Time Travel To The Future

[QUEST COMPLEATED]

[REWARD: TEAR OF A TIME ANGEL]

A veil appeared in his hand. This notification woke him up from his sleep, this was the next morning after the fight and the discovery of a new cultivation technique.

He knew about the reward from completing the previously given quest but wasn't expecting it to come during his sleep, still a little dazzled from his sleep he whispered.

"inspect"

[TEAR OF A TIME ANGLE: SENDS THE USER INTO RANDOM TIME AND LOCATION IN THE FUTURE FOR 10 HOURS]

[TIME REMAINING UNTIL UNUSABLE: 5 HOURS]

"Holy f**king shit, what is this shit? so OP" he shouted.

'Better hurry up and prepare to use this, I ain't gonna waste this opportunity to go to the future he thought getting up and preparing himself.

"Craft," he said ripping the blanket off himself and jumping out of the bed, wanting to look up the new craftable recipes.

[ARROW+FLINT: WHITE SHIRT]

[CLAY+ MEAT: PAGE OF ENLIGHTENMENT]

[CHAOS SWORD+ BILLION YEARS DOVE+ DRAGON'S SKULL: HEAVENLY ASCENSION RIGHT]

[PILLOW+SUGAR: SWORD AURA SHARPENING STONE]

[DEVIL CULTIVATION TECHNIQUE+ WOODEN TIRE: GOLD COINS]

"First onto the simple things," he said picking up all the money he had.

Making his way to the market he saw many people whispering to each other and looking in his direction. Many people also made their way toward him, introducing themselves and asking about the newly discovered cultivating phenomena. The thing that surprised him the most was seeing two sect guards making their way towards him, reaching him they spoke.

"We would like to talk to you" they commanded asking him to follow them.

Making their way towards a less crowded area they spoke.

The commanding voice of the sect's upper echelons echoed through the gathering, delivering a solemn decree to the assembled disciples. With an authoritative presence and the unmistakable resonance of elemental Qi, they conveyed the gravity of their message.

"The cultivation technique you and some other disciples performed yesterday is being tested by the sect's upper echelons," they declared, their words carrying an air of finality. "We have ordered not to spread it any further until further instructed to. Ignoring this order will result in punishment. Do you understand?"

The weight of their words hung heavy in the air, leaving no room for doubt or hesitation. Each disciple was keenly aware of the consequences of defying the directive laid out before them.

With the solemn pronouncement delivered, the figures turned and departed,

Frank's encounter with the sect's upper echelons had left him shaken to his core. He had never been one to defy authority, and the prospect of facing repercussions for spreading the forbidden cultivation technique filled him with dread. Determined to avoid trouble at all costs, he resolved to adhere to the directive issued by the sect's leadership.

Pumping himself up with a sense of resolve, Frank returned to the market, where disciples began to approach him with inquiries about the forbidden cultivation technique. With a sinking feeling in his chest, he politely excused himself from each conversation, offering random excuses as a pretext for his abrupt departure.

As the forbidden cultivation technique became the talk of the town, it sparked a fervor among the outer sect disciples, many of whom hailed from impoverished, non-cultivating families. For these individuals, the prospect of obtaining a cultivation technique for free held immense appeal, as it offered a rare opportunity to advance their skills without the need for costly contributions.

In contrast, disciples from affluent and cultivating families already possessed a wealth of manuals and resources passed down through generations. For them, the forbidden technique held less significance, as they had access to a plethora of cultivation methods and magic manuals.

Intent on maintaining a low profile, Frank focused solely on his business in the market. He diligently procured all the items required for a craftable recipe, discreetly concealing his identity behind a face mask to avoid drawing attention to himself. Despite the temptation of a potential reward for completing sect missions, Frank chose not to collect it, mindful of the fact that he had only fulfilled one out of the five missions he had undertaken. By exercising caution and discretion, he sought to navigate the delicate balance between secrecy and survival in the ever-changing landscape of the sect.

After buying everything he required to craft today's items, he returned to his residence. Everything crafted he inspected them all accordingly.

