According to the books, my Mother Earth is only 4.6 billion years old, and this sand is even older than the Earth recorded in the books!
Song Shuhang sighed inwardly.
As his realm increased, his mastery of the secret appraisal technique also became stronger. If he accidentally pressed his hand on Earth and activated the secret appraisal technique, it would no longer bring about the end of his life.
However, he paid a huge price to appraise the sand from five billion years ago … Wasn't this just adding insult to injury?
It would be better to just fail the appraisal.
"Is there any hidden information that hasn't been fed back?" Song Shuhang's primordial spirit maintained the movement of the secret appraisal technique.
After a while …
Inner demon Chixiao Sword asked, "What's the result of the appraisal?"
Song Shuhang raised his head and said with a serious expression, "Yes, I got a very old piece of information."
"Tell me about it." Senior White was curious. He cared a lot about this place that he suspected was his hometown.
"According to the information I got, the sand in this desert has a history of five billion years," Song Shuhang said in a deep voice while holding his chin.
Senior White: "…"
Inner demon Chixiao Sword took the opportunity to suggest to Senior White, "This Shuhang is useless. Why don't we bury him? Fellow Daoist Bai, you can use me to stab him. I can make sure that the wound is smooth and beautiful, and it will bring him the most pain. "
"You can't blame me for that, right? This is the information that the secret appraisal technique produced. I was in so much pain that I turned on the vibration mode. "As Song Shuhang's primordial spirit spoke, its body was still vibrating at a small angle.
Since it was only a primordial spirit, there was no wound on its body … However, the price of the wound would definitely be borne by the 'main body'.
Of course, there was a small chance that the injury would be borne by 'Reiki' or a similar incarnation.
In the past, his first Reiki was in so much pain that he begged the main body to comfort him.
"However, apart from the age, there's actually something else." The vibration of Song Shuhang's primordial spirit slowly stopped. After getting used to this degree of pain, he said seriously, "Apart from the five billion years of history, the sand is also very charming."
"What the hell?" The hilt of Inner Demon's Chixiao Sword was slightly straightened, "staring" at Song Shuhang. It was said that when you were single for a long time, you would find anything attractive. Now that Song Shuhang had been single for a long time, he found the desert charming?
"It's the feedback from the secret appraisal technique." Song Shuhang squatted down again, picked up the sand, and observed it carefully.
The fine sand, with a comfortable temperature, leaked through the gaps between his fingers.
Song Shuhang raised his hands and spread them apart.
The golden sand scattered in the wind. Every grain of sand seemed to be cast from gold and had its own light effect, pleasing to the eye. Sure enough, it was just as he had guessed. The sand in the desert had the same charm attribute as Senior White, but this charm was scattered throughout the desert, so it wasn't as overbearing as Senior White's charm.
Inner Demon Chixiao Sword said, "Damn it … Have I been single for too long?"
When the sand scattered, it also felt that the sand was very charming. It really wanted to stay in the desert and accompany the sand for the rest of its life.
Later, it would look for its master, Daoist Priest Scarlet Heaven, whom it had almost forgotten, to have a heart-to-heart talk. It would also ask Scarlet Heaven if there was a sword spirit in the universe that was suitable to be its other half.
At this moment, the stone tablet suddenly spoke in a deep tone, as if it was reciting a poem.
Senior White also squatted down. He first tossed the pillar-shaped spirit vein into the air and used his telekinesis to support it. Then, he inserted his fingers into the sand, scooped up the sand, and let it flow between his fingers.
When the fine sand fell from Senior White's fingers … everyone could feel the world trembling slightly.
However, this was not a physical tremor.
It was like an hourglass that was turned over, and the sand fell back down again.
The originally stagnant world began to flow and operate again.
The world came to life once again.
The sun rose slowly. Under the sunlight, the entire desert emitted a dazzling light.
Song Shuhang, Chixiao Sword, and the stone tablet shifted their attention to the place where the sun rose.
Thud!
At this moment, the sound of something heavy falling stopped behind them.
Song Shuhang turned his head around and saw that the pillar-shaped 'spirit vein' that Senior White had dug out earlier had crashed to the ground.
"Senior White?" Song Shuhang was stunned.
Senior White disappeared again.
Beneath the pillar-shaped spirit vein, only a magical robe was left where Senior White had been standing. It was none other than Senior White's ever-changing magical robe.
"She disappeared?" The stone tablet was also stunned.
It was floating next to Senior White a moment ago, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Song Shuhang furrowed his brows. He stepped forward and put Senior White's pillar-shaped spirit vein into his magical bracelet. Then, he picked up the robe.
"Can you sense Fellow Daoist White's aura?" Inner Demon Chixiao Sword asked.
"Everywhere," the stone tablet replied. The entire world was filled with the aura of 'White', and it was impossible to lock onto his location through his aura.
Song Shuhang put the robe into his magical bracelet. If True Monarch White Crane was here, it would have put the robe on itself, right?
"This desert is Senior White," Song Shuhang said calmly.
Song Shuhang had several versions of the identity of 'White'.
The spirit 'Little White' was born in the desert.
In order to protect 'White' that was about to disappear, the young man in green robes refined the desert and formed a new version of 'White'.
Even the white horse in the hands of the young man in green robes looked very mysterious.
The disappearance of Senior White was obviously related to this desert.
"Let's go and take a look at the depths of the desert." Song Shuhang extended his hand and held the shrunken Stone Tablet Fellow. He hung Senior Chixiao Sword on his waist and strode toward the place where the sun was rising.
"Where are we going?" Inner Demon Chixiao Sword asked.
Song Shuhang shook his head. "I don't know. We should be going to the place we want to go."
Inner Demon Chixiao Sword asked, "Is your hipster disease acting up again?"
"What does this have to do with hipster disease?" Song Shuhang did not know whether to laugh or cry. "I'm just following my intuition and following the guidance of my 'heart' to go where I want to go."
The stone tablet looked at Song Shuhang again.
At this time, Song Shuhang unexpectedly gave people a reliable feeling.
Apart from the sun in the sky, there was nothing in the desert that could help them find their way.
Along the way, Inner Demon Chixiao Sword tried to use a spell to mark the path they had taken.
However, not long after the mark was made, the mark disappeared after they had traveled a certain distance.
"Are we going to get lost?" Chixiao Sword asked.
"Don't worry, we won't get lost," Song Shuhang said.
As he spoke, he leaped and stepped on a black lotus. He performed the Virtuous Man's Ten Thousand Mile Walk from the Confucian faction and sped up.
A building appeared in front of him.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
