He cut vines and wove them into fences, made the simplest farming tools with wood and stone, and carried water from the lakeshore bucket by bucket to irrigate.
Work at sunrise, rest at sunset.
While his distant compatriots were building magnificent cities with new technology in the "Land of Dreams," he was turning over the fragrant soil with a hoe.
When the residents of the Floating City enjoyed Spirit Plant and Spirit Food, he was chewing on the unripe grains he had grown.
Besides the calluses accumulated from holding the sword for years, Cang Xuan's palm now bore many new scratches.
Life had entirely regressed to an almost primitive state, forming a temporal rift with the dazzling, rapidly advancing Dream Weaving Civilization.
Occasionally, Cang Xuan would wipe the dusty trophies and old photos in the martial arts school in the afternoons.