[White shirt: Nothing special, just a white shirt]

[PAGE OF ENLIGHTENMENT: After reading this some of the something about the user will be upgraded]

[SWORD AURA SHARPENING STONE: Any sword sharpened with this will produce a sword aura on infusing body Qi into]

As Frank delved into the page of enlightenment, absorbing its teachings with a fervent focus, he felt a profound sense of enlightenment wash over him. With each word read and understood, a newfound clarity and insight permeated his being, empowering him with a deeper understanding of the martial arts techniques he had previously mastered.

With this newfound enlightenment, Frank sensed a surge of energy coursing through him, fueling his determination to enhance the 9 Continuous Fist Technique even further. Ideas and insights flooded his mind, revealing new avenues for refining and strengthening the technique, imbuing it with a ferocity and power previously unattainable.

Moreover, the page of enlightenment also shed light on the cultivation phenomenon he had experienced alongside his fellow disciples in the demonic rat hunting ground. Through this newfound understanding, Frank realized the significance of their collective practice and the potential it held for further exploration and refinement.

As Frank reflected on the makeshift cultivation phenomenon they had previously practiced, he couldn't help but marvel at how it had evolved into a more refined and stable cultivation technique. His newfound insights had not only enhanced its profundity but also revealed the potential dangers they had narrowly avoided.

With a sense of gratitude tinged with amusement, Frank realized the precariousness of their situation. The excess mana in the surroundings, left unclaimed by any individual, had served as a volatile reservoir of elemental energy. Had anyone in the crowd activated magic techniques that ignited fire, water, earth, or air mana, the consequences could have been catastrophic—resulting in explosions, drownings, burials, or severe injuries.

The realization of how close they had come to disaster left Frank both humbled and relieved. It underscored the importance of caution and mindfulness in their cultivation practices, reminding him of the inherent risks involved in harnessing the forces of nature.

Despite the gravity of the situation, Frank couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of their predicament. Lying back on his bed, he allowed himself a moment of levity, basking in the tranquility of the present moment as he savored the lessons learned from their near miss.

he packed the [BUDDIST WAR CULTIVATION TECHNIQUE], [9 CONTINUOUS FIST TECHNIQUE], [ELEMENTAL BEAST EGG], and all the money he had into a bag and took out the tear of the time angle. He hoped he could get rid of these techniques in hopes of getting something better or usable for him instead.

As Frank drank the liquid from the veil, he felt a strange sensation wash over him, as if he were being pulled through space and time. In an instant, he vanished from his location, leaving behind no trace of his presence.

Opening his eyes, he found himself standing in the midst of an unfamiliar alley, flanked by towering buildings that reached up towards the sky. Stepping out into the open, he beheld a breathtaking sight unlike anything he had ever seen before.

Before him stretched a cityscape that seemed to leap out of the pages of a science fiction novel. Futuristic buildings pierced the skyline, while sleek flying cars zipped through the air with effortless grace. Massive structures loomed overhead, suspended in the sky like colossal works of art.

For Frank, a native of Earth, the sight was both exhilarating and overwhelming. While tall buildings were nothing new to him, the technological marvels and otherworldly landscapes that surrounded him were beyond anything he could have imagined.

Despite the initial shock, a sense of wonder and curiosity washed over Frank, filling him with a newfound excitement for the adventures that lay ahead.

He had made plans for what to do once he was in the future. As part of the plan, first, make contact with someone, second, locate a shop and sell his techniques to acquire money to buy something else, and third seek out information.

Making his way towards the most crowded area, he looked around at all the people walking, they weren't any different from humans back in the past, meaning that this wasn't that far into the future since they didn't evolve at all.

Walking up to someone who looked like they won't be offended if he asked for information. Coughing to attract his attention he asked.

"Sir, may I know where I can find the largest store in the area?"

Looking at Frank the man was surprised, seeing someone wearing a mask in the city wasn't normal, thinking for a while he replied.

"That tallest building, that's the auction house" he said pointing at a building.

Thanking him Frank left and headed towards the building, he ran towards the building enjoying the scenery. It took quite a while, this city was simply enormous, and it almost seemed like billions of people lived here. The entrance of the building was very luxurious, with many people walking in and out. His heartbeat quickened thinking of all the possibilities of what could happen, imprisonment or being killed, and much more.

Solidifying his resolve he took his first steps towards the building.