My bathroom leads to the celestial realm.

He Tiannan looked away from his phone, but suddenly paused for a moment, then turned back to Xu Yan: "By the way, where is your sect? May I pay my respects to the venerable ancestors?"

Xu Yan didn't say anything, silently took the phone, and opened a webpage: "See for yourself."

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He Tiannan sat bolt upright: "Dead?"

Xu Yan nodded: "Yes, he's been dead for over four hundred years."

"No!" He Tiannan was completely shocked. "Wasn't he a powerful senior? How could he have died in just over four hundred years?"

Xu Yan pointed to his temple: "The powerful figures here aren't defined by their high cultivation levels or formidable methods, but by the sheer power of this place!"

He then pointed out the window: "All that you see is the result of countless wise and capable people accumulating and building up bit by bit with their wisdom."

He Tiannan grew anxious: "What about Faraday... that's a really strange name!"

Xu Yan casually typed Faraday's name into the search engine: "More than 160 years ago".

"Maxwell?"

"More than 140 years!"

"Electromagnetic True Lord?"

Xu Yan suddenly felt a bit of a headache. How do you remember so clearly?

He scratched his cheek and said with a sigh, "This person is still alive, but it's not like you can just see him whenever you want."

"Why?" Master He asked, puzzled.

"The Electromagnetic Master, he's a national treasure-level scientist, you know? Forget meeting him, even getting close to him is incredibly difficult!"

He Tiannan looked at him with a "don't lie to me" expression.

Xu Yan sighed, "Our individual combat strength is indeed negligible, but the power of our system is beyond your imagination."

He Tiannan nodded thoughtfully, not dwelling on the question: "What does 'national treasure' mean?"

"They are the nation's treasures."

"And what is a nation?"

Xu Yan covered her face.

As a writer, even if he couldn't clearly explain the concept of a nation, he could still summarize it roughly. But how could he explain it to He Tiannan?

On a sudden impulse, he countered, "Don't you have a country where you live?"

"No." He Tiannan shook his head.

"Who will govern that city?"

"Naturally, it is a celestial abode."

"What about above the immortal abode?"

"Sect!"

The two talked back and forth for a while before Xu Yan finally understood.

The political structure of the cultivation world is somewhat like a feudal system, with major sects governing smaller sects, and the smaller sects in turn managing cities. However, regardless of the size of the sect, they are only nominal administrators. The real direct rulers of the cities are the immortal palaces in various places.

So, cultivators are equivalent to officials?

If you join a sect, wouldn't that be the same as entering the officialdom?

Of course, there is still a big difference between the two. Any cultivator with aspirations is focused on pursuing the Great Dao. If they are assigned to manage mortals in a celestial abode, it is no different from being exiled to the frontier in ancient times.

Only cultivators who have lost their path to enlightenment and have no hope of breaking through will voluntarily descend to the Immortal Abode to marry, have children, and reproduce. It would be best if a few of their descendants could be exceptionally talented and could rejoin a sect to cultivate.

Xu Yan grinned as he listened. "So, cultivation is all about family monopolies now, huh?"

Fortunately, this thing depends on aptitude and talent; otherwise, how could ordinary people ever get ahead?

As for He Tiannan... Xu Yan directly found him popular science videos, saving him a lot of trouble.

He Zhenren felt like he had discovered a new continent and developed a strong interest in all kinds of short videos. At first, he was just curious, but the more videos he watched, the more serious his expression became.

Society, philosophy, science and technology, people's livelihood, history... every subject can give him a refreshing experience.

The cultivator's superhuman physique played an unexpected role. He Tiannan didn't need to rest for 24 hours a day and could keep watching videos non-stop. He even felt that one phone wasn't enough and tried to take over Xu Yan's phone.

Xu Yan resolutely refused, but secretly sighed, "He's really become an internet addict cultivator!"

In another world, cell phones are useless; you might lend one to someone for a few days and that's fine. But in the real world, that wouldn't work.

Over the next few days, the supplies that Writer Xu had ordered online arrived one after another. He sorted them into categories and piled them up, preparing for his journey through time.

He Tiannan is completely immersed in the world of short videos.

The landlady, unwilling to give up, came to visit once, and it seemed she was quite determined to take He Zhenren out, get him drunk, and make things happen.

However, He Tiannan's mind was as firm as iron, and he resolutely chose short videos over women.

Xu Yan couldn't help but complain, "If he had put this much focus into cultivation, wouldn't he have already broken through to the Nascent Soul stage?"

He even considered sending him back to the cultivation world as soon as possible, because if he waited any longer, there might be no hope left!

On the third day, the stun gun arrived.

Without saying a word, Xu Yan immediately disassembled one, removed the battery, and pulled out the wires to fix it to the handle.

Then, he released a little bit of his true energy, and an electric arc immediately crackled between the two electrodes at the end, making a very cheerful sound.

Xu Yan was so happy she couldn't stop smiling.

This is the most powerful weapon he could obtain within the bounds of the law.

He Tiannan glanced at Xu Yan and finally understood why this kid could control the Thunder Eagle's inner core—having grown up in a place where thunder was everywhere, how could he not be of the thunder attribute?

Those who are close to Zhu are close to those who are black.

This is similar to how most sea creatures are water-based, while those near volcanoes are fire-based.

On the fifth day, Xu Yan suddenly felt a faint, uneasy feeling, and was startled. He subconsciously looked out the window, but found nothing.

His intuition was never wrong; the other party must have used some method he didn't understand!

He Tiannan, who hadn't moved for several days, sat up, frowning, and said, "There are a few more strangers outside... Is this the national power you were talking about?"

Xu Yan sighed: "That's right, the higher-ups probably already know you're not a local."

He Tiannan clicked his tongue in amazement, truly unable to imagine how a mortal with no magical powers could have done it: "What are your plans? Are you just going to let it go like this?"

They were just a few mortals. In the past, he would have crushed these ants who dared to spy on the daily lives of cultivators.

Fortunately, watching the videos these past few days wasn't for nothing.

Xu Yan shook his head: "It's alright, don't worry about them."

"Your grotto is yours to call the shots!" He Tiannan put down his phone. "It's been so many days, hasn't the blood mist dissipated yet?"

Xu Yan glanced at the portal: "It's dispersed somewhat, but not completely."

"That's about enough," He Tiannan said. "Take me back."

Eh?

Xu Yan was surprised: "Aren't you going to wait any longer?"

"No, thank you." He Tiannan smiled. "The blood mist is starting to dissipate, which means the Blood Demon Sect has left. Moreover, I can already sense that the opportunity to break through to the Nascent Soul stage is just around the corner. It's time to go back!"

Before he transmigrated, his Dao heart was still lacking and needed time to be polished. However, in the past few days, he has been exposed to a massive amount of information, which has greatly impacted his original values. On the contrary, his Dao heart has become more stable under the constant impact.

The time has come; it's time to break through!

Xu Yan... You think watching short videos can hone your Dao heart? That's bullshit!