Starting with the frog, he has ruled for eternity.

Chapter 39 Caw! There have never been immortals in this world before!?

"In the 342nd year of the Daqian era, the emperor died in Changle Palace, and the crown prince succeeded to the throne, changing the era name to Yong'an."

"In the third year of Yong'an, a severe drought struck the north, leaving the land parched and barren, causing great hardship for the people, and leading to uprisings by displaced people..."

"In the fifth year of Yong'an, the rebellion was quelled..."

Splash, splash.

The sound of pages turning was exceptionally clear in the quiet room.

Nan Nan squatted to the side, watching the dark green frog act like an old scholar, one paw pressing on the corner of the book, the other paw rapidly scratching at the pages, its eyes focused and sharp.

"Um... Great Sage?" Nan Nan asked softly, "Did you... really understand it?"

"Quack! You don't understand, this is a book of quack magic, quantum speed reading!!" Fang Yuan replied perfunctorily.

Frogs have exceptional dynamic vision, but very poor static vision. For Fang Yuan, if he reads slowly, he can't see clearly, but he can see much more clearly when reading at such a high speed.

Moreover, having read a large number of online novels in his previous life, he has an instinct to quickly extract key information from text.

Can……

Fang Yuan didn't even look up, and turned the page again with some irritation.

But as he read on, Fang Yuan's eyes gradually narrowed, revealing a human-like look of doubt.

Not right.

It's not right.

This book, "Chronicle of the Great Qian Dynasty," records nearly five hundred years of history on this land, detailing the daily lives of every emperor, every flood and drought disaster, and even every peasant uprising.

but……

There are no ghosts.

There are no demons.

There is not a single record of supernatural powers!

When the book describes famine, it simply refers to natural disasters; when it describes plague, it simply refers to disease; and when it describes murder, it simply refers to bandits and soldiers.

Is this even possible?!

How is this possible?!

Lu Ye just disappeared for good?! That Lu Ye who knocked on the door and came in the middle of the night, he doesn't exist?!

How could that be!

Fang Yuan slammed the book shut with a loud "snap".

He looked up and gazed out the window.

Just a few days ago, he personally experienced the strangeness of the pond in Lujiacheng, and witnessed the unseen Lu Ye knocking on the door and leaving behind a blood jade that could increase [Daoist Rhyme].

He's even using the Daoist energy transformed from the blood jade left behind by the other party to improve his reading...

Reality is clearly absurd, terrifying, and bizarre.

But this book... is as clean as a blank sheet of paper?

Was the historian blind? Or... has the world been whitewashing itself for the past few centuries?

"Croak..."

Fang Yuan exhaled a breath of stale air and kicked the thick chronicle aside.

Garbage! It's all waste paper!

If you believe what's in this book, you might die without even knowing how you died!

"What's wrong, Little Frog?" Nan Nan asked, startled by the book that had been kicked away. "Is...is it recalling the pain of being trapped under the Five Fingers Mountain?"

Quack?

Fang Yuan's lips twitched, ignoring the little girl's wild imagination.

He turned around, his gaze settling on the few remaining books in the pile. If he dared not write official histories, what about unofficial histories? Local chronicles?

What about Gouzi Literature?

Come out and help!

Fang Yuan stretched out his claws and pulled out a book with a yellowed cover that looked quite old: "The Record of Demons and Monsters: Fragment".

If you don't read mainstream history, these miscellaneous books that specialize in recording strange and unusual events must contain some useful information, right?

This is called "The Record of Demons and Monsters: Fragments", so there must be some demons and monsters in it!

Fang Yuan patiently flipped through the pages again.

This time, he looked at it more slowly and more carefully.

Initially, the records were still some boring folk tales, such as foxes repaying kindness and scholars encountering beautiful ghosts. They were obviously the product of the imagination of down-on-their-luck literati and had no reference value whatsoever.

Anyway, Fang Yuan has never seen a beautiful ghost, nor has he found a way to transform into human form other than his cheat system!

until……

Fang Yuan turned to the second half of the book.

The paper here is noticeably older, and the handwriting has become somewhat illegible.

The time span is approximately two to three hundred years ago.

