Mental energy circulated between his eyebrows, bringing with it a cool and refreshing aura.
Then, when this cool and refreshing aura accumulated to a certain extent, it would turn into a bronze radiance between Song Shuhang's eyebrows. At this time, Song Shuhang felt a faint swelling pain between his eyebrows — it was a pain caused by his physical strength not being able to keep up with his mental energy.
As time went on, the pain would become more and more intense.
Normally speaking, only cultivators of the Third Stage would be able to condense and condense their mental energy into a tangible form.
The bronze color was the embryonic form of mental energy taking on a tangible form. At this stage, the mental energy was like that of an infant. Although its direct attack power was very weak, it had many miraculous uses.
When the mental energy increased along with the realm and transformed into a bright silver color, it was a sign that the mental energy had matured. At that time, the cultivator would have enough mental energy to learn how to ride a flying sword and soar to the nine heavens.
After the 88888 voices chanted in Song Shuhang's mind for two days and two nights, his mental energy directly reached the level of a cultivator of the Third Stage.
As such, the strength of his constitution that had increased with much difficulty couldn't keep up with his mental energy.
His mental energy far surpassed the strength of his constitution … this kind of gap wasn't something that a body tempering technique like the (Steel Hands Technique) could close.
"What a headache, it's this kind of blissful worry … I have to think of a way to quickly increase the strength of my constitution," Song Shuhang muttered to himself.
He felt that his constitution wasn't strong enough no matter how hard he tried.
Perhaps he should really consider learning a body tempering cultivation technique like Dharma King Creation had done? Actually, Dharma King Creation's (Warring Buddha's True Body) was quite cool. He looked like a Super Saiyan when he transformed, even though he didn't have any hair.
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After wiping the bloodstains off his face, Song Shuhang rested for a while and looked all around. It was still the same mirror space, but the glowing black ball had disappeared.
Although the source of light had disappeared, the whole mirror space had become even brighter — every mirror was shining.
"Now then, what were those 88888 voices?" Song Shuhang rubbed his temples and recalled the voices that had almost driven him crazy for two days and two nights.
No … my head hurts. Just recalling the scene of the 88888 voices made Song Shuhang's face turn pale and he felt weak all over.
He stretched out his hand to support the mirror on the side and gasped for air.
[Hum ~ ~]
At this moment, he heard a buzzing sound in his ears. At the same time, Song Shuhang's right hand, which was propped on the mirror, felt like it was being squeezed into a meat grinder. He felt an intense pain, and beads of sweat the size of beans slid down his forehead.
"What's going on?" Song Shuhang pulled his hand back, only to see that there were hundreds of wounds on his right hand.
The wound was not deep. With his current physique, a wound of this degree would heal in a few minutes. But it was extremely painful. This kind of pain was simply magnifying the pain nerves by a hundred times!
"Strange, I didn't receive any attack just now." Song Shuhang said. He had only used his hand to hold the mirror. Why was there hundreds of wounds on his wrist?
He looked at the mirror in his right hand. Was there something wrong with the mirror?
In the mirror, Song Shuhang's figure was reflected.
He looked at the mirror, and the reflection of Song Shuhang was also looking at him.
After a while, Song Shuhang saw something strange about himself in the mirror.
It was his eyes!
In the mirror, densely packed Runes appeared in his eyes, and these Runes filled his pupils. Then, these Runes drilled out of his eye sockets and bumped forward!
[It's not that there's something strange about myself in the mirror, but my own pupils! ]
The Runes in Song Shuhang's eye sockets fell on the mirror, faintly forming the shape of a clock.
He could see the hands of the clock moving backward quickly. In the blink of an eye, they retreated about a hundred times.
Then, these Runes dispersed from the state of the clock, flew back from the mirror, and fell back into Song Shuhang's eye sockets.
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After the Runes returned, Song Shuhang couldn't help but say, [Ordinary glass strengthened by magic, harder than steel … production time unknown, maker unknown. When the Time City was built, it was moved here by Fairy Chu. She also cast an illumination spell on each mirror. ]
After saying that, Song Shuhang paused.
Huh?
Why did I suddenly start talking just now?
After coming back to his senses, he realized that he was just talking about the origin of the 'mirror' in front of him.
This mirror was just an ordinary glass mirror that was strengthened by an expert using magic. After that, it was moved here by Fairy Chu and made into a 'mirror space'.
In other words, this mirror space was Fairy Chu's masterpiece? Then, was the luminous jellyfish that brought him here also related to Fairy Chu?
Song Shuhang rubbed his eyebrows to relieve the swelling pain between his eyebrows and to clear his thoughts.
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…
It seemed that he couldn't help but cast a spell just now? And this spell should be something like [Appraisal]?
No, it shouldn't be as simple as an appraisal spell! Just now, he saw that the Runes that came out of his eyes formed the shape of a 'clock' on the mirror.
