Big Data Cultivation

Hearing the old fisherman speak, someone couldn’t help but ask, "Then won’t the Zhechi star system face a second leap? Mind you, Feng Jun has returned for advancement."

"Even if he didn’t go into seclusion, he’s not everyone’s babysitter, is he?" Yi Jue couldn’t help but say a word. Fortunately, she was of a calm temperament and wasn’t interested in saying more, otherwise, who knows what more unpleasant things she might have said.

"Fairy Yi Jue, it’s inappropriate for you to say that," someone else spoke up; it was a True Immortal from the Yuangang Sect.

He spoke righteously, "Mountain Master Feng has enjoyed the convenience provided by our two sects, and he also introduced many people in. On important matters, his considerations are lacking, yet we can’t even say a word?"

What this True Immortal said was correct. Although Feng Jun is like a public transportation tool, a lot of exceptions were made for him by the two sects.

"Everyone, please don’t argue," Elder Kumu spoke up, "From what I see, Mountain Master Feng is definitely not an unreasonable person."

Immortal Cang Jing also cleared his throat, "I’m a bit curious now, how far is the Ciansi star system from the Zhechi star system?"

The crowd fell silent and all looked towards True Sage Diao Sou—Feng Jun had informed you when he left.

The old fisherman lightly coughed, "It’s hard to determine this because, cough cough... the soul search wasn’t particularly successful, and the star chart is vast."

"So, True Sage Luan Xiong estimates it’s at least tens of billions of miles away, but Feng Jun believes it could be trillions of miles away."

"Tens of billions of miles indeed seem a bit close," Elder Qing Ji spoke up.

She had some contact with the Federation’s knowledge and a certain understanding of this world, "As we’ve traveled along, it’s been about tens of billions of miles. This world is at least hundreds of trillions of miles wide. Beyond tens of billions would be the Insect Race’s lair... quite unreasonable!"

True Sage Diao Sou slowly nodded, "I think so too. The Insect Race’s lair wouldn’t be too close. If it were indeed so close, I would return immediately, and make sure to call upon the powerful figures in the sect to sweep through the insect nest!"

Of course, the powerful figures mentioned are Divine Spirit stage cultivators. Even though this world-spanning battle is significant, Xuanhuang Sect only sent out two Out-of-Body True Sages, but everyone knows, at least two True Sages from Xuanhuang are on their way back.

As for whether there are any Divine Spirit powerhouses still in seclusion in the Xuanhuang Sect, no one knows. It’s left to Diao Sou to say, but everyone knows that True Sage Shi Wei, who is as famous as Diao Sou and fought a draw with True Sage Shu Du from the Way of the Book six hundred years ago, is currently in seclusion within the sect.

In fact, the number of unrecalled True Sages from Xuanhuang is even greater because having heard it’s not too dangerous a world, they have little interest in returning—Xuanhuang isn’t in dire existential peril, so why come back?

This is the truest depiction of a cultivator. If it indeed concerns the continuation of the Taoist tradition, the number of Divine Spirit and even Body Integration stage returnees from the Seven Sects and Eighteen Paths would reach unimaginable numbers, but for ordinary battles... what’s the point of having disciples guard the sect?

Without experiencing storms, how can one see the rainbow? Powerhouses are not babysitters... having babysitters all the time isn’t conducive to growth either, is it?

So Diao Sou’s words are equivalent to patting his chest: Don’t worry, there are people in my sect to back us up.

"Every family has powerful figures, why disturb them?" A voice suddenly rang out, and it was Ren Tu True Sage who had returned. He coldly remarked, "Whether it’s jumping or transmission, both forcibly warp space, and distance means spiritual energy... energy."

"Even calculating at tens of billions of miles, how many spirit stones would it take to transmit once? Not to mention transmitting an army, so a second time is hard to come by."

"Is it appropriate for you to steal someone’s lines?" Diao Sou stared at him viciously, "Speaking as if you’re the only one who understands it."

Hearing these words, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed there was nothing wrong with the Zhechi star system.

Those positioned at the First Battlefield are the elites of the Seven Sects and Eighteen Paths, whereas the Second Battlefield has more of the less orthodox members, especially those from White Pebble Beach, most of whom are considered non-mainstream.

But since the elites at the frontlines are the First Battlefield ones, they would naturally be concerned about the Second Battlefield. Not to mention, just from the name, they seem related. If the Second Battlefield performs poorly, will the First Battlefield have a major face issue?

Moreover, cultivators aren’t completely independent of each other. Though the Second Battlefield is non-mainstream, more than half of the two sects’ disciples are from there. Those from White Pebble Beach aren’t necessarily all rootless, Xia Nichang is from the Jinwu Sect, and there are even true immortals from the Xuanhuang Sect from White Pebble Beach.

So everyone is quite concerned about the Second Battlefield—as long as its record doesn’t surpass the First Battlefield, they won’t lose enthusiasm.

In reality, the Zhechi star system also had outstanding achievements—it even destroyed six temples in succession. Though five temples were attacked by Ren Tu True Sage from the First Battlefield, Ren Tu himself... wasn’t he privately invited by Feng Jun?

However, these accolades are comments from outsiders, not insiders, because temples... can’t be considered a valid measurement unit.

