After the internet was disconnected, I connected to the magic world.

Shi Dazhuang was quite happy today.

I went up the mountain and cut two bundles of good firewood, enough to keep the family burning for almost half a month.

Once the firewood is sold, we can buy two pounds of sweet cakes for the child.

He was humming a folk song while swinging his axe when he looked up and saw five people walking towards him on the path at the village entrance.

They were wearing strange clothes, made of slippery material, in styles they had never seen before.

The boy at the head of the group was neither too young nor too old, walking with his chin held high, like a little deity. Behind him followed an old Taoist priest, a monk, and two ordinary people, each with a distinct air about them.

Shi Dazhuang's axe fell to the ground on the spot.

He stared at the five people, his eyes wide open, his whole body trembling slightly.

He had heard his grandmother tell him the legends that had been passed down in the village since he was a child.

They say our world was created by immortals, and that extraordinary beings will descend from beyond the heavens, dressed in strange clothes and carrying immortal magic.

He used to think it was just a story for children.

I actually saw it today.

"An...an extraordinary person!!"

The man stammered out those three words, his voice cracking.

There was surprise, fear, and an overwhelming sense of joy.

He didn't even bother to pick up the axe; he turned and ran towards the village, shouting at the top of his lungs as he ran:

"The supernatural beings have arrived!!"

"The superhuman has really arrived!!"

"Village Chief! Grandpa! The legend is true! An extraordinary being has descended upon the world!!"

His shouts were loud and clear, carried by the wind into the village.

The once quiet Little Stone Village was instantly thrown into chaos.

The doors of each house creaked open one after another, and men, women, and children all poked their heads out.

"What? An alien? Da Zhuang's gone crazy again?"

"Are you talking nonsense in broad daylight? Extraordinary beings are just from mythology; they can't possibly exist in real life."

"Exactly, you believe lies told to children?"

They say they don't believe it, but their actions tell a different story.

The villagers came out of their houses and gathered towards the village entrance. Some of the bolder ones even took a couple of steps forward, wanting to see what the strange person Dazhuang had described looked like.

When they saw the five people walking towards them on the path, they all froze.

The five people were dressed in a style I'd never seen before; the fabric was so smooth and shiny, just like the one described in the legend.

The young man walking in front was full of vigor, the old Taoist priest had a dignified and otherworldly air, the monk had a solemn and dignified appearance, and the other two also looked extraordinary.

He really is an extraordinary person!

The villagers were thrown into chaos instantly.

"My God! He's an extraordinary person!"

"The legend is true! The gods and immortals haven't forgotten us!"

"Quickly! Go get the village chief!"

"Old woman, quickly bring out the eggs! We have a distinguished guest!"

The crowd chattered excitedly and nervously, standing by the roadside, hesitant to approach. They all stared at the five people, their eyes filled with curiosity, awe, and a bit of bewilderment.

Zhao Hao had never seen anything like this before. He straightened his back even more and his lips were practically curled up to the sky.

See, see, I told you I was the Heavenly Emperor descended to earth, and everyone recognized me!

Zhang Lei and Zhou Ming felt extremely uncomfortable, being stared at by dozens of people like monkeys, unsure of what to do with their hands and feet.

Master Xuanqing and Master Shimingyuan remained composed, observing the village and its inhabitants as they walked, their expressions serene.

Before they even reached the village entrance, an elderly man with a cane quickly came out to greet them.

The old man's hair and beard were completely white, and his back was a little hunched, but his steps were very steady. He was none other than Shi Laogen, the village chief of Xiaoshi Village.

He was weaving bamboo baskets inside the house when he heard Dazhuang shout, so he dropped the baskets and ran outside.

Seeing five people in the distance, the old man dropped his cane to the ground with a thud.

He stood there, his lips trembling, and his eyes instantly reddened.

"It really is...it really is an extraordinary person..."

"What our ancestors said is true... Our Little Stone Village is a village blessed by heaven..."

The old man took two shaky steps forward and bowed deeply to the five people.

This completely baffled all five of them.

Zhao Hao instinctively wanted to reach out to help, but then remembered his "Heavenly Emperor persona" and forcibly held back, putting on a calm demeanor.

Zhang Lei and Zhou Ming were at a loss and took a half step back.

It's strange to receive such a big gift from an old person for no reason.

"No need for such formalities, sir."

Master Xuanqing spoke first, stepping forward to offer a gentle support, his tone calm.

"We apologize for our intrusion and for disturbing your esteemed village."

"No bothering you! No bothering you!"

Shi Laogen quickly straightened up, wiped his eyes, and smiled so much that all the wrinkles on his face smoothed out.

"Our distinguished guests are a blessing bestowed upon our Xiaoshi Village by generations of good deeds! Come in! Come on in! Have a seat!"

The old man was incredibly hospitable, turning around to lead the way and constantly greeting us:

"Please come in! We have prepared tea and simple food at home, please don't find it offensive, dear guest."

The five people exchanged glances and could only follow.

We can't just turn around and run away.

As they walked into the village, villagers lined both sides of the road, staring at them curiously and whispering among themselves.

"Look, look, that old Taoist priest really looks like an immortal."

"And that monk, he looks like a Buddha in the temple."

