Three miles from Wanling City, there lay a valley of crystal-clear streams and picturesque mountains.

Lord Lao Zi of the Great Monad requires a tranquil environment for alchemy, undisturbed by the bustle of the marketplace, so he chose to establish his dojo here.

Normally, only Taoist alchemists and their young apprentices lived here long-term. When Sun Wukong arrived early in the morning, he was greeted by the Star Official of Kui Wood.

"Why are you here, Star Official?"

Sun Wukong asked.

"I'm tending the fire here."

The Star Official of Kui Wood replied.

Lord Lao Zi had agreed to help him restore his mana, so he and the jade maidens were assisting here.

Under the guidance of the Star Official of Kui Wood, Sun Wukong was led to the alchemy room.

Lord Lao Zi was studying a dan recipe.

"An Immortal Artifact that transfers images, sounds, and characters?"

After listening to Sun Wukong's intentions, Lord Lao Zi could not help but laugh out loud: "Isn't this the Mysterious Light Mirror?"

He rummaged through the alchemy room and handed a small mirror to Sun Wukong.

"Do you see if this is what you're looking for?"

Sun Wukong took a look.

On the smooth mirror surface was a swath of inky color, with clouds and mist swirling around, yet reflecting no human figure.

"This mirror should be used in conjunction with several sub-mirrors."

Lord Lao Zi explained: "The main mirror can transmit images with the sub-mirrors, but the sub-mirrors cannot do so among themselves."

"That's enough."

Sun Wukong nodded: "How many sub-mirrors are there?"

"I can only refine six."

Lord Lao Zi said: "The materials for refining the Mysterious Light sub-mirrors are extremely rare, and not so easily obtained."

Sun Wukong felt a bit disappointed, but he still asked the Lord to proceed with refining the six sub-mirrors.

As it was still early, Sun Wukong left the dojo, planning to find time to meet with the Star Official of Angday.

However, outside the Sound Symbol Store, there was a sea of people, the craze unabated.

Sun Wukong glanced twice, feeling it was not the right time, and was about to turn away when he saw Lady Rakshasa in the crowd.

"Why has she come back?"

Sun Wukong sent a telepathic message inviting her over.

"Great King."

Lady Rakshasa left the line and greeted Sun Wukong with a bow.

Sun Wukong asked: "How's the adjustment of the Spiritual Network in the West Liang Woman Country?"

"It's done."

Lady Rakshasa answered: "The Spiritual Network will no longer change colors."

"That's good."

Sun Wukong nodded.

"Great King..."

Lady Rakshasa continued: "But I heard that Immortal Zhen Yuan intends to research a kind of luxurious transportation."

Sun Wukong's brow slightly furrowed.

He remembered the messages from Immortal Zhen Yuan these past days.

The Immortal always asked about colors and appearances; he had no idea how far along his work had progressed.

"I'll go take a look."

Sun Wukong immediately bid farewell to Lady Rakshasa and headed toward the air chariot workshop.

In order to research new transportation, Immortal Zhen Yuan had to master the technology of making air chariots, and his research workshop was located right next to the air chariot workshop.

When Sun Wukong walked in, he happened to see the demons laying down tracks on the ground.

"Junior brother."

Immortal Zhen Yuan came up to greet him.

"Great Saint."

The Plum Mountain Brothers also bowed and saluted.

"Immortal, have you made any breakthroughs in your research?"

Sun Wukong inquired.

"Not yet."

Immortal Zhen Yuan shook his head: "We must first solve the power problem, then work on actual production."

Sun Wukong immediately felt at ease; this was the correct order and approach.

"Why is the Fox King here too?"

Sun Wukong saw the millennial Fox King in the workshop.

He was laying tracks on the ground with the other demons and those young students, very focused.

"The Fox King is familiar with the technology of Yunxiao City and the Floating Ships."

Immortal Zhen Yuan said, "We want to integrate all the technologies."

"What are they laying out?"