The most compelling case would be the number of Nascent Souls killed, how many Golden Cores, and how many Out-of-life cultivators.

The First Battlefield counted the Nascent Souls killed by the hundreds, while the Second Battlefield counted them by tens. Can these be compared? They’re on different scales.

Just basic calculations alone allow everyone to analyze that the scale and severity of these two battles aren’t proportionate, so upon hearing that there’s no problem with the Zhechi star system, everyone’s feeling is: these juniors are not bad after all.

Yi Jue let out a sigh of relief, then used her divine sense to contact Elder Kumu, "Huo Liu hasn’t returned?"

"Huo Liu’s injuries..." Elder Kumu sighed, "Why don’t you return to Spirit Plant Dao first and ask about the situation?"

"Returning to Spirit Plant Dao will take at least three months, right?" Yi Jue was too familiar with the situation here. Initially, it took them and Feng Jun ten months to rush here. Even though some transmission arrays were built later, three months was the shortest time.

Elder Kumu remained silent because he felt that her current state seemed a bit abnormal.

He was an elder of Spirit Plant Dao and had a very clear understanding of Yi Jue: she was a true genius but also a recluse, and extremely willful. Most of the time, she was very cold to people, appearing unusually arrogant.

However, arrogance was not her defining trait. The key was that she hadn’t met someone worth caring about!

Once she encountered such a person, then it would be a different story.

Meanwhile, he also understood most of Feng Jun’s characteristics. Elder Kumu had to admit that this was the most impressive cultivator he had encountered in his cultivation journey or even heard of in history.

Now Yi Jue seemed to have removed her disguise, directly indicating that she cared about Feng Jun—in fact, she had never disguised herself, just that there was never someone worth caring about.

Elder Kumu could only say, "You don’t need to worry too much; he’s not as weak as you think. He might even be stronger than you."

Yi Jue seriously thought about it, then nodded, "Maybe you’re right."

As for the affairs in the world of the Insect Race, there’s no need to mention them further. After arranging everything, Feng Jun directly went into seclusion to advance.

In general, advancing from the Golden Core Fourth Layer to the Fifth Layer takes about eight to ten years in seclusion—don’t think this is a long time; it’s actually quite short. It’s just an advancement; if it was breaking through small realms, twenty years would be considered normal.

However, Feng Jun’s advancement was different; the Devouring Primordial Heaven Technique was too extraordinary. For him, three months was enough.

But this advancement speed had no absolute or inevitable nature. After all, the upper limit of the Devouring Primordial Heaven Technique was the Dustless Stage; how it would be in the Golden Core Stage, no one could say for sure.

Feng Jun used two months to advance to the Golden Core Fifth Layer, and this time his advancement was silent and without disturbance.

In previous instances, he couldn’t achieve this—advancing in the Golden Core Stage, how could it be that simple? Surely, the commotion was not small.

However, Feng Jun cultivated a technique of his own derivation; with the magic of the Stone Ring, the advancement maintained its previous efficiency. Simultaneously, he could casually omit some things. For instance, this time, he tried a method to conceal the advancement aura.

This method was actually a bit superfluous. Advancing is advancing; there’s no need to conceal it. Otherwise, why go into seclusion? But he thought if unexpectedly being sensed outside, wanting to rent a cave for advancement, then concealing the fluctuations during advancement was more important.

This was an idea that struck him. After all, shouldn’t the so-called perfection of a cultivation technique consider everything?

In the future, the forces of White Pebble Beach were destined to grow larger; disciples probably wouldn’t risk advancing outside. But in case the timing wasn’t perfect, having some related preparations was always good.

However, he never dreamed that because of his impulsive action, quite a few people escaped a calamity.

By the beginning of the third month of seclusion, Feng Jun had completely stabilized his realm. However, he wasn’t in a hurry to come out of seclusion. With so many people now at White Pebble Beach, he didn’t want to expose his advancement speed or let people catch the scent of the Heavenly Fragrance Fruit.

Of course, there was also the point that he wanted to take it easy—once he emerged, there would again be plenty of tasks awaiting.

But not having any tasks at all was impossible. Occasionally, in his seclusion cave, he would take some time to manifest certain technological data—no one could help him with this task, so it couldn’t be avoided.

Time passed quickly; one night, while he was manifesting the last piece of data in the cave, he suddenly frowned, "Senior, does something seem wrong somewhere?"

Recently, the big boss would occasionally chat with him, and they often engaged in banter, but their interactions were also enjoyable.

"I thought you hadn’t noticed," the big boss snorted lightly, "The spatial rules nearby have undergone subtle changes... It’s just that during the day, it was obscured by that bidirectional space door. Now there’s significant distortion in time and space."

Feng Jun wasn’t pleased after hearing this, "Senior, since you detected something unusual, why didn’t you inform me?"

The big boss laughed upon hearing this, "I discovered the anomaly with my own ability; why should I tell you? Do I owe you?"

"Don’t joke around, Senior," Feng Jun expressed, half-amused, half-helpless, "Our safety is tied together. If something happens to me, wouldn’t it affect you?"

The big boss finally grew serious, "I want to see what purpose this distorted time and space is meant to achieve."