Dao Equaling the Heavens

In the Cultivation World, there are also 'Historical Records', but they primarily focus on sect records rather than directly documenting significant worldly events.

This is why Gu Wen wanted to create a New Calendar, to indirectly form a spiritual concept for the world and slightly weaken the independence of the sects.

The Sanqing Taoist Sect's historical records can be traced back thirty thousand years, to a time when the Human Race had just left Jianmu, and if the history of the Jianmu Human Race still exists, it would probably be even older.

The time for the rise of civilization in this world was very early, at least several tens of thousands of years earlier than the previous life.

However, the social structure has always remained fixed in a feudal society, never having changed.

Even with the efforts of my master, eight hundred years later, it remains an ancient agrarian society.

I originally thought it was because my master did not know how to reform.

Now it seems that my master was not ignorant, but the enormous mountain of cultivation obstructed the view of the small path of boiling water.

Society has always been developing, but it never developed for the needs of mortals.

Just like in a world of individual greatness, mortals are not absolutely necessary.

The saying that "Water can carry a boat or overturn it" no longer applies to the common people; this water should be the cultivator, the Heaven and Earth Laws, the Spiritual Energy that is the foundation of all Daoist skills.

"Venerable, as you described, just boiling the water can generate nine oxen power!"

The Supreme Elder of Qianlong Manor said while instantly boiling the boiler with Spiritual Fire, and the machine began to roar.

It was like a baby letting out its first cry.

He demonstrated the uses of all the machines one by one, and Gu Wen even saw a device that used Spirit Stone as fuel, emitting light like a fighter jet.

The Artifact Refining Master who created this was full of pride and said: "This could be used to create an Iron Bird, capable of traversing thousands of meters like a flying shuttle in an instant, consuming only three top-grade Spirit Stones."

"Venerable, don't look at his misleading toy like that; three pieces of top-grade Spirit Stones are enough for several rides on an Immortal Boat, better than my Iron Horse that doesn't need a track to operate."

"Without a track, it will just get stuck in the mud; my airship is the one truly usable by mortals. It only needs a small amount of Spirit Stone to maintain floating, leaving propulsion to the internal combustion engine."

A heated debate ensued among the many Artifact Refining Masters as they boasted about their achievements and praised Gu Wen's foresight.

But how much truth lies in their hearts, and how much is falsehood, is unknown.

Gu Wen took a tour and found a heap of things that seemed poised to surpass the technology of his previous life, but actually only the simplest steam engine constructs were usable.

Other things like internal combustion engines, airplane engines, and airships couldn't meet the requirements for mortal use.

Because in the Cultivation World, there is no oil.

Gu Wen didn't understand the other methods, so naturally, he couldn't guide these Artifact Refining Masters.

In this way, they were somewhat like Gu Wen studying the Heaven and Earth Laws, picking up scraps from others at a much faster pace.

Gu Wen brought out fifty thousand top-grade Spirit Stones and distributed them to everyone present according to merit, with the Supreme Elder of Qianlong Manor, who created the steam engine and internal combustion engine, taking half the Spirit Stones, arousing envy among the crowd.

"The next step is to enable mortals to produce such machines."

"Huh?"

The Supreme Elder of Qianlong Manor, who was just laughing so hard his mouth wouldn't close, was suddenly dumbfounded.

For him, making one was easy; using Artifact Refining methods to craft refined iron and control the shape with Divine Thought, it was done in an instant.

But to teach a mortal, how could he teach?

"We were once mortals too; as long as they are willing to learn, they can always learn. Remember not to complete it using spells."

Gu Wen patted him on the shoulder to show encouragement.

Supreme Elder of Qianlong had to brace himself and accept it.

After all, messing it up wouldn't lead to execution; if done well, he could gain more face in front of Yuqing Heavenly Venerate.

Then Gu Wen made some more requests. He didn't understand technology and industry, but as long as he had vague concepts, these people could always meet his needs.

This is the allure of power and control.

The crowd withdrew, and standing in the distance, Jun Yan immediately walked up, his voice somewhat anxious: "Where? Where is that old thing?"

Qi Ling, drenched in sweat, her eyes wide and filled with endless hatred, her fists slightly trembling from being clenched too tightly.

Understanding this look, Gu Wen could empathize, as he once had the same feelings towards Zhao Feng.

"Calm down; the person won't escape; I've left a bit for you."

Gu Wen soothed Jun Yan, and the latter still retained a bit of clarity in his eyes, his heavy breathing gradually calming as he forced himself to regain composure.

After a while, Jun Yan's voice returned to normal, saying: "How did you catch him?"

"I had someone track his location, then let the Immortal Sword elder handle it, and a few breaths later, he was brought here."

Gu Wen described it casually, making Jun Yan feel a bit unreal.

"That simple?"

"What were you expecting? He's not even an Immortal. Regardless of me, the Immortal Sword elder is one of the top strongmen of the era, even able to exchange a few moves with my master; killing him was no more than slaughtering a dog,"

Gu Wen waved his hand, and the head thrown into some corner flew out, landing directly in front of Jun Yan.

Blood and grime mixed together, making the face unrecognizable, but cultivators never judge by appearance.

Jun Yan would recognize the aura on it even if it turned to dust.

The old demon who once tormented him to the brink of death now had his six senses sealed like a dead dog, with no room for resistance.

Jun Yan stayed silent for a few breaths, suppressing all emotions, and his expression became extremely cold.