"At the end of the previous dynasty, a fog arose from a great swamp. Those who entered the fog were certain to die. Later, when the fog dissipated, the villages and towns remained, but all the chickens and dogs were gone, leaving only clothes and hats on the ground..."

Fang Yuan's pupils suddenly contracted.

This description is exactly the same as what happened to Lu Jiacheng!

He continued reading, his claws unconsciously tightening, almost tearing the pages apart.

"...People call it 'Lingyin Temple'. If you encounter Lingyin Temple, you must not look at it, listen to it, or speak of it; the best course of action is to avoid it."

"Furthermore, when black winds pass through the northern lands, people and animals that touch them turn into pus and blood, leaving only white bones. This is called the work of 'demons and ghosts'."

Lingyin Temple... Demons and ghosts...

Fang Yuan has finally been found!

Such records already existed in this world two or three hundred years ago!

In fact, the situation was even worse back then than it is now!

but……

Fang Yuan eagerly continued flipping through the pages, trying to find a solution.

Since there are monsters, there should be ways to deal with them, right?

Since there are demons and ghosts, shouldn't there also be immortals? Taoist priests? High monks? Or at least, peerless knights who can fly over rooftops and wield swords with unparalleled skill?

Fang Yuan quickly flipped through the pages, hoping to see words like "Swordsmen of Shu Mountain slaying demons and monsters" or "Celestial Masters of Longhu Mountain suppressing evil spirits."

Even if it's just "a passing Taoist priest who gave me a talisman and water to dispel the evil spirits," that would be fine!

however……

No.

There was nothing there.

It's empty...

It's as if this kind of thing has never been resolved.

The book's accounts of those bizarre events are like records of natural disasters.

It's like summarizing countless disasters with just six words: "Great famine, people eating each other."

Disasters are often described in a brief description of one or two lines.

There was no further description...

As the pages of the book came to an end, Fang Yuan's heart sank to the bottom.

All the records, as long as they involve spirits and demons, have only one ending—extinction or escape.

The book doesn't describe what happened to the people involved.

Just as history books don't use much detail to describe how those who survived the famine years by eating each other lived after the disaster of "great famine and people eating each other" had passed.

Nobody cares.

Or perhaps, it implies that the reader knows what kind of life will follow.

Humanity has only one way to deal with these strange occurrences: ...leave it to fate.

There are no fantasy/martial arts sects.

There is no savior.

Even highly skilled martial arts masters have never appeared in records at this level. It seems that ordinary martial arts are utterly powerless against these things.

This is not a fantasy world at all...

This isn't even a normal fantasy world.

quack...

In this world, apart from the so-called internal energy that can make people slightly stronger, it seems that humanity has not developed any technological tree to deal with the "strange"!

and many more.

Since there are no immortals or Taoist priests...

Where does one's own "Daoist essence" come from?

What's the story behind that piece of blood jade?

If humans are truly powerless to resist, then what about the blood jade left behind by Master Lu?

How did he know he needed the Blood Jade?

thinking……

But after a short while, Fang Yuan suddenly raised his head and looked at Nan Nan, who was looking at him with admiration and waiting for "The Monkey King" to give his thoughts on the book.

Is there no way forward?

Is there no way to cultivate immortality?

quack!

A ruthless glint flashed in Fang Yuan's eyes.

Since there are no Taoist priests, no immortals, and no saviors.

That frog... I'll practice it myself!

He refused to believe that with the cheat code at his disposal, he couldn't possibly forge his own path to eternal dominance!

quack!

Little did they know that there's always a way out!

"Little Frog...have you finished reading?" Nan Nan cautiously nudged Fang Yuan. "What does the book say? Does it say how to find your golden cudgel?"

Fang Yuan closed the book and shook his head deeply.

"Quack."

"It's not in the book~ quack."

"Well..." Nan Nan was a little dejected. She thought that Little Frog would be able to find the Golden Cudgel soon and turn back into the Great Sage Equal to Heaven!

"Croak! No need to worry! I have a way!" Fang Yuan took a deep breath.

Now he understands what kind of world this is!

So...

It's time to add some more!

quack!

Feng Lingyueying! Revise this into a Great Celestial Immortal Technique for me!

Rush!

[Taoist Rhyme] → 2.04

[Mountain-Shaking Force (Third Level)] → [Mountain-Shaking Force (Seventh Level)]!