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Chapter 1600: Completely calm, real men are not afraid of pain

The corners of Song Shuhang's mouth rose—after several days of studying the ancient language and getting electrocuted day after day, his hard work had finally paid off.

Although his pronunciation wasn't up to par, he finally managed to recognize some text in the language of the ancient era.

Li Yinzhu looked at the text. "Future… I don't know the words in the middle… driving force?"

She'd also studied a bit of the ancient language, but she was still worse at it than Song Shuhang.

Song Shuhang explained, "This entire line means 'the unknown of the future is the driving force behind our progress'. It sounds quite cool. In short, it means that the world is huge, and you should explore it."

Li Yinzhu said, "Oh, is it telling us to proceed?"

The corners of Song Shuhang's mouth rose further. "Yeah, but we won't do so."

A lesson from those who came before them was currently in Senior White's cosmos bag.

That visitor from the Black Dragon World had stepped into an unknown and long-neglected teleportation formation, getting transported to the main world. In the middle of teleporting, he'd been fatally injured by spatial turbulence. And misfortunes never came alone; he had also lost his precious 'magical power top-up device', leaving him unable to heal himself, and ultimately leading to his death.

After recalling his experience and seeing this mysterious spatial formation, especially one that looked very old and neglected, they definitely shouldn't be rash and activate it, lest they suffer the same fate.

Li Yinzhu obediently said, "Hm, then we won't proceed."

She was not the kind of child with strong curiosity. Since Shuhang said that they shouldn't proceed, then she wasn't going to mess with the formation.

Li Yinzhu asked, "But A'Song… Does this formation have something to do with that 'Black Pupil XIII' guy from a while ago?"

Black Pupil XIII had reached this 'Four Seas Secret Realm' through an ancient teleportation channel and died.

And now, they coincidentally found a mysterious formation that led to who knew where.

Therefore, Li Yinzhu speculated that this teleportation formation inside the secret realm might have something to do with the ancient formation that Black Pupil XIII had used to teleport over.

Due to the lack of maintenance over a long period of time, the channel between the two formations was no longer stable, causing Black Pupil XIII's transfer to fail.

Song Shuhang pinched his chin. "That is very likely."

If the Black Dragon World lay on the other end of the teleportation formation, there was value in exploring it. By doing so, they might figure out how to recharge the 'magical power top-up device'.

After giving it some thought, Song Shuhang carried Li Yinzhu and headed back to the 'tunnel' of the Four Seas Secret Realm.

Afterward, the clone strode toward the teleportation formation.

Before stepping into the teleportation formation, the clone activated the variant ❮Steel Hands Technique❯. This caused its whole body to be covered with a layer of pitch-black metal, making it look like it was made of steel.

After that, saber intent burst out and turned into armor, covering its body.

There were also the ❮Scholarly Indestructible Body of the Buddha❯ and the ❮Holy Ape Dragon Power Technique❯. Twenty-five Holy Ape projections, each holding scriptures, appeared above Song Shuhang's clone, buffing it.

Had the clone opened its mouth, one would've found that even its teeth had been covered by the layer of pitch-black metal from the variant ❮Steel Hands Technique❯.

Armed to the teeth indeed!

Song Shuhang had wanted to give the 'Thirty-Three Divine Beasts' Combined Magical Treasure' to the clone, but after recalling the strange spatial turbulence, he decided against it.

On the off-chance that the 'Combined Magical Treasure' was lost to the spatial turbulence, he would suffer a big loss.

The clone was fully armed as it stepped into the teleportation formation.

It first checked the teleportation formation.

There were no manuals, so he did not know how to operate it.

After feeling around for some time, the clone found a small raised platform, and tried pouring some spiritual energy into it—this was a sickness of all cultivators. After encountering anything mysterious, they tended to try infusing spiritual energy into it to test it out and activate it. After all, spiritual energy was very versatile and extremely convenient to use.

With the infusion of spiritual energy, the ancient teleportation formation