From what he knew, Broken Tyrant shouldâve 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.
âHave I grasped the Divine Weapon Appraisal?â said Song Shuhang as he grabbed the handle of the treasured saber.
However, the truth was that he hadnât truly mastered spatial powers.
It was only by relying on the Scholarly Sageâs Eye, Tyrannical Songâs 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.
âThis is great!â Song Shuhang chuckled.
âWhat happened this time?â the stone tablet wondered.
Song Shuhang laughed and said, âThis Divine Weapon Appraisal is really great. Itâs much more interesting than I imagined.â
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, âDoes this mean that we can go back to Garre Holy Mountainâs trial area?â
Song Shuhang: ââŠâ No, I can only take us to Heavenly Field Island right now.
The stone tablet said earnestly, âIf so, stop messing around and letâs go.â
âDonât worry. Just leave this to me, Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet.â 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 Tyrantâs coordinates.
Then, Song Shuhang cast the Divine Weapon Appraisal again.
This time, he got a much better feeling.
The stone tablet smiled and said, âI can feel the aura of Garre Holy Mountainâs trial area.â
Song Shuhangâs primordial soul nodded.
He stretched out his arm and grabbed at the void with all his strength, grabbing another handle-shaped object.
âF*ck, who is it? That nearly frightened me to death! Donât think I wonât cut you down!â the black-skinned Scarlet Heaven Swordâs cute voice sounded. âIf you want to die, die alone! Donât drag me with you!â
Song Shuhang hurriedly called out, âSenior, please show mercy! Itâs me, Song Shuhang!â
âIf I had not detected your aura, I would have cut you up instantly.â While saying this, the black-skinned Scarlet Heaven Sword forcefully moved away.
Song Shuhangâs primordial soul was pulled to where the black-skinned Scarlet Heaven Sword was.
âWait, donât leave me!â Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet said anxiously. Its spirit leaped and caught up to Song Shuhangâs primordial soul.
In the next moment, it and Song Shuhang were pulled to where the black-skinned Scarlet Heaven Sword was.
Song Shuhangâs 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⊠Thereâs a sandstorm!
Song Shuhang shouted, âSenior Scarlet Heaven Sword, you tricked me!â
âHehehe, donât forget that Iâm an inner demon,â the black-skinned Scarlet Heaven Sword said cheerfully. âBesides, you were the one who tricked me first.â
Song Shuhang: â???â
The stone tablet: ââŠâ
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 swordâŠ
The whole place gave off a lonely vibe.
Song Shuhangâs 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, âSenior Scarlet Heaven Sword, whereâs Senior White?â
Sixteen and Sister White Dragon told him that Senior Scarlet Heaven Sword had disappeared with Senior White.
Scarlet Heaven Sword said, âHeâs 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.â
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.
âIâm sorry.â Song Shuhang was a man who knew when to admit mistakes.
âItâs alright. I have written down this grudge, and I will make you pay for it in the future,â the black-skinned Scarlet Heaven Sword said cheerfully. âAfter all, I am an inner demon.â
Song Shuhang: ââŠâ
âHuh? Shuhang?â While they were speaking, Senior Whiteâs figure descended from the sky.
Senior Whiteâs 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.
âShuhang, how did you enter this place?â After landing, Senior White saw the stone tablet. âIs 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?â
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, âWhat are you playing at? Do you want me to dig you out?â
âSenior White, Iâm not playing around,â Song Shuhang said solemnly. âIt was just my artistic soul acting up.â
âWhat?â Senior White was puzzled.
âWhile buried under the sand, I thought of a poem,â Song Shuhang said. âThen homesickness took the shape of a grave. I am inside, and Senior White is outside.â
The black-skinned Scarlet Heaven Sword: ââŠâ
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