I have a city in another world

Clues in Chapter 6990's Notes
Looking at his cultivation notes, Tang Zhen couldn't help but let his mind wander.

The owner of this notebook is probably long gone, but his thoughts and life can still be gleaned from the words.

He's a genius, but perhaps he was born at the wrong time.

Throughout the myriad realms, there has never been a shortage of exceptionally talented individuals. Heroes and valiant figures are as numerous as carp crossing a river or as countless as stars in the sky, too many to count.

Although there are many geniuses, it does not mean that everyone will achieve something. Most cultivators will not be able to reach the other side for various reasons.

Some are trapped by a lack of resources, possessing talent but unable to find cultivation manuals; others are thwarted by the growth of inner demons, failing at the crucial juncture of breaking through realms; still others perish in the infighting among their fellow practitioners, their bones buried in the wilderness in the struggle for opportunities.

Those who make it to the end are extremely rare, requiring not only skill but also luck.

This luck is the ancient inheritance encountered by chance in dire straits, the help of benefactors who stepped forward in times of crisis, and the sliver of hope that survived countless life-or-death trials.

Looking at his life, it was mostly full of ups and downs, truly a remarkable and extraordinary life.

Those who rise from adversity and break through obstacles are often celebrated by countless cultivators.

When Tang Zhen was young, he read many travelogues and books left by cultivators. Some of the stories recorded in them still amaze him to this day.

Those who left a deep impression were four cultivators from different realms.

Their lives are as rich and complex as strong liquor, filled with both the blood, tears, and struggles on the path of cultivation, as well as the brilliance and glory at the peak. Every experience tells the true meaning of the four words "the great path is extremely difficult".

For example, there is a genius in the True Spirit Realm named Li Tianfeng, a grandmaster known as the number one array master in ten thousand years, whose contemporaries could not rival him.

Li Tianfeng's origins are that of an insignificant "array slave" in the True Spirit Realm.

In the True Spirit Realm, array formations are revered. Large array mansions control over 90% of the array formation resources within the realm, while array slaves are the lowest level of these mansions, spending their entire lives repetitively working in the array pattern inscription area, without even having the right to come into contact with complete array diagrams.

Li Tianfeng had worked in the secret room of the array mansion since childhood. His fingertips were covered with fine wounds all year round. Blood mixed with array ink dried between his fingers and formed layer after layer of hard scabs.

When he was seven years old, he accidentally discovered a broken piece of ancient array jade while cleaning up abandoned array plates. Inside, there were still several sets of broken runes.

That one glance made him completely fascinated by the Dao of Arrays.

However, the array slave did not have the right to learn the way of arrays. He could only secretly copy the remaining patterns on the array jade in the dead of night, and draw them on the stone wall with blackened charcoal. After he finished drawing, he had to erase them to avoid being discovered and punished.

At the age of thirteen, the True Spirit Realm suffered the "Disaster of the Void Mist". The extraterrestrial void mist eroded the realm, and the defensive arrays set up by the major array halls collapsed one after another. Only the small array hall where Li Tianfeng was located managed to withstand the first wave of impact from the void mist because he secretly modified the three rune arrays of the array eye.

This incident made him famous, transforming him from a formation slave into a disciple of the Formation Palace, but it also attracted the jealousy of many cultivators.

At the age of sixteen, he was plotted against by the descendants of high-ranking officials. While repairing the damaged magic array, someone deliberately activated the array, intending to take the opportunity to kill him.

Li Tianfeng was lucky to escape, but he fell into a coma for two years and seven months.

No one knew that while he was in a coma, he continued to cultivate the art of array formations, and it was as if he were divinely aided.

Upon waking, he inscribed the array runes into his body and mind, using his skin and flesh as paper and his blood and essence as ink, to forge a powerful set of supernatural spells.

At the age of 190, he set up the "Nine Heavens Star River Array," using nine stars from the True Spirit Realm as the array's core, to completely seal away the calamity of the Void Mist.

When he was over three hundred years old, his book "The Remnant Explanation of the Dao of Arrays" was published, breaking the Array Palace's monopoly on knowledge and allowing countless low-level cultivators to come into contact with the Dao of Arrays.

After advancing to the ninth rank, he gradually disappeared without a trace, presumably having perished or been reincarnated.

The second cultivator was a master alchemist from the Crimson Flame Realm named Fang Jiu Kui.

Fang Jiu Kui was born with a flawed fire spirit root, making him unable to activate the earth fire of the Crimson Flame Realm. While others used earth fire to refine pills, he could only use the most primitive firewood, resulting in pills that were mostly dull in color and weak in efficacy.