This spell couldn't be related to time, right?
But … what was this spell? How was he going to use it?
"Boom, boom, boom ~"
While he was thinking, the two mirrors in front of Song Shuhang automatically opened, revealing a passage to leave the 'mirror space'.
It was obvious that someone had been paying attention to his state. After confirming that he had received the inheritance and learned the secret technique, the door opened for him to leave.
Perhaps it was that luminous jellyfish that opened the door. After all, it was very likely that it brought him here.
* * * * * *
Song Shuhang grabbed the treasured saber Broken Tyrant and strode into the passage. He wanted to know what that luminous jellyfish wanted to do.
The passage wasn't long.
Five minutes later, Song Shuhang had already left the passage. However, what appeared in front of him wasn't the 'tree hole' where the luminous jellyfish was.
After stepping out of the passage, he appeared in the underground passage of the 'Time City'.
In front of him was the ordinary hall that he and Chu Yang Shu entered when they first entered the underground city of the 'Time City'. There was nothing in the hall except for a portrait of the founder of the 'Clearwater Pavilion' hanging in the middle of the hall.
Song Shuhang turned his head around and discovered that the 'tunnel' he had come out of had already disappeared.
If not for the faint swelling pain coming from between his eyebrows, he would have suspected that he was sleepwalking.
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… …
"Anyway, let's go find Chu Chu first," Song Shuhang said after thinking for a while.
The hundreds of wounds on his hand had almost recovered, but the sharp pain was still stabbing at his nerves.
Speaking of which, the last time he used the 'Ten Thousand Mile Flying Escape Technique', Chu Chu was the only one left in the formation of the 108 bronze men. He wondered how she was doing now.
She didn't cry after being beaten by the 108 bronze men, right?
He hoped that she was safe and sound … It would be even better if she had already left the 'Time City'.
It wasn't difficult to find Chu Chu. As long as he followed the smell on her body, he would be able to find her. The nose of a cultivator of the Second Stage was very sensitive!
Of course, an overly sensitive sense of smell would also cause a lot of cultivators of the Second Stage to feel distressed.
If someone were to give Song Shuhang a 'Stink Pill' when he was unable to freely control his' sense of smell ', Song Shuhang would definitely vomit acid!
Following the smell that Chu Chu left behind, Song Shuhang quickly moved through the underground passage of the 'Time City'.
At the same time, he recalled the scene when he used that strange 'appraisal technique'. Let's call it the 'appraisal technique' for now, even though it definitely wasn't that simple.
When he unintentionally used the appraisal art, he first recalled the content of the 88888 buzzing voices.
At the same time, his right hand inadvertently touched the mirror.
After a sharp pain, Runes drilled out of his eyes and landed on the mirror.
After the return of the Runes, did he obtain information about the 'mirror'?
"Should I try it again?" Song Shuhang thought.
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If I want to do it, I'll do it!
Thereupon, Song Shuhang once again tried to recall the scene of 88888 voices buzzing in his ears. Recalling this scene was simply torturing himself. Every time he recalled it, he would be torturing himself.
This time, what target should he choose to appraise?
While running, Song Shuhang looked around.
Soon, he found a suitable target. It was in the passage of the underground city, and there was an area with strange rocks. It seemed to be very interesting.
Thereupon, Song Shuhang ran to the area with strange rocks and used his uninjured left hand to pick up a strange rock the size of a fist. Then, he stared at it.
About two breaths later, Song Shuhang felt a burning sensation coming from his left hand!
What followed was an intense burning pain. Unknowingly, a layer of skin on his palm had been scalded, and it was charred black.
Just like the hundreds of wounds on his right hand, nothing was attacking Song Shuhang, but the injury on his left hand had appeared out of nowhere!
Song Shuhang clenched his teeth. "As expected, this strange injury and pain is related to the appraisal technique. Is this the price of using the appraisal technique? "
Enduring the burning pain, Song Shuhang stared at the rock.
It was just as he had guessed.
In his eyes, the Runes appeared again. They flowed out of his eyes and landed on the surface of the rock, forming the shape of a clock.
The hands on the clock quickly turned backwards.
After hundreds of rounds, the Runes returned to Song Shuhang's eyes.
At the same time, they brought back some information about the strange rock.
[This is a … rock with a history of one billion years. It's an ordinary rock! The advantage is that it's very hard. ]
A brief introduction.
Song Shuhang was speechless.
Not everything with a long history was a treasure.
A rock was not ginseng. No matter how old it was, it was not a treasure.
An ordinary rock with a history of one billion years was still a rock …
In order to understand this, Song Shuhang paid the price of the burning of his left hand.
He did not know whether to laugh or cry as he threw the rock back into the forest of strange rocks. Then, he continued to follow Chuchu's scent.
At the same time, his mind became active.
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