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The grandfather and grandson both enjoyed the drink in their cups, and in their back-and-forth, they managed to consume more than half of Zuo Dao's "Drunken Immortal Brew."
The "Drunken Immortal Brew" was already rare, with Zuo Dao himself having only a few jars. Yet, despite this scarcity, these two alcoholics managed to drink a total of eleven jars, which truly pained him.
Fortunately, the grandfather and grandson knew they couldn't drink for free. During the meal, they shared quite a bit of information about the Celestial Realm, which was very helpful for Zuo Dao at that moment.
Additionally, Zhao Yanwu's culinary skills were impressive; she turned a few seemingly ordinary dishes into flavorful delights.
This was also due to the regional differences. In the Celestial Realm, the Celestial Aura was abundant, and even the flowers and plants thrived under the constant nourishment of celestial energy, appearing extraordinary. Environment shapes reality. The Great Star Domain and the Celestial Realm were entirely different tiers.
During the meal, Zuo Dao learned the old man's name—Zhao Kuangyi. This wasn't particularly mysterious to Zuo Dao, but with Zhao Kuangyin and Zhao Wang's appearance, he couldn't help but take this elder seriously.
"You really don't need to think too much about it. I'm just an old man living for my granddaughter, now only wanting to find her a good husband. Everything else is just fleeting thoughts to me," Zhao Kuangyi seemed to understand Zuo Dao's concerns as he sipped his drink.
"Grandpa, why bother with him? What can a country bumpkin know?" Zhao Yanwu had a completely different attitude.
"Stupid girl, how can you speak like that to your future husband?" Zhao Kuangyi tapped Zhao Yanwu with his chopsticks.
At this point, Zuo Dao realized that his identity had been seen through. In truth, anyone paying attention could easily notice the difference between him and those from the Celestial Realm.
It was in the aura.
Zuo Dao exuded a strong earthly presence. He didn't know how others in the Celestial Realm were, but from the grandfather and grandson before him, he sensed an ethereal quality.
"Miss Zhao Yanwu is indeed from the countryside. I just came up from the lower realm and am fortunate to meet both of you. If I say anything inappropriate, please bear with me," Zuo Dao spoke honestly and sincerely.
Hearing Zuo Dao's candid admission, the old man couldn't help but glance at him again.
"Brother, you’re quite lucky, aren’t you? We must be the only two people you've met since you arrived," the elder remarked.
"Grandpa, what do you mean 'only two'? You're just one of them," Zhao Yanwu retorted, perhaps fueled by the effects of alcohol, launching into a new round of teasing the old man.
"Zhao Ye, why are you like this?" Zuo Dao asked, somewhat puzzled.
"Since you called me Zhao Ye, I'll tell you. It's fortunate that you met us, and even more fortunate that it was in Zhao Wang Village. If it had been anywhere else, you'd probably be a corpse by now," the elder said bluntly without any hesitation.
After hearing this, Zuo Dao realized just how deep the waters of the Celestial Realm were—so deep that he couldn't even begin to fathom it.
Not one to shy away from asking questions, Zuo Dao didn’t care about losing face. When it came to life or pride, the choice was obvious.
One asked while the other answered, and with occasional interruptions from the third party, their meal turned out to be quite enjoyable.
As the meal concluded, Zuo Dao gained a preliminary understanding of this entirely new world.
The White-Haired Elder, Zhao Kuangyi, used drunkenness as an excuse to wander off to who knows where. Before leaving, he casually took a jar of Drunken Immortal Brew from Zuo Dao. It was easy to guess what he was up to.
At this point, Zhao Yanwu’s face was flushed from drinking; his eyes were glazed over as he randomly assigned Zuo Dao a resting room before disappearing without a trace.
According to their previous arrangements, Zuo Dao planned to find someone on the road to clarify the general situation of the Celestial Realm. They would then release the Heterodox individuals in batches so they could each blend into this vast world.
However, after hearing the elder's words, Zuo Dao immediately scrapped that plan. The Celestial Realm was dangerous—very dangerous. And that danger primarily targeted people like them who had come from the lower realms.
The divisions within the Celestial Realm were actually quite simple: the Five Continents and Four Seas encompassed the entire territory of the Celestial Realm, with distances measured in hundreds of millions. The nine major regions spanned countless miles; even those born in the Celestial Realm might never step outside their own area in their lifetime.
Soldiers, generals, lords, kings, and emperors—this was how levels were classified in this world. However, Zhao Elder told him that being at the king level was already at the pinnacle here; emperors might exist but encountering one required immense fortune.
As for why it is dangerous for people from the lower realm to ascend, it is because it specifically targets a certain type, much like those who "sneak in" like Zuo Dao.
The Celestial Realm has passages connecting to the lower realm, but those passages are controlled by powerful figures. Anyone who ascends through improper means will be ruthlessly exterminated by them.
This is monopolization.
The principle that the strong rule in the world of Red Fruit is vividly manifested here, and others are powerless to oppose it.