Cultivators often joked with him, saying that he was "not refining pills, but firewood ash," and that he was simply wasting his time and energy.

At the age of thirty-eight, the pills he had failed to refine filled three alchemy rooms, nearly exhausting all his wealth.

Despite being penniless, Fang Jiu Kui did not give up. Instead, he personally went into the mountains to collect herbs and escaped death several times.

A year later, he finally refined his first batch of pills. Although it was only the lowest grade, the cost was only one-tenth of that of the normal refining method.

For many years, we have persevered and made every effort to reduce costs, all for the benefit of more low-level cultivators.

They attempted to make everyone like a dragon, with elixirs to aid their cultivation, so that humanity could fight against the oppression and slaughter of other races.

Unfortunately, in a certain year, Fang Jiu Kui's city was attacked by alien races. He participated in the defense of the city and was severely injured and died from a rain of fire falling from the sky. Although Fang Jiu Kui perished, his spirit lives on, and the legacy he left behind has benefited countless cultivators.

There was also a cultivator, known as the number one Martial Saint of the Extreme Martial Continent.

In the Extreme Martial Continent, martial prowess reigns supreme. The strong can shatter mountains and split rocks, while the weak are left to be slaughtered.

Lin Chaoyang's childhood was equally miserable.

He was the last survivor of a defeated tribe and was used as a slave by the victors. He had to undergo ten hours of intense training every day, and would be whipped if he slacked off even slightly.

Because of his naturally weak physique, he performed very poorly in training and was therefore frequently punished.

At the age of fifteen, he accidentally fell off a cliff during training, but luckily survived with only minor injuries.

There was no food at the bottom of the cliff, so he could only eat wild fruits and drink mountain spring water, and eventually escaped to the border alive.

From then on, he lived a life of hardship, struggling to survive in dire circumstances, and by chance, he attained enlightenment.

From then on, it soared to great heights, and there was no stopping it.

At the age of thirty-five, he participated in the martial arts competition of the Extreme Martial Continent. He fought his way through the competition and finally had a decisive battle with the successor of the Martial Saint at that time.

In this battle, he defeated the successor of the Martial Saint and became famous throughout the world.

He then traveled the world, punishing evil and promoting good, constantly honing his martial arts skills.

Sixty years later, he defeated the contemporary Martial Saint atop a snow-capped mountain, and for the next three hundred years, he roamed the world unchallenged.

And then there's World of Warcraft, where the strongest warrior, Badain Jaran, is also a true legend.

World of Warcraft is one of the most chaotic realms in the universe, where monsters roam freely, tribes stand in great numbers, and the law of the jungle prevails.

Badain Jaran is an anomaly, born unable to communicate with demonic beasts or form contracts with them to enhance its strength.

The tribe's shaman said he was "abandoned by the beast god," and drove him out of the tribe, leaving him to fend for himself in the perilous "black forest."

Twelve-year-old Badain Jaran could only survive in the Black Forest by picking wild fruits and dodging monsters.

Everyone thought that the boy abandoned by the Beast God would die within a year at most, but the result was beyond everyone's expectations.

Badain Jaran lived among wolves. Since he didn't have the ability to contract monsters, he learned hunting skills from the wolves.

He used wooden sticks and stones as weapons to hone his skills in battles against monsters.

By the time he turned eighteen, he was already able to fight the armored bear alone, a terrifying beast that even the warriors of the tribe feared.

The Scourge has invaded World of Warcraft, infecting countless monsters and plunging the world into an extinction crisis.

At this moment, Badain Jaran emerged from the forest and began hunting various mutated monsters.

His strength grew stronger and stronger, and he gained more and more followers. He experienced more than 1,300 battles, large and small, and won every single one of them. He was known as the invincible war god.

Finally, in front of the spatial rift, they successfully killed the invading lich demon god, eliminated the opponent's eight demon generals, and completely sealed and destroyed the spatial rift.

The records in the book are just a few words, but the life of a hero is magnificent and cannot be described in just a few lines of text.

People often say that heroes should not be judged by success or failure.

But if we don't judge heroes by success or failure, what do we use to judge them? After all, history is written by the victors.

Fortunately, the historical records and biographies of the cultivation world are not controlled by the powerful and wealthy; cultivators only record what they want to record.

It is precisely for this reason that the travelogues and classics of the cultivation world are authentic and allow readers to understand the true history.

The last part of the diary in his hand really intrigued Tang Zhen.

The owner of this diary wanted to obtain a divine relic and create the ultimate mechanical puppet.

The most crucial point is that the divine treasure is actually located within this secret realm.