Chapter 33: Chapter 32: A Transmigrator’s Letter (Extended Chapter) (Part 2)
Right.
Speaking of novels, I wonder if I Eat Tomatoes’ new book has been released yet.
"Stellar Transformations" was really good, I heard the new one is called "Coiling Dragon"?
I don’t know what kind of story it tells, but I have faith in this author. Maybe he’ll become a supreme god in the world of online novels alongside Blood Red someday.
Sorry, I digressed, I digressed.
On the first day we, this group of people, arrived in this world, we were attacked by monsters.
Seven out of twenty-eight died on the spot, and two more died from infected wounds while on the run.
Thus we fled for a long time until one day we finally reached a town. Relying on Teacher Cheng’s wife’s golden bracelet, we exchanged it for some money and had a rare good meal.
Those were truly tough times...
Fortunately, there were some talented individuals among us transmigrators.
With the skills of Master Huang Ming, a retired worker from Anshan Steel, we barely started a small alchemy workshop. Later, we also developed cement and distilled liquor, and after a few years, we finally gained a foothold.
Later on, we transferred the technique of distilling liquor to a cultivation clan.
From their hands, we obtained a few introductory cultivation techniques and began trying to engage in cultivation.
The cultivation realms in this world from low to high are Qi Cultivation, Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul, and Divinity Transformation, with each realm divided into one to nine layers. Beyond that, we don’t know.
The monster realms are divided into the most ordinary rankless and then correspond one-to-one with cultivators in multiple stages.
It was also by sheer luck that only I, Teacher Cheng, and two others out of the nineteen of us stepped into the door of Qi Cultivation. All the others failed—until much later we learned that cultivation requires a Spiritual Root.
Then came more than ten years of the long road of cultivation.
During this time, Master Huang, Dr. Li, and others passed away one after another, and my comrade Qian Yuandong was also killed by a monster attack. Teacher Cheng, due to an accident, could only reach the Qi Cultivation Ninth Layer for life.
As for me, I happened to step into the Foundation Establishment Stage and married Xiaolin, one of the transmigrators, and even had descendants.
Another seven or eight years passed, and Teacher Cheng’s wife also passed away, leaving fewer than ten of us alive.
We, the few survivors, discussed and ultimately decided that I should lead and establish a city in this vast land.
The name of the city is called Chixian.
...
The first half of the letter ends here.
Having read the first half of the letter, Elder Wang felt a heavy heart.
This is a survival story of ordinary people, with a strong sense of melancholy between the lines.
In a sense, they are a group of lost citizens...
Elder Wang sighed and continued to read:
Chixian City, this name was unanimously approved by all of us.
Because Chixian and the Nine Provinces...
That is our root.
I once heard the youngest among us, Xiaozheng, say more than once.
Never thought much of Huaxia before transmigrating, but only when we found ourselves in a chaotic world did we realize how precious peace and prosperity are.
What a pity...
In this lifetime, we’re probably never going back.
After Chixian City was built, we assimilated a large number of refugees, and the city quickly developed.
At the same time, my cultivation level also deepened continuously.
With breakthroughs in my realm, I gradually began to learn some ’truths’ about this world.
First is the geography of this world.
This world is called the Damo Realm.
According to the astronomy enthusiast among our group of transmigrators.
This world is a ’three-star system,’ meaning it has three stars, it seems.
But strangely, this world doesn’t seem to be spherical. According to that astronomy enthusiast, Damo Realm’s gravity is lower than Earth’s, indicating that Damo Realm’s mass is smaller than Earth’s.
Yet as far as I know, Damo Realm is vast in size and should theoretically exceed Earth’s area. Moreover, the day-night interval in this world is about seven days (we measured it with watches).
I, being a non-professional, cannot explain this phenomenon, so I can only record it and relay it to you.
However, the length of a ’year’ in the Damo Realm is similar to that on Earth, with Damo having a bit over fifty days a year.
I don’t know if the flow of time in the two worlds is the same.
In any case, let me leave you with a timeframe. When we transmigrated, it was Damo Calendar year 4396, and now it’s Damo Calendar year 4463.
If anyone ends up seeing this letter.
Could you do me a favor and ask my descendants what era it is now, and how tall is the grass on my grave?
I’m no astronomer; that’s all the information I can provide on astronomy and geography.
Next, I want to talk about something very important.
And that is... the spiritual energy in this world is dissipating!
It is rumored that thousands of years ago, monsters were not native to the Damo Realm.
During a mysterious event, the monster domain where the beasts resided collided with the Damo Realm, which is when monster invasions began.
At that time, great power cultivators built a ’Demon Rampart’ at the junction of both worlds to ward off great demons from entering.
But at some point, the spiritual energy in the Damo Realm began to disappear suddenly, and the same for the monster domain.
After thousands of years, both worlds have weakened significantly.
The strongest combatants seen in either world aren’t even surpassing Nascent Soul.
Meanwhile, the Demon Rampart has gradually shown vulnerabilities, and occasionally temporary pathways connect to certain places in the Damo Realm.
Whenever these passages appear, large beast tides from the monster domain descend on the Damo Realm, wreak havoc, and then return to the monster domain before the passage dissipates.
Chixian City underwent several beast wave impacts following its completion.
Teacher Cheng was seriously injured in one of these waves and passed away less than three months after returning.
In his final days, he put all his effort into writing several language textbooks, which I’ve stored in the ice chest at the ancestral hall as a family legacy.
At present, my cultivation has reached Foundation Establishment Ninth Layer, and in a few days, I intend to break into the Core Formation realm.
In today’s environment where spiritual energy is becoming increasingly rare, attempting Core Formation is truly a hurdle; failure means death and dispersal of the soul.
Oh, there’s one thing I forgot to mention.
About a hundred miles or so west of Chixian City, there’s a small Spirit Stone Mine, but without a Core Formation Realm cultivator on guard, mining it is no different than a three-year-old child carrying gold through a market.
Therefore, I’ve left a jade slip in the ancestral hall; if I fail to break the realm, later generations should only open it upon reaching Core Formation.
If any fellow compatriot sees this letter and at the same time, none of my descendants have reached the Core Formation realm, then that Spirit Stone Mine is yours for the taking.
Lastly, I ask you one more thing.
Although I’m not overly optimistic about you becoming one of those legendary ultimate great powers, if you ever have the slightest chance to return to Huaxia, please help pass on something at an appropriate time.
The item is at the very bottom of the ancestral hall; it’s two sheets of paper.
It’s my little personal wish.
Although my abilities are limited, I feel that as a soldier of Huaxia, no matter if in a different world or not, we should do something, to some extent.
I am a border warrior, so building a city to guard the frontier in this other world also seems reasonable and justified, right?
This land deed is a territorial agreement we signed with the Feng Family of Celestial Overpass City after deciding to build the city.
I’m naturally the signatory of the land deed.
Moreover, underneath the land deed is a transfer agreement, signed with all the transmigrators’ fingerprints, and backed by a Heavenly Dao oath:
We hereby transfer all effective territories within the scope of this land deed utterly to the Huaxia Republic.
Alright, that’s all to be said; I need to cross the tribulation now.
Wait
No, no.
If this is my last word in the world, it shouldn’t end like this, without any ceremony.
Let me add this last sentence.
If there is a next life, may I enter China once more.
Respectfully, Wei Siming.