2120 Burial
Song Shuhang: “…”
From what he knew, Broken Tyrant should’ve been on Heavenly Field Island. When he last left the island, he accidentally left the saber there together with his disciple Chu Chu.
He planned on retrieving them after returning from the Beast Realm, but little did he expect that when he stretched his hand to explore the void, he would end up grabbing Broken Tyrant.
But now that he thought about it, Broken Tyrant had a ❮Divine Weapon Appraisal❯ mark left on it by the virtuous lamia.
The ❮Divine Weapon Appraisal❯ that Slow-Witted Song left him had a misleading name.
From the name, one would think that it was a magical technique meant for appraising divine weapons.
Yet, its function was to leave marks on magical treasures. Then, through the ❮Divine Weapon Appraisal❯, no matter where one was, they could lock onto the coordinates of the treasure and pull it toward them.
This was a secret technique that could only be used by big shots at the Tribulation Transcender Realm or certain geniuses who had a great affinity with space.
“Have I grasped the ❮Divine Weapon Appraisal❯?” said Song Shuhang as he grabbed the handle of the treasured saber.
However, the truth was that he hadn’t truly mastered spatial powers.
It was only by relying on the Scholarly Sage’s Eye, Tyrannical Song’s Tombstone, the Inner World, and the support from the virtuous lamia that he managed to activate the ❮Divine Weapon Appraisal❯.
Moreover, since the Inner World was used as a transit, when Song Shuhang held the handle of Broken Tyrant, he felt that his body could follow his arm and directly reach the location of the treasured saber.
“This is great!” Song Shuhang chuckled.
“What happened this time?” the stone tablet wondered.
Song Shuhang laughed and said, “This ❮Divine Weapon Appraisal❯ is really great. It’s much more interesting than I imagined.”
He always had to enter and exit his Inner World from the same location, and this made it easy for him to be targeted.
When he still had his clone, he could use its coordinates to open another exit out of the Inner World. However, after his clone got stranded in the Ninth Stage Heavenly Tribulation Realm, Song Shuhang lost this ability.
But today, the treasured saber Broken Tyrant gave him access to that ability once more as it could act as coordinates for an exit!
And it would be easy to create more such coordinates.
As long as the virtuous lamia left marks on some sturdy and durable objects and placed them in the right places, Song Shuhang could use the combination of the ❮Divine Weapon Appraisal❯ and the Inner World to create a whole network he could teleport to.
And if he further practiced with the ❮Divine Weapon Appraisal❯, he might even be able to use this magical technique in battle.
This was a magical technique with great potential.
The stone tablet asked, “Does this mean that we can go back to Garre Holy Mountain’s trial area?”
Song Shuhang: “…” No, I can only take us to Heavenly Field Island right now.
The stone tablet said earnestly, “If so, stop messing around and let’s go.”
“Don’t worry. Just leave this to me, Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet.” Song Shuhang thought for a while, and his primordial soul, which was holding Broken Tyrant, let go of the saber.
He did not retrieve the treasured saber Broken Tyrant and let it stay where it was.
After he left Garre Holy Mountain, he could try to teleport to Heavenly Field Island by using Broken Tyrant’s coordinates.
Then, Song Shuhang cast the ❮Divine Weapon Appraisal❯ again.
This time, he got a much better feeling.
The stone tablet smiled and said, “I can feel the aura of Garre Holy Mountain’s trial area.”
Song Shuhang’s primordial soul nodded.
He stretched out his arm and grabbed at the void with all his strength, grabbing another handle-shaped object.
“F*ck, who is it? That nearly frightened me to death! Don’t think I won’t cut you down!” the black-skinned Scarlet Heaven Sword’s cute voice sounded. “If you want to die, die alone! Don’t drag me with you!”
Song Shuhang hurriedly called out, “Senior, please show mercy! It’s me, Song Shuhang!”
“If I had not detected your aura, I would have cut you up instantly.” While saying this, the black-skinned Scarlet Heaven Sword forcefully moved away.
Song Shuhang’s primordial soul was pulled to where the black-skinned Scarlet Heaven Sword was.
“Wait, don’t leave me!” Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet said anxiously. Its spirit leaped and caught up to Song Shuhang’s primordial soul.
In the next moment, it and Song Shuhang were pulled to where the black-skinned Scarlet Heaven Sword was.
Song Shuhang’s primordial soul was dragged out of the Inner World and crashed into a patch of yellow sand.
A desert?
Moreover, this desert is quite enthusiastic… There’s a sandstorm!
Song Shuhang shouted, “Senior Scarlet Heaven Sword, you tricked me!”
“Hehehe, don’t forget that I’m an inner demon,” the black-skinned Scarlet Heaven Sword said cheerfully. “Besides, you were the one who tricked me first.”
Song Shuhang: “???”
The stone tablet: “…”
In short, I, an innocent stone tablet, unwittingly became involved in this mess.
A fierce wind blew over, and the yellow sand came at them like waves in the sea.
Not long after, Song Shuhang, the stone tablet, and Scarlet Heaven Sword were buried alive together.
The sandstorm came and went by quickly. This was obviously not a natural sandstorm.
After the storm, the desert returned to calm.
In the endless desert, there was a large stele, and beside the stele, there was an ancient black sword.
The desert, the stele, the ancient sword…
The whole place gave off a lonely vibe.
Song Shuhang’s primordial soul, which was buried in the sand, suffered a throbbing pain in its non-existent liver.
He was feeling sorry for himself for getting buried alive twice in quick succession.
He asked, “Senior Scarlet Heaven Sword, where’s Senior White?”
Sixteen and Sister White Dragon told him that Senior Scarlet Heaven Sword had disappeared with Senior White.
Scarlet Heaven Sword said, “He’s nearby… Before you caught me, he and I were avoiding the sandstorm. If you had not suddenly reached out and grabbed my sword hilt, I would have successfully avoided the sandstorm like Fellow Daoist White.”
That was why Senior Scarlet Heaven Sword felt a little dejected just now.
While hiding from the sandstorm, a hand suddenly grabbed it, causing it to be sucked into the storm.
“I’m sorry.” Song Shuhang was a man who knew when to admit mistakes.
“It’s alright. I have written down this grudge, and I will make you pay for it in the future,” the black-skinned Scarlet Heaven Sword said cheerfully. “After all, I am an inner demon.”
Song Shuhang: “…”
“Huh? Shuhang?” While they were speaking, Senior White’s figure descended from the sky.
Senior White’s clothes were spotless. He had avoided the sandstorm masterfully. In addition, he was holding a pillar-like spirit stone in his hand. This was a small, sealed spirit vein that Senior White harvested during the sandstorm.
“Shuhang, how did you enter this place?” After landing, Senior White saw the stone tablet. “Is this your tombstone? Profound Sage Tyrannical Song died here on November 27, 2019… Pfft, Shuhang, is this a gravestone you bring with you when you seek death?”
Are you afraid that nobody will recognize you after you die and tend to your grave? Is that why you bring your own gravestone? Are you planning on being buried the moment you die?
It really feels like little friend Shuhang has been becoming a lot more self-conscious lately.
Senior White squatted in front of the gravestone, knocked on the stone tablet, and asked, “What are you playing at? Do you want me to dig you out?”
“Senior White, I’m not playing around,” Song Shuhang said solemnly. “It was just my artistic soul acting up.”
“What?” Senior White was puzzled.
“While buried under the sand, I thought of a poem,” Song Shuhang said. “Then homesickness took the shape of a grave. I am inside, and Senior White is outside.”
The black-skinned Scarlet Heaven Sword: “…”