"That young man is quite extraordinary for his age."

"If the extraordinary beings have arrived, does that mean the immortal techniques will arrive soon? Does that mean we can cultivate immortality too?"

"Keep your voice down! Don't disturb our honored guests!"

The discussion wasn't loud, but all five of them could hear it clearly.

Zhang Lei's heart was pounding.

Cultivation?

real or fake?

He was a real estate agent who spent his days haggling with landlords and clients. Suddenly, he was told that he could cultivate immortality.

He would have thought it was nonsense before, but now that he's traveled to another world, what's impossible?

Zhou Ming's heart was also racing, and his hand was trembling slightly as he pushed up his glasses.

Programmers who work on bugs until the early hours of the morning every day, do they really have a chance to change their way of life?

Needless to say, Zhao Hao's tail was practically wagging.

He claimed that he was the chosen one!

Upon entering the village chief's courtyard, we found an adobe house. The courtyard was very clean, with several wooden benches.

Shi Laogen invited everyone into the main room and hurriedly asked his wife to pour tea.

The large, rough porcelain bowl was filled with wild tea from the mountains, its aroma slightly bitter.

"Please have a seat, distinguished guests. Here's a cup of simple tea; please don't find it offensive."

The old man sat at the lower end, his posture upright and somewhat reserved.

Master Xuanqing picked up his teacup, took a sip, and then slowly spoke:

"Old man, I just heard the villagers calling us 'extraordinary people,' what does that mean?"

The room fell silent the moment he spoke.

Shi Laogen sat up straight, his expression becoming more serious.

He first asked in return, "May I ask if you distinguished guests are not from this realm?"

These words shocked all five of them.

They had just arrived in this world and didn't even know the names of the places.

An ordinary village chief in a mountain village could tell at a glance that they were not locals.

Zhao Hao forgot all about pretending to be the Heavenly Emperor and asked in surprise, "How did you know?"

Shi Laogen gave a wry smile, pointed to the top of his head, and then to the ground.

"Distinguished guest, you may not know this, but our world is called Kyushu."

"Kyushu?"

All five people were stunned.

This name is so familiar.

Ancient legends, geographical records, and mythological novels all bear the imprint of the Nine Provinces.

Everyone here is Chinese; who hasn't heard of the saying "the land of nine provinces"?

Zhang Lei blurted out instinctively, "The Nine Provinces of China?"

Shi Laogen didn't understand what "Huaxia" meant, so he just shook his head and continued:

"The myths passed down from our ancestors say that long, long ago, there was no such world between heaven and earth."

"The ancient war between immortals and gods caused the heavens and earth to collapse and mortals to suffer."

"Compassionate gods intervened, opening up this world and bringing our ancestors here, thus saving them from that great war."

"Later, the immortals and gods all perished, and the immortal arts were lost."

Before leaving, he left a prophecy, saying that one day, an extraordinary person wielding the "Nine Provinces Unified Decree" would come from beyond the boundary.

As the old man spoke, his gaze fell on the peach wood plaques at the waists of the five men, his eyes burning with fervor.

"The day the extraordinary being descends to earth will be the day the immortal source reopens. Immortal magic will return to the mortal realm, and the immortals and gods will also return."

After he finished speaking, the main room fell silent.

All five of them looked down at the tokens on their waists.

The decree of the Nine Provinces to be engraved simultaneously.

So that's what the token is called.

It turns out that the five of them were the legendary extraordinary people.

Zhao Hao was the first to react, and slapped his thigh.

"I knew it! I'm here to restart the path to immortality!"

No one ignored him.

The remaining four people were in turmoil.

Time travel, other worlds, cultivation, prophecy...

All the words they used to only see in novels are now raining down on them.

Master Xuanqing tapped his fingers lightly on the table, his brows furrowed, lost in thought.

Shi Mingyuan lowered his eyes and softly recited a Buddhist chant.

Zhang Lei's hands trembled slightly as he held the teacup.

Zhou Ming pushed up his glasses, revealing eyes that shone frighteningly bright behind the lenses.

Looking at the expressions on their faces, Shi Laogen cautiously asked:

"May I ask, esteemed guests, is the token you bear... the Nine Provinces Simultaneous Engraving Token?"

Master Xuanqing was the first to take off his token and place it on the table.

The wooden token had a faint luster and an antique cloud pattern.

"Is this the item you're referring to, sir?"

Shi Laogen leaned over for a look and his whole body trembled.

He stood up abruptly and bowed deeply to the token.

"That's it! It's the exact same pattern drawn by our ancestors!"

The old man looked up, his eyes red-rimmed, his voice choked with emotion.

"The legend that has been passed down for dozens of generations... has finally come true."

"Our Kyushu has finally received the people we've been waiting for."

The atmosphere in the main room suddenly became both heavy and intense.

The five people looked at the token on the table, each with their own thoughts.

They all knew that from the moment they stepped through that door, some things had completely changed.

At the core of the demiplane, Lin Ze stood in mid-air, looking at everything in the main room through Zero's perspective, a slight smile playing on his lips.

The first round of closed beta testing went well.

With the legend well-developed, the indigenous people's reaction was quite natural.

Now, let's see what changes these five people can bring to this world.