But the humans on the three continents were not as diverse as those on Earth. All the inhabitants of the three continents were of the same skin color—if described in Earth’s terms, they would be the yellow race represented by the descendants of Yan and Huang, the Chinese people. It seemed that this planet was entirely ruled by the yellow race. And all those things William Brooks had imagined about another world—demon clans, beastmen, magic, and so on—simply did not exist.

On the Tianxing Continent, there was not just the Chengtian Kingdom; there were as many as seven or eight countries of various sizes. The nations had not escaped the fate of scheming against each other and waging wars year after year. However, the power among the countries was more or less balanced and evenly distributed, so every nation watched each other like tigers, waiting for an opportunity to make a move.

What troubled and amazed William Brooks the most was the culture of this planet, which was basically the same as that of Earth. Here, they also revered Laozi, Confucius, Mencius, Han Feizi... and all the spoken language was Chinese, which seemed to be the universal language of the planet...

Martial arts also existed on this planet, but compared to the situation on Earth where sects flourished, the state of martial arts here could only be described as utterly miserable. Almost all martial artists practiced only external techniques, and sects or individuals who could cultivate internal energy techniques were extremely rare.

The wars here were still the same old cold weapon warfare. William Brooks secretly compared this planet to Earth and found that its current state was roughly equivalent to the Sui and Tang dynasties on Earth, still in a time of extreme poverty in both technology and culture.

William Brooks sighed inwardly. With the knowledge he possessed, he could probably become a super prophet on this planet. My God, how am I supposed to keep a low profile? Almost every word that slips out of my mouth would become a golden rule. Moreover, there were no computers, no internet, not even television, and no media organizations of any kind. The most infuriating thing was that there wasn’t even a low-level medium like a newspaper! Not to mention my favorite fantasy and martial arts novels and so on...

Damn! After William Brooks finished understanding all this, his first reaction was that two big words floated up in his mind! How am I supposed to live like this! William Brooks was filled with grief and indignation.

After visiting the old man’s study once, William Brooks completely gave up hope. The spacious study was filled almost entirely with general history books that could be used as aids for hypnosis... The only exception was a book called "Biography of the Great Emperor of Tianxing," which was basically a pile of sycophantic praise that could make one nauseous for three days just by reading it... Yet Grandpa enjoyed it every day, holding the book in one hand and stroking his beard with the other, posing like Guan Yu reading the Spring and Autumn Annals at night, reading with great interest and gusto! From time to time, he would even recite passages in a hoarse, yet rhythmically modulated voice...

And Old Mr. Brooks's favorite thing to do was to hold his grandson in one arm and the biography in the other, under the pretense of giving his grandson a cultural education. Ever since the first "cultural education," William Brooks had completely lost all affection for this grandfather. That feeling was even worse than when, in his previous life, William Brooks was crippled and then beaten senseless in a garbage dump... If he had a choice, William Brooks would rather sit on a tiger bench and be force-fed chili water than endure the torment of Old Mr. Brooks's cultural education!

Damn it! That feeling could only be barely described as "super terrifying"... Even the Buddha himself, with his unparalleled composure, would absolutely not be able to stand it! So, in utter helplessness, William Brooks was forced to dig out from his memory a mental hypnosis technique and began to practice it with the utmost diligence, as if hanging from a beam and stabbing his thigh with an awl. He didn’t expect it to be useful in the future—he just wanted to hypnotize himself whenever Old Mr. Brooks started his cultural education...

Thus, from then on, every time Old Mr. Brooks held William Brooks and recited with great pleasure, it was also the time for William Brooks to hypnotize himself—the effect was excellent!

William Brooks fell silent. He was now completely pessimistic and disappointed with this world, having lost all confidence...

If it weren’t for the fact that he was unwilling to give up such a rare opportunity to be reborn with his memories, William Brooks would probably have already starved himself or sought a way to end it all...

In the course of a year, William Brooks's only gain was that, with the help of innate qi, his Jinglong Divine Art had crossed the first threshold.

Don’t underestimate just entering the first level. You have to know, William Brooks's first level of Jinglong Divine Art was built entirely on a foundation of innate qi! This was a unique legend in martial arts! It meant that William Brooks would never face the usual difficulties of martial artists in opening acupoints and clearing meridians. As long as he cultivated step by step, the true qi he gained would automatically transform into innate true qi within his body.

If the meridians of ordinary martial artists were like a winding, obstacle-filled stream, then the meridians in William Brooks's body were already a surging, unobstructed Yangtze River! There was simply no comparison between the two! The gap between William Brooks's starting point and that of ordinary martial artists was as vast as the difference between a beggar born in a slum and a prince born into the imperial family and made crown prince at birth.