Sun Wukong watched as the demons laid out the track, which was engraved with mysterious runes.

"What are these runes for?"

Sun Wukong asked.

"Propulsion."

Immortal Zhen Yuan replied, "That's a propulsion system."

He called over General Guo Shen, whose body was covered in runes.

"General, I entrust this to you."

"Alright, watch me!"

Confidently, General Guo Shen laid down at one end of the track.

Suddenly, the runes on the track started to flicker and light up, and the runes on General Guo Shen's body also shone, propelling him swiftly forward.

In the blink of an eye, General Guo Shen shot out from the track, breaking through the wall and flying out.

Immortal Zhen Yuan was astonished by this scene: "The force is still too strong."

The Plum Mountain Brothers nodded in agreement.

Sun Wukong remained silent for a moment: "Is this alright?"

"It's alright."

Immortal Zhen Yuan said, "This is a new method of propulsion we've discovered, using the interaction of two different runes to drive General Guo Shen forward."

"General Guo Shen has rich experience and can tell us about the detailed experience."

They already knew that this method of propulsion had two benefits: one was that it wouldn't explode, only derail.

The second was that the track could absorb Spiritual Power from the Spiritual Network on the ground, greatly reducing the consumption of Spiritual Power by the runes on General Guo Shen's body.

"Once this method of propulsion is perfected, it will be flawless."

Immortal Zhen Yuan stated.

Sun Wukong was somewhat astounded.

Laying tracks on the ground, moving along a fixed route, wasn't this a train as described in the Heavenly Book?

No... or perhaps more like a light rail or metro because its method of propulsion was different from that of a train.

Intrigued by this kind of track, Sun Wukong stayed in the workshop to watch their research.

At noon, during the break, Immortal Zhen Yuan gathered the youngsters and began to teach them Daoist Skills.

"The Immortal is actually teaching Daoist Skills proactively?"

Sun Wukong looked towards the Plum Mountain Brothers: "What's gotten into him?"

"He doesn't want to carry things."

While feeding medicine to General Guo Shen, the Plum Mountain Brothers replied.

Immortal Zhen Yuan was teaching the Shrinking Skill.

As long as the youngsters learned this, they could replace him in carrying out transportation work.

However, this Daoist Skill was quite profound, and even with Immortal Zhen Yuan's patient guidance, the youngsters still did not master it.

"Shrinking and Moving?"

Sun Wukong's heart suddenly stirred; shrinking was to make small, a kind of Transformation Technique, and transformation was the Spell he excelled at most.

An idea surged within him, and without a second thought, he extended his hand and silently recited a Spell.

Suddenly, a fierce wind erupted in front of Sun Wukong; stones in the workshop were swept up by the wind, rapidly shrinking and falling into Sun Wukong's palm.

Immortal Zhen Yuan turned back to see this scene and jumped in shock.

"Noble brother!"

He glared at Sun Wukong: "When did you stealthily learn my Sleeve Universe?"

"Is this Sleeve Universe?"

Sun Wukong was surprised; so Sleeve Universe was all about shrinking items and pulling them in?

The Spell seemed not too difficult; he could do it, just not with a sleeve that large.

"I'll take my leave for a moment."

Having made an unexpected discovery, Sun Wukong got up and left to ponder over it.

"Isn't it Sleeve Universe?"

Immortal Zhen Yuan looked on doubtfully, eyeing the retreating figure of Sun Wukong.

Soon after, a Sound Symbol next to him lit up.

"Immortal, the Great Saint has flown back to Wanling Hall!"

A voice came from the Sound Symbol.

Immortal Zhen Yuan was immediately energized and set the Sleeve Universe aside.

"Alright, take everything out."

With a clap of his hands, the demons immediately presented a variety of colorful wooden carvings.

"We can create the most splendid pieces!"

Immortal Zhen Yuan nodded contentedly, "Remember this, all of you. The Noble Brother doesn't understand art; he must not find out."

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