Journey to the West Creation Technique

The vast ocean connects with the sky.

A dozen or so ships sailed one after another on the boundless, vast sea.

Each ship not only has sails, but also steam as its power source.

Black smoke billowed from the chimney, and the ship was painted with a giant dragon, its billowing sails resembling the dragon's outstretched wings.

The massive paddle wheels on both sides of the ship were slowly rotating, propelled by steam, their blades cutting into the water and propelling the ship forward.

It had huge paddle wheels on both sides, hence it was called a paddle wheel ship.

The cabins are stacked in three layers, with upturned eaves and corners, as if a pavilion or tower had been moved onto the ship.

Only such a magnificent steamship could sail thousands of miles.

The ship's deck was extremely spacious, and even with over a hundred teenagers sitting on it, it didn't feel crowded.

All eyes were on the blue-robed monk in the cabin.

He stood with his hands behind his back and spoke loudly: "The so-called vitality is yang energy. When yang energy is generated, all diseases cannot invade..."

"Every morning, face the rising sun, let your mind follow the flow of qi, and guide the yang energy to the middle jiao (middle burner)..."

Since there was no spiritual energy on the sea, Cai Yiheng, a Qi-refining cultivator from the Qingyun Sect, was extremely bored. So, in his spare time, he taught the people in the deserted area the "Yang-gathering Qi-refining Technique".

"Immortal Master!" a young man called out, "These are all methods of cultivating immortality, right? But we... we don't have spiritual roots. Can we cultivate immortality without spiritual roots?"

Cai Yiheng smiled and said, "Without spiritual roots, one naturally cannot cultivate immortality, but you may possess spiritual roots..."

Upon hearing this, everyone on the boat immediately perked up.

"Spiritual roots are hidden in acupoints. For cultivators to absorb spiritual energy, they must make the spiritual roots hidden in acupoints resonate with the stars in the sky. There are 361 acupoints on the human body, corresponding to 361 stars in the sky... However, our human body actually has 365 acupoints. There are four acupoints that cannot resonate with the stars in the sky, so even if they have spiritual roots, they cannot absorb spiritual energy."

"Could it be that once we reach the Southern Desolate Continent, we'll be able to see those four hidden stars?" a young man asked, standing up.

"That's right! The Southern Desolate Continent is separated from the Central Plains by an endless sea, and the climates of the two places are completely different. It snows in June and scorches in December. The stars that exist in the Central Plains may not exist there, and the stars that do not exist in the Central Plains may not be absent there. Many cultivators from our sect were able to cultivate there before, but when they arrived there, they were unable to absorb spiritual energy and became like ordinary people..."

"Although your spiritual roots are not prominent in the Central Plains, once you get there, it may just happen to coincide with the celestial phenomena of the Southern Sea, thus making it possible for you to cultivate."

A buzz of discussion arose on the deck.

"You must be kidding, how could the weather be any different?"

"Sigh... they just wanted to trick us into going to Nanming to mine."

"When we boarded the ship, it was agreed that we would go to the Southern Sea to reclaim wasteland, mine for two years, and then we would be allocated land. There was no mention of cultivating immortality at all. How can this be called deception? I think what the immortal master said makes sense."

"I also think there's absolutely no need for them to lie to us!"

……

A bold young man asked again in a loud voice, "According to the immortal master, does that mean cultivators can only be confined to one place? If they go to the wrong place, wouldn't their cultivation be in vain?"

Cai Yiheng shook his head and continued to explain, "Once you successfully establish your foundation, you no longer need to conform to the celestial phenomena. After establishing your foundation, your body will become a world unto itself, and wherever you go, the sun, moon, and stars will be within you. At that time, you can make the four seas your home and travel to any of the eight wastelands."

He looked up at the line where the sea met the sky in the distance, a line that was noticeably dark: "Although the hope is equally slim, with so many of you, there's a chance that a few lucky ones might emerge."

In the blink of an eye, the black line on the horizon expanded rapidly, and even lightning flashed within it.

Cai Yiheng's expression changed drastically, and he immediately interrupted the boys' discussion: "Everyone! Get in the cabin immediately! Quickly!"

