It was the same old saying.
If you don't seek death, you won't die. Why don't some people understand this principle?
Inner Demon Chixiao Sword believed that it wouldn't be too much even if Senior White took out Meteor Sword and plunged it into the grave, piercing a hole in Song Shuhang's primordial spirit!
"Don't worry." Senior White patted the tombstone and said softly, "After you die Shuhang, I'll sweep your grave every time I come out of secluded meditation. Looking at the time, it was almost time for Sword Monarch Liu Er's death. If you die within these few days, I can sweep your grave together with Sword Monarch Liu Er. At that time, you'll be inside the grave, and I'll be outside. I'll cut the grass on your grave. "
Sword Monarch Six Ear was a friend of Senior White's that she got to know before she went into secluded meditation. Several fellow daoists in the Nine Provinces Number One Group believed that he was a Sixth Stage True Monarch.
His strength was at the Sixth Stage True Monarch Realm.
Thirty years ago, when he was trying to break through to the Seventh Stage Venerable Realm, he was plagued by inner demons and turned into ashes amidst the flames of tribulation.
When Senior White came out of secluded meditation and heard from Huangshan that Sword Monarch Six Ear had failed to transcend his tribulation, she heaved a deep sigh.
"If you want to die, you have to hurry up and choose a good day." Senior White squatted down and gently patted the grave.
Under the tombstone, Song Shuhang shouted, "Don't! Senior White, don't say anymore!"
What if Senior White's words came true?
It was already the 27th of the month, and his current goal was to live until the end of the month.
"Fellow Daoist White, you don't have to worry about the death anniversary." Inner Demon Chixiao Sword smiled, and said, "I have a feeling that the next time you come out of secluded meditation, you'll sweep Song Shuhang's grave no matter which day it is. There are 365 days in a year, and every day is Song Shuhang's death anniversary. "
"Senpai Chixiao Sword, don't spout nonsense! I only have twelve months at most, and every month I will have a memorial day. It's too much to have my memorial day 365 days a year! "Song Shuhang retorted angrily.
Inner Demon Chixiao Sword: "…"
As a heart-wrenching demon, it somehow felt a little pity for Song Shuhang at this moment.
There were 365 days, and every day was a day of sacrifice. Since it sounded like a joke, it wasn't too shocking.
However, what Shuhang himself said, 'there will be a memorial day every month for twelve months' was close to the truth.
The truth was often more painful than a joke.
The stone tablet was speechless.
What had Little Friend Song experienced before he got to know it?
What kind of past and experience did one have to go through to make a person admit the sad possibility of having a memorial day every month?
"Now that you mention it, I can't do it anymore." Senior White didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She patted the sand off the grave and said, "Still not coming out? Do you really want to stay in there for New Year's? "
"I'll be out in a minute." Song Shuhang chuckled.
This time, his primordial spirit first lifted the sand and then came out of it. 'Every time I come out of the grave, I have to do it in a different way.
A boring life needs to be changed from the details to make it more interesting. '
After his primordial spirit came out, Song Shuhang grabbed Senpai Chixiao Sword and hung it behind his waist. He then reached out to pick up Stone Tablet Fellow and pulled it out of the ground.
"Pfft, sweeping tombs, keeping up with the times, meow!" Senpai Chixiao Sword could not help but laugh when it saw the line of words at the bottom of the stone tablet.
The stone tablet shook slightly and shrunk rapidly.
In the blink of an eye, it shrunk to the size of a palm and landed next to Senior White, abandoning Little Friend Song.
"Hmm?" Senior White reached out to catch the stone tablet's artifact spirit.
Song Shuhang explained, "This is Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet. It's the work of Wielder of the Will Senior White."
Stone Tablet Fellow added, "I'm now called Ba Song's Tombstone."
"Pfft ~ Good name." Inner Demon Chixiao Sword could not help but laugh.
Song Shuhang was speechless.
"I see." Senior White nodded slightly. It turned out to be Wielder White's work. No wonder I felt a sense of familiarity when I touched the stone tablet.
"This is my main world's Senior White, and she's different from Wielder Senior White." Song Shuhang introduced Senior White to the stone tablet so that it wouldn't confuse Senior White with Wielder White.
The stone tablet shook slightly and seemed to be 'sizing up' Senior White.
Sure enough, she was different from the 'master' in its memory, and the difference between her and Netherworld Black and White was also very obvious.
"Speaking of which, Senior White, what is this place?" Song Shuhang asked — he guessed that this was probably the secret left by 'Wielder White' and the place that was being suppressed by the stone tablet. It might even be Senior White's hometown.
"This might be my hometown," Senior White replied.
However, Senior White was not sure.
Apart from this familiar boundless desert, he could not find anyone or anything.
"Stone Tablet Fellow, do you have any information about this world?" Song Shuhang looked at the stone tablet in Senior White's hand.
Back then, Wielder White let the stone tablet continue to guard this place and suppress this world. Therefore, it should have some understanding of this world.
"It seems that my mission is going to be completed today," the stone tablet said emotionally.
This world that had been suppressed by it had always been in a 'closed' state — even without its suppression, no one could enter this world.
Today, it opened on its own.
In other words, the mission that Wielder of the Will White assigned to it was about to be completed.
"My master once mentioned to me that this world is an 'independent and self-distorted' world. It's truly self-distorted, and it is not restricted or affected in terms of space or time, "the stone tablet said slowly." To be precise, it does not belong to this world. "
Song Shuhang's eyes lit up.
He remembered the information he had obtained after using the 'secret appraisal technique' to appraise Senior White.
[For this world, White is a very special existence. He is unique, and the root of his existence is different. Try to find White's hometown to obtain more information.]
The clues matched up.
This place was most likely Senior White's hometown.
In that case … it was time to obtain more information, right?
Song Shuhang's primordial spirit squatted down and forcefully slapped the desert with its right palm. "Take my secret appraisal technique!"
The secret appraisal technique was activated.
Song Shuhang's primordial spirit began to tremble. The price of pain was directly acting on it.
It was a long-lost pain.
Recently, whenever he used the 'secret appraisal technique', the price he had to pay was only some small wounds. They did not even qualify for Song Shuhang to feel any 'pain'.
This time, the price he paid was that Song Shuhang's phone went into vibration mode.
As his body continued to vibrate, half of his primordial spirit slowly sank into the sand.
The stone tablet was speechless.
Whether it was the 'Saber-Nurturing Technique', the 'Godly Weapon Appraisal', or the 'secret appraisal technique' that Song Shuhang was currently using, none of them seemed normal. They seemed like evil arts.
The result of the appraisal soon appeared in Song Shuhang's mind.
[The sand from five billion years ago. Each grain of sand contains the taste of time and an ancient aura. If you look closely, you'll find that they contain an indescribable charm.]
F * ck you!
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