[You have successfully possessed the body. Although you have forgotten many memories, you know you are not Jiang Wucai himself.]
[Fortunately, when you possessed the body, you inherited most of Jiang Wucai's memories.]
[Thus, you began a new life on the True Spirit Continent, in the Xuande Sect, under the identity of Jiang Wucai.]
[Every day, you complete sect tasks, raise chickens, and farm the land.]
[When you have time, you practice the low-grade techniques of the Xuande Sect.]
[Life is quite decent!]
In reality, Jiang Yifeng felt his brain was somewhat frozen.
This possession talent had actually taken him back three hundred million years.
Unbelievable!
And where is this True Spirit Continent?
Another place he had never heard of.
However, what he was most concerned about now was not these things.
He was wondering if he had really appeared three hundred million years ago.
If that were true.
Wouldn't he become a historical figure?
Would he cause changes in history because of his presence?
Or would history remain unchanged, but a new timeline would be created?
...
Forget it, it's already a fait accompli.
He couldn't change it even if he wanted to.
No point in overthinking!
Jiang Yifeng thought it would be best to restore his simulated self's memories.
If that didn't work, he should at least pass on the cultivation techniques to his simulated self, accelerating his cultivation and enhancing his strength.
Seeing his simulated self still practicing low-grade techniques, it was clear that he had forgotten all the cultivation methods.
So, Jiang Yifeng silently chanted.
"Start deep simulation for 100 years!"
Just now, he suddenly thought that to let his simulated self obtain cultivation techniques and spells, deep simulation was necessary.
Since that was the case, why not simulate for a longer period?
After all, if the simulator contained a memory-less version of himself, Jiang Yifeng wouldn't know what he would do!
A complete deep simulation would allow him to better control the situation.
Besides, he wasn't short on origin values.
[Ding, reminder to the host: Due to the extreme temporal distance, your soul power is insufficient to support a 100-year deep simulation.]
[If you insist, you will be unable to return to reality! Do you wish to continue?]
...
What? What is this?
Jiang Yifeng felt that the simulator was deliberately blocking his deep simulation.
How could his simulated self die and still traverse billions of years for possession and survive?
Not necessarily!
After all, this was a complete world with a complete Dao.
It wasn't like the world three hundred million years later, which had undergone numerous wars, where the Heavenly Dao was shattered, and the Dao was already quite weak!
Unfortunately, Jiang Yifeng's knowledge didn't allow him to think of this.
However, Jiang Yifeng didn't completely give up.
In the ten days of deep simulation.
He still tried his best to record the Devouring Spirit Art, War God Art, and how to cultivate into the Divine Dao; even the use of some active talents.
He left everything for his simulated self.
But time was really tight.
Jiang Yifeng could only record the essential techniques without any mistakes; the rest were roughly noted.
Of course, he didn't write about the Calamity Tribulation Body!
He decided to let things take their course.
After all, Jiang Yifeng worried that if his memory-less simulated self was a saintly figure, he might commit suicide!
Even if this simulation couldn't surpass his real-world cultivation.
Learning about things from three hundred million years ago would still be beneficial!
[Ding, deep simulation ended!]
In the blink of an eye, ten days passed, and Jiang Yifeng's consciousness returned to reality.
As soon as he returned, he felt a splitting headache.
It was as if his soul was being torn apart.
At this moment, he finally understood why the simulator didn't allow him to deep simulate for too long.
This deep simulation spanning three hundred million years was indeed different from previous experiences.
It was much more painful.
However, fortunately, his current strength was quite good.
He could still endure this painful feeling.
He gritted his teeth against the tearing sensation in his soul and looked at the developments in the simulation.
[You sit at your small wooden table, feeling a bit confused.]
[You remember feeding the chickens just now, so why are you suddenly back in your room?]
[And what are those thick books in your hands?]
["Huh?" Why is the ink still wet?]
[Curiously, you pick them up and start reading.]
[...]
[Several days later, you finish reading all the books.]
[While reading those books, you subconsciously used some talents.]
[For example, the Eye of Insight! It revealed a lot about the spirit chickens' origins.]
[You know they all come from the sect's spirit beast farm.]
[Only your favorite black spirit chicken shows a question mark!]