The boys were stunned.

In that moment of distraction...

The wind picked up, and darkness fell.

"The storm is coming! Get in the cabin!" Lu Chengjun stood up and shouted.

In the blink of an eye, the clear blue sky was covered with dark clouds.

The once shimmering blue sea has turned into an inky abyss.

"Lower the sails! Lower the sails now!"

Before the shout had even faded, the mainsail was already swollen full by the wind, and the ropes were taut and straight.

This is simply unsolvable!

"cut!"

A sailor swung his axe and chopped hard at the taut rope.

"Boom!"

With the mainsail lowered, the ship's speed suddenly decreased.

"Don't stop the steam turbine! Everyone else, get into the cabin!"

"Get in! Get in quickly!"

Before the storm arrived, everyone went into the cabin. After Lu Chengjun entered the cabin, he and several sailors worked together to lock the cabin door tightly.

At this moment, the outside world was already a deep abyss.

The cabin was completely silent.

It's terribly oppressive.

"Moo—"

A low moo rang out, the sound carrying a hint of panic.

These are water buffaloes tethered in the cabin. They are villagers heading to the Southern Wilderness to develop the land, so naturally they need to bring these draft animals for plowing.

At this moment, people and animals were crammed together in the cabin, all soaked to the bone and panting.

The buffalo mooed again, its tone clearly agitated.

Immediately afterwards, the boat tilted sharply, as if it were about to capsize.

"what!"

This time, everyone started screaming hysterically.

The next instant, the boat righted itself again.

The crowd stopped howling.

The boat tilted again.

Everyone: "Ah!"

Back to positive again.

Everyone: "..."

Back and forth, back and forth, I felt numb, confused, and nauseous.

I don't know how much time passed...

Just when everyone thought the storm was over, Lu Chengjun suddenly felt himself taking off.

The ship was as if it had been lifted up by a giant, sent high into the air, and then crashed down hard.

That feeling of weightlessness can be clearly felt even when you're locked inside a cabin.

I can't hold on any longer!

This wave is absolutely unsustainable!

"Ah!" The hysterical scream rang out again.

The cows were so frightened that they bellowed loudly.

boom!

The ship crashed into the sea.

The oil lamp went out.

The ship is broken...

After an unknown amount of time, the storm stopped.

The sea returned to calm, a vast expanse of blue, with rippling waves.

Broken planks, boxes, and drowned bodies were scattered everywhere.

Lu Chengjun lay on the back of an ox, while the ox swam vigorously in the sea.

Although Brother Niu is a good swimmer, this is, after all, the vast ocean.

Fortunately, Brother Niu quickly made it ashore, his hooves landing on the golden sand.

Lu Chengjun let out a long sigh of relief, rolled off the ox's back, his legs were sore and it took him a while to recover.

The sky was clear, the sun was shining brightly, and the sea was a clear, turquoise green.

Several trees I'd never seen before grew on the bank, their trunks straight and their tops covered with large, feathery leaves.

Further away, rolling hills with lush vegetation can be faintly seen.

"This is... the Southern Desolate Continent?" Lu Chengjun murmured to himself, "Or is it just a small island?"

He turned his gaze back to the beach.

Broken planks, scattered wooden crates, and tangled ropes stretched out along the coastline.

In addition, there were also "boat friends" who drifted ashore with the waves.

Lu Chengjun quickly checked and found that the man's lips were purple and his eyes were wide open.

When I reached out and pinched his philtrum, it was ice-cold to the touch.

dead.

"May you rest in peace." Lu Chengjun sighed and walked toward the next person.

He was a middle-aged man whose belly was swollen high from being soaked in seawater, even larger than that of a pregnant woman.

Her belly was so taut it was almost transparent, revealing the bluish-black lines underneath.

No need to touch it...

The third body, the fourth body...

They were all dead; not a single one was alive.

Forget it.

I should think about how I should live my life.

Pick up some useful supplies.

Lu Chengjun looked out at the sea and saw a wooden barrel bobbing up and down with the waves, swaying as it made its way to the shore.

Those are large barrels used for storing fermented rice.