How long do I have to stay in this urn?
At this time, there was nothing Song Shuhang could do.
Apart from waiting silently … he could only pray.
"Senior White, Senior White Two, please bless me so that I can get out of here as soon as possible." Song Shuhang sincerely sent a prayer signal with his consciousness.
He didn't want to stay in this urn for a thousand or ten thousand years.
A thousand years was too long, and he could only seize the moment.
In the future, when he really became a big shot, he might consider going into seclusion for a hundred years, or even a thousand years. But he hadn't reached that level yet.
After praying, Song Shuhang began to fiddle around in the Sage's urn.
For example, he studied the 'bone of eternity'. Although he couldn't understand the structure of the bone of eternity, he could wrap his consciousness around it and carefully sense its surface structure.
When he was tired of studying it, he could study every corner of the urn and enjoy the scenery outside from different angles.
He began to discover a pattern.
In this world, the Sage's urn moved according to an orbit, just like a planet.
Similarly, the white horse, the virtuous net, and the big eyeball all had their own orbits.
Whenever the orbits of the two sides intersected, Song Shuhang could see the other side.
After the urn passed by the 'white horse' three more times, it encountered a new scenery.
It was a Bodhi tree, emitting a brilliant light.
Under the tree, there was a silver-white figure sitting cross-legged with only a towel around his waist.
But he wasn't chanting scriptures.
This silver-white figure was holding a bucket of strange dye in one hand, carefully brushing a layer of golden paint on his silver body.
He was very meticulous, with a row of brushes placed beside him from head to toe. Sometimes he used a big brush, sometimes he used a small brush … This was a man who had several brushes.
Song Shuhang looked at this man curiously.
What was the relationship between this man and the Will of the Heavens?
He now had some guesses about this' world '.
Apart from the Scholarly Sage's urn, the white horse, the big eyeball, and the Virtuous Net were all imprint projections.
Song Shuhang guessed that this was likely a 'mark' that was left behind in this world by the Wielder of the Will when they inherited the Will of the Heavens and became eternal.
These imprints circulated in the void over and over again, seemingly tireless.
The white horse was most likely the Seventh Wielder of the Will corresponding to Senior White Two.
The Virtuous Net should be the very lucky predecessor of Senior White who had inherited the Wielder's Will. It was very likely that she was the creator of the virtuous lamia's cultivation technique.
The large eyeball was most likely the Second Wielder of the Will, which was the predecessor of Wielder of the Will Striped Dragon.
In that case, which Heavenly Axiom did this silver-white figure correspond to?
One of the Fourth or Fifth Heavenly Dao?
Or … was it the prototype of Fatball's' liquid metal ball '?
[Wielder of the Will Liquid Metal Ball] seemed to be able to take human form, which was also the silvery-white color of this metal.
The more Song Shuhang thought about it, the more likely it seemed.
Thereupon, he hurriedly withdrew his consciousness and remained quiet.
After all, unlike the other Wielder of the Will, [Wielder of the Will Liquid Metal Ball] was still in office and hadn't retired yet. Perhaps its' mark projection 'was special?
At this time, the man with several brushes suddenly pulled open the towel around his waist.
"It's not easy to apply it here," the man said. He grabbed the small brush and pondered for a moment. "It's better to cut it off. It'll be easier to apply it when it's flat."
Song Shuhang was dumbfounded. "!!!"
"No, I can't cut it off. Although it can still grow, it won't be easy to explain to others if I cut it off. I can't say that I was cut off when I was fighting with someone, right? " After hesitating for a moment, the man with several brushes began to carefully brush his waist with the small brush.
"…" Song Shuhang.
"Yo, the urn of the Sage, we meet again." The man with several brushes suddenly waved his hand toward the urn of the Sage.
While waving, his hand suddenly froze.
Song Shuhang could sense that the man with several brushes had discovered him.
So awkward.
After the man stiffened for a moment, he suddenly quickly put away all his brushes. Then, he sat cross-legged under the Bodhi tree and put his palms together. "There is no Bodhi tree, and the mirror is not a platform. The Buddha's nature is always pure, and there is no dust! The heart is the Bodhi tree, and the body is the mirror. The mirror is pure, and there is no dust! "
"All things are like a dream, an illusion, a bubble, and a shadow, like dew, and like lightning. It should be like this. "
The aura of an eminent monk emanated from his body.
As he muttered, the man raised his eyes and looked at the urn of the Sage. He said to Song Shuhang's consciousness, "Benefactor, have you comprehended?"
"What the f * ck am I comprehending?" Song Shuhang wanted to refute this man with several brushes, but unfortunately, he was in a state of consciousness and could not speak.
"Benefactor, your comprehension is too low." The golden man shook his head and said, "Everything you saw just now was just a dream. It was just a bubble."
Song Shuhang: "…"
He could now confirm one thing, and that was that the form of this man's existence was also different from the other 'Wielder of the Will'.
He might have entered this world through other means, just like the Scholarly Sage.
Moreover, Song Shuhang found that he could communicate with this man with several brushes. With just a thought, the other party could read his thoughts.
Needless to say, this was the standard mind-reading technique of a big shot.
"No, it's not called mind-reading. It's called the Mind Reading Technique. "The man put his palms together and smiled benevolently." Benefactor, you can call me Master. "
"Master … can I ask you a question?" Song Shuhang asked.
He wanted to know if there was a way to get out of this space.
"Benefactor, please ask. Although you're not very talented, I … I'll explain it to you seriously." The Master of Gold smiled.
Song Shuhang was glad that he did not have a physical head. Otherwise, he would definitely have a headache.
After adjusting his state of mind, he asked, "Master, did you …"
"Love," the Master of Gold replied quickly.
Song Shuhang: "???"
"Is that wrong? Then don't ask?" the Master of Gold asked again.
Song Shuhang: "…"
"Still wrong? Then I'll save you, can swim, save you, can't answer this question, I'm busy today, don't have money, like savory tofu pudding, identity is a secret, age is also a secret, don't impart techniques, don't accept disciples … "
Song Shuhang: "…"
The Master of Gold smiled and continued, "Do you need me to explain anything else?"
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