In an era without Imperial Level figures, the king is the only one.
Zhao Kuangyi's identity is also quite mysterious, as is Zhao Wang Village. What great mystery lies within a village named after Zhao Wang? Zuo Dao currently has no desire to delve into it, yet it seems he has already stepped into this circle.
He would not be foolish enough to believe that Zhao Kuangyi would truly take him as a son-in-law; all of this is merely to provide some pale explanations for certain matters.
The area where Zhao Wang Village is located is called the Eastern Victory Continent, and Zhao Wang Village itself is just an insignificant village on this continent. Moreover, it is one of the most basic units of settlement.
A thousand villages make a town, a hundred towns make a city, ten cities make a prefecture; the entire Eastern Victory Continent consists of eleven prefectures, which together form a vast Eastern Victory Continent.
Regarding other continents, the elder was reluctant to elaborate. In his words, the more Zuo Dao knows, the greater the pressure he will face. It’s better to focus on doing well in the present and wait until he has a foundation before exploring the outside world.
Even so, Zuo Dao felt an overwhelming pressure approaching. Although many things were unclear, he could imagine just how vast this world truly was.
In terms of his own strength within the Celestial Realm, he really did not stand out; thrown in there, he would probably not even create a ripple.
The nights in the Celestial Realm have their own characteristics; three moons hang high in the sky, each emitting a milky white glow that soothes the earth. It was such a contrast to Earth as he remembered it—if only two moons were removed.
Zuo Dao did not go to rest; instead, he lay on the rooftop, contemplating the path he would take in the future. Though there was confusion, his goal remained clear.
However, the most important thing at the moment was how to clear his name and make use of the power he held. Both required time and opportunity.
The grandfather and grandson of the Zhao Family bore no ill will towards him, which was already a rarity for Zuo Dao. After all, in the Celestial Realm, killing someone like him, an "illegal resident," would earn a substantial reward.
Even Zhao Yanwu smiled during the gathering, thinking that once he became poor, he could sell Zuo Dao off.
As for how people from the Celestial Realm could distinguish between "legal entry" and "illegal entry," the elder of the Zhao Family explained it to them.
Every person who descended from the lower realms through legitimate channels would have one chance to undergo the baptism of the Celestial Pool. After this baptism, they would gain recognition from the Great Celestial Domain and become part of it.
In contrast, those like Zuo Dao, who had rushed up directly, never had the opportunity to approach the Celestial Pool, let alone undergo baptism.
Zhao Elder could immediately tell Zuo Dao's identity due to his disconnection with the Celestial Realm. It was a kind of rejection, a lack of recognition.
No wonder Zuo Dao felt something was off when he first set foot in the Great Celestial Domain; he initially thought it was just due to "not adapting." Now he realized it was entirely because he had not received recognition from the Great Celestial Domain.
The key to solving this problem lay in the Celestial Pool. However, the Celestial Pool only existed in Great Cities and Counties; towns and villages were simply not qualified. This left Zuo Dao deeply troubled.
The vastness of the Celestial Realm exceeded his imagination. If it were just him alone, he might have a chance to infiltrate, but that opportunity was slim. If that were the case, it completely contradicted Zuo Dao's nature; he could not allow those people to remain trapped on Wangfeng Platform for life, let alone those on Northern Crossing Star.
After a sleepless night filled with fruitless ideas, Zuo Dao still did not feel discouraged.
At that moment, a massive red sun slowly rose, illuminating the land. From afar, it resembled a view of Earth up close.
Zhao Yanwu yawned as she pushed open the door and immediately spotted Zuo Dao on the rooftop. She opened her mouth and said, "Hey you! You weren't up there spying on me all night, were you?"
Staring at him with a suspicious gaze, Zuo Dao was just about to greet them when he nearly tumbled off the balcony.
"I knew you had no good intentions. You poured so much wine down my throat last night. Now confess, did you sneak into my room?" Zhao Yanwu glared at him with her big eyes, leaving Zuo Dao utterly speechless.
"What's all this fuss early in the morning? Can't I get some peace and quiet?" At that moment, Zhao Elder appeared between the two, holding a wine jar.
"Well, Grandpa, you’ve been sneaking drinks again. Just wait until I tell Grandma!" Zhao Kuangyi's arrival shifted Zhao Yanwu's focus, allowing Zuo Dao to take a deep breath and quietly slip away while she wasn’t paying attention.
Before long, while Zuo Dao was lost in thought in a corner, he saw Zhao Elder walking toward him alone; that eccentric beauty was nowhere to be seen.
"Up all night, and what were you thinking about?" Zhao Kuangyi chuckled. "You didn't really go and peek at that girl, did you?"
"Old man, stop making fun of me. If only I had," Zuo Dao replied with a bitter smile; neither of these two seemed to be serious.
"Hahaha! So you really were considering it!" Zhao Elder laughed heartily, giving him a thumbs-up that spoke volumes.
"Who exactly are you?" Zuo Dao suddenly asked, his tone turning serious.
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