At the peak of a perpetually snow-covered mountain, a beam of light, resembling an aurora, flashed across the sky, briefly illuminating the dark weather as if it were under a spotlight.
At the summit, a white-haired elder looked down the mountain, his gaze quickly locking onto a small wooden cabin below.
He leaped towards the cabin, descending thousands of meters without harm, making only a slight sound akin to a pine cone hitting the ground.
"Welcome back, Master Yun!"
A young man of about seventeen or eighteen from the cabin saw the commotion and, after a moment of surprise, went outside. Upon seeing the white-haired elder at the door, he respectfully stood outside, cupping his hands in greeting.
The young man, named Yang Song, curiously examined the elder's appearance again. Although Master Yun was over 120 years old, he lacked the age spots or wrinkled skin typical of the elderly, exuding an aura of an otherworldly sage.
According to his great-grandfather's description, this Master Yun was an enlightened being, which explained everything.
"And you are?" Yun Mo scrutinized the young man.
"Master Yun, I am Yang Likai's great-grandson! My name is Yang Song!" Yang Song introduced himself.
Yun Mo nodded.
Seventy years ago, in the early 1950s, Yun Mo had begun his seclusion. Yang Likai was the mountain caretaker back then. Considering how an ordinary mortal like Yang Likai could have lived through these seventy years was indeed remarkable.
"Seventy to eighty years have passed; I wonder how the world is now?"
"Alas! I failed to make a breakthrough in this retreat, and my path of cultivation has come to an end!"
"Let's see if my descendants are still in the Demon Capital!"
Indeed, Yun Mo was the world's only Golden Core stage master. Yet, even with his extraordinary talent, due to the scarcity of spiritual energy, he could advance no further.
Having abandoned the mundane world for cultivation, now that his cultivation path was cut off, he needed to find his descendants.
Yang Song then invited Yun Mo into the cabin, serving him tea and snacks.
"Younger one, what is this?" Yun Mo asked, pointing at a computer.
"Master Yun, this is a computer! It can communicate with the entire world!" Knowing Yun Mo's situation, Yang Song explained in detail.
"A computer? Communicate with the entire world?" Yun Mo was dumbfounded.
During the Republic era, wasn't such a thing called a telephone? But this was not a telephone.
Could it communicate without speaking?
"And it doesn't require a phone number; it can connect with the vast population on the internet!" Yang Song added.
"Interesting. Could you teach me how to use it?" Yun Mo asked.
"Master Yun, it might be a bit complex to teach you the computer directly. How about starting with a basic mobile phone, then a smartphone, and finally learning the computer?" Yang Song suggested.
Yun Mo, not understanding, remained silent.
Yang Song retrieved an old phone he used to use. "Master Yun, this has a QQ account, one I used a long time ago. You can try it out! There are many groups where you can chat with people. As for typing, you can use a dictionary; I will explain pinyin in detail!"
After a night of learning, Yun Mo had a preliminary grasp of chatting online, though he typed slowly.
Time flew by.
A month passed.
Yang Song initially thought Yun Mo would soon leave the foot of the snowy mountain, but the elder seemed to have become fascinated with online chatting and stayed longer.
Today, the elder planned to return to his old home in the Demon Capital to see if he could find any descendants and meet a netizen he had been chatting with online for a month.
After parting ways with Yang Song, Yun Mo left some gold and silver treasures for him. Then, using his flying technique, he leaped across thousands of miles.