When he opened his eyes again, Zhuo Bufan was standing on the familiar boat.
"Young man, you're here again!"
A familiar voice came to his ears. Zhuo Bufan turned his head and saw that it was the old man guarding the boat.
"Greetings, sir! By the way, I haven't asked how I should address you. "
Zhuo Bufan felt that this old man was not simple. He had been staying on the long river of time and seemed to have never left.
He obviously cultivated the Great Path of Reincarnation.
When the old man heard this, he thought for a moment, then sighed and said.
"You can call me Mr. Zhou!"
In the end, the old man did not reveal his identity. He only told Zhuo Bufan how to address him.
"Mr. Zhou! This is Zhuo Bufan. Greetings, Mr. Zhou. "
Zhuo Bufan introduced himself out of politeness.
"Yes, Little Zhuo! Heroes come from the young. You're the first person to come here in 100,000 years. Once upon a time, a young man with the surname Jiang also came here. But now, he rarely comes here. "
"I had a good chat with him. Unfortunately, after he stopped coming, I started to feel lonely."
Mr. Zhou stroked his beard and said leisurely.
"Mr. Zhou, is the young man with the surname Jiang called Jiang Taixuan?"
Zhuo Bufan suddenly asked.
He did not expect Mr. Zhou to ask this question unexpectedly.
"Oh? Do you know each other? "
"Yes, he's my master."
The Jiang Taixuan that Zhuo Bufan mentioned was naturally the legendary Emperor Xuan.
In fact, Zhuo Bufan could also guess that the young man with the surname Jiang that Mr. Zhou mentioned was his master, Emperor Xuan.
Only Emperor Xuan had the ability to dig out the Sands of Time from the long river of time and forge the Tianxuan Tower.
Therefore, there was no doubt that this young man was Emperor Xuan.
"Yes, that young man is Jiang Taixuan. Just like you, he would dig out some Sands of Time every time he comes. "
"The two of you are indeed master and disciple. Your actions are so similar. This old man should have noticed it long ago."
Mr. Zhou laughed out loud.
The reason was that Zhuo Bufan was the same as Jiang Taixuan. They were both porters of the river of time. Every time they came, they had to dig sand.
Like teacher, like disciple.
"Hahaha, Mr. Zhou, please don't laugh at me. To be honest, I have never seen this master of mine before. I only received his legacy. I wonder what kind of person my master is. "
Zhuo Bufan had never seen the Mystic Thearch before. As his master, he was only a master in name.
After hearing this, Mr. Zhou sank into his memories. After a long time, he finally spoke.
"Jiang Taixuan? In this old man's impression, that youth had curly hair and two large dark circles under his eyes. Flowers didn't like to talk much. She had a mature sense of foresight. Every time he came, he only greeted me once, and then began to dig the sand without saying anything. "
"He dug for a whole thousand years. I heard that he refined a magic treasure completely made of the Black Sand of Time."
"He was simply a genius. His talent was comparable to that existence."
"It's a pity that for some reason, he never came here again."
"Before he left, he only said one sentence to me."
"What did he say?" Zhuo Bufan quickly asked.
After hearing this, Mr. Zhou responded, "He said that he was going to protect his home. He won't come here again."
"Protect his home!"
Zhuo Bufan frowned slightly.
What he knew was that Emperor Xuan sealed the world and cut off the Spirit Qi in the Cultivation World, so that there were no more immortal cultivators in the Cultivation World.
However, now Mr. Zhou told him that Emperor Xuan was going to protect his home.
What home was he protecting?
Could it be that the Cultivation World was threatening his home, so he sealed the entire Cultivation World?
"Thank you, Mr. Zhou, for telling me so much about my master. It seems that I don't know my master at all. "
"There's not much time left. Kid, go dig some sand first. The next time I come, I'll have a good chat with you, Mr. Zhou. "
After Zhuo Bufan finished speaking, he summoned the Bell of Chaos.
"Old Zhong, sink a little this time and fish out some white sand."
Zhuo Bufan threw the Bell of Chaos into the river of time again.
After hearing this, the Bell of Chaos crazily sank into the river of time.
However, the river of time was bottomless. After the Bell of Chaos sank for about a thousand meters, it could not take it anymore and quickly flew up.
When he flew out, it was filled with a full minute of sand.
Zhuo Bufan discovered that there was a lot of white sand mixed in the black sand this time.
Seeing this scene, he was overjoyed.
"Brat, I was almost washed clean by this stupid river. This stupid river is completely bottomless. "
As the Bell of Chaos complained, it handed the sand of time that it dug out to Zhuo Bufan.
"Thank you for your hard work. This is already very good. There should be about two jars of white sand dug out this time! "
Compared to the last time when there was only a handful of white sand, there were two jars this time. It was already a good improvement.
"By the way, Mr. Zhou, do you know who dug a large amount of white sand from this long river?"
Zhuo Bufan suddenly thought of his archive door and quickly asked Mr. Zhou.
The archive door was made of pure white White Sand of Time.
It was obvious that someone had dug out a large amount of White Sand of Time in the river of time.
If he knew who it was, he would know who had refined the archive door.
The White Sand of Time used by the three archive doors was more than the black sand needed by Emperor Xuan's Tianxuan Tower.
Therefore, the person who dug the white sand was definitely not simple.
After Mr. Zhou heard this, he closed his eyes and thought seriously for a moment.
Then, he spoke.
"The White Sand of Time is very difficult to dig because it flows against the bottom of the river. Until now, no one knows how deep the river of time is, and no one has dived to the bottom of the Dao. "
"Therefore, it is unrealistic to dig out a large amount of White Sand of Time."
"The white sand that you have dug up now is just scattered from the bottom."
"Back then, Jiang Taixuan, who is your master, also wanted to dig up some white sand."
"In the end, he spent a lot of effort and only dug up some insignificant white sand."
"Therefore, it is not something that an ordinary person can do to dig up white sand."
"If someone can really dig up a large amount of white sand, it might only be someone like Luo Tian, who has already become an immortal!"
In the end, Mr. Zhou did not give the answer that Zhuo Bufan wanted.
The White Sand of Time was countless times harder to dig than the black sand. It was not something that could be dug up just because one wanted to.
Although Zhuo Bufan did not know who had refined the archive door, now it seemed that he must be an unimaginably great existence.
In some ways, Zhou Yi felt that the archive door was simply an existence that surpassed the innate divine weapon.
Perhaps, the archive door was really created by an immortal.
"Thank you, Mr. Zhou, for answering my questions. It's almost time, so I'll take my leave first."
Zhuo Bufan did not think too much about it. He was about to leave the World of Samsara again.
After hearing this, Mr. Zhou narrowed his eyes and nodded with a smile.
Then, a ray of light wrapped around Zhou Yi. The next second, he disappeared from the boat.
Watching Zhou Yi disappear, Mr. Zhou opened his eyes.
"This man is extraordinary!"
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