Zhou Yan, having grown accustomed to the atmosphere of the Cultivation world, still felt somewhat out of place upon suddenly returning to a world permeated with the flavor of technology.
Even though he possessed the memories and body of his previous life, he truly couldn't adapt.
He couldn't adapt to the atmosphere here, the way of life, nor the strange attire.
This place should have been a Holy Land of Cultivation, yet now it was inundated with the thick atmosphere of technology, filled with a clamorous essence.
People had forsaken the cultivation and development of their own bodies and had wholly thrown themselves into external things, relying on technology to replace the evolution of the body. On the surface, this appeared to be progress of the era, but external things were ultimately external, not one's own strength, and could never last.
