the workers around him, he decided to follow them to find temporary work—temporary workers didn't need ID cards and were paid daily.

The next morning arrived in the blink of an eye.

Given Luo Cheng's level of cultivation, he no longer needed to sleep, yet he still slept for a whole night.

Upon waking, I felt an indescribable joy, and my understanding of the value of a simple life deepened.

"Brother, are you just from the countryside?" a neighbor asked.

"yes."

"Is your outfit a vintage style? It's hard to find these days."

"Yes."

Luo Cheng chatted with his neighbor for a few minutes, then asked, "Where do you usually find work? Could you give me a try?"

"Sure." The speaker was a middle-aged man with sun-darkened skin and a thick, coarse stubble on his face, clearly someone who had just shaved.

"Old Zhang, it's time to go to work," someone called out.

"Alright," Old Zhang replied, then said to the man, "This kid wants to go too."

"This kid is quite tall, but he's so delicate and frail. Can he do any hard work?"

"Judging from his appearance, he must be from the countryside. Let's take him with us."

"Thank you, Brother Li," Luo Cheng said.

"Young Luo, come on up," Old Zhang called out.

Luo Cheng responded and followed.

In his current state of mind, he finds it all quite interesting.

Soon, the group arrived at the street corner.

There are many breakfast stalls here, selling steamed buns, fried dough sticks, rice noodles... the aroma of everyday life is irresistible.

Luo Cheng hadn't experienced this kind of ordinary life in a long time, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart.

"Young Luo, what would you like to eat?" Old Zhang asked.

"I'll have some rice noodles." Luo Cheng remembered that he loved eating chopped meat rice noodles when he was in the ancient city, and he really missed the taste.

Unfortunately, he had given all his money to Li Mengtian at that time, and he couldn't even afford rice noodles himself—a bowl of minced meat rice noodles cost sixteen yuan, and he could only afford two steamed buns and a cup of soy milk for five yuan.

Luo Cheng ordered a bowl of minced meat rice noodles and gave the owner twenty yuan when the noodles were served.

Sixty years later, the price of pork rice noodles has increased by four yuan, which is not considered an outrageous price increase.

As he ate the noodles, he felt that the taste was slightly different from what he remembered, but not by much.

Although with his cultivation level, he would still need to use his divine power to refine it after eating it, it was still a unique experience.

After Luo Cheng finished eating and got up to leave, the owner called out to him, "Young man, you haven't paid yet."

Luo Cheng took out another twenty yuan and handed it over.

Old Zhang stepped forward and said to the shop owner, "He has already paid."

Then he turned to Luo Cheng and said, "Hey kid, didn't you pay for the noodles earlier? Why are you paying again?"

"It's alright." Luo Cheng didn't care; to him, it was just part of the mundane experience.

The shopkeeper grumbled, "What era are we living in? Who gives out paper money now? I have to exchange it for paper money, which is not only troublesome, but how am I supposed to remember if he gave it to me or not? Can you blame me?"

Indeed, if it were a QR code payment, there would be a record on the phone, and such disputes would not occur.

Luo Cheng understood; the shopkeeper was trying to extort money from him because he didn't want paper money.

Old Zhang said helplessly, "Young Luo, what's wrong with you? What era are we living in? You don't even have a cell phone?"

"I've never had the money to buy it."

"Buying a phone isn't expensive; you can get a used one for two hundred yuan."

"I'll buy one when I make some money." Luo Cheng didn't really care about the phone; he felt it was optional.

Old Zhang complained, "You young man, you must be so bored if you don't play on your phone."

Luo Cheng retorted, "What's so fun about a cell phone?"

That said, Luo Cheng had used a smartphone before he traveled through time, and he would watch short videos to kill time when he had nothing to do.

But after he started cultivating immortality, he never touched it again—what could be a better way to kill time than cultivating immortality?

Sometimes, meditating, refining weapons, or comprehending immortal techniques can take several years or even decades.

Old Zhang was speechless, thinking that this young man looked only twenty years old, but his thinking was more old-fashioned than his own.

"No wonder you can't find a job; your thinking is too outdated."

After the three finished their meal, they arrived at the ancient city's dock.

Many men were gathered here, some sitting, some standing, all waiting for work.

After a while, several clean-dressed people came over to select people, specifically choosing the healthy and strong.

Old Zhang and Old Li, both in their forties, were regulars here. Soon, someone approached them: "Old Zhang, Old Li, there's work for you today, want some?"

"Dry!"

"This job is a bit tiring, but I can give you an extra hundred."

"OK."

Old Zhang pointed at Luo Cheng and said, "Could you take my little brother with you?"

The foreman had noticed Luo Cheng long ago.

This young man has fair skin and delicate features, but he is 1.9 meters tall.

He sized him up for a moment and said, "Nice height. Are you from the same hometown?"

"Yes."

"Alright, take him with you. But let me make this clear from the start: your wages will depend on the situation. If he can't do the job, I won't pay him a single penny."

"Of course, of course."

Luo Cheng followed behind the foreman, while Old Zhang whispered, "Young Luo, this job is pretty tiring."

He sighed softly and said nothing more.

In Lao Zhang's opinion, Luo Cheng was too honest. When the noodle shop owner tried to extort money from him, he didn't say a word and even gave him more money. He was really a bit foolish.

Soon, the group arrived at a factory.

The foreman pointed to a pile of burlap sacks in the factory area and said, "Today, you'll move these things onto the ship."

Old Zhang smiled and replied, "Don't worry."

He then said to Luo Cheng, "Luo boy, get to work."

Luo Cheng walked to the snakeskin bag, lifted it with his hand, and thought to himself: It's so light.

In fact, these bags contained chemical materials, with each bag weighing 200 kilograms.

But the foreman was unwilling to use machines for loading and unloading, insisting on manual labor—for no other reason than that manual labor was cheaper.

Machines need repair when they break down and maintenance when they're not in use. It's not as convenient as hiring workers.

They can be called over when needed, and there's no need to spend money to support them when not needed.

Luo Cheng was somewhat surprised, not expecting that Lao Zhang and Lao Li could carry two bags at once, even though it seemed difficult for them.

The sun had already risen, and in the sweltering summer heat, one would be drenched in sweat even sitting still, and the slightest movement would leave one's face covered in sweat.

Luo Cheng thought to himself: How many bags should I carry?

He tried and lifted four bags on his shoulder.

Seeing this, Old Zhang quickly shouted, "Young Luo, take it easy, don't strain your back!"

"It's alright." Luo Cheng's expression was calm, and his breathing was steady without any shortness of breath.

Old Zhang and Old Li were both stunned. This young man was so strong.

After a while, they discovered another strange thing: the young man was not panting, nor did he break a sweat.

"Young Luo, are you sick?" Old Li couldn't help but ask. "There's a kind of illness that can clog your pores and prevent you from sweating; that can suffocate you!"

Luo Cheng remained calm: "It's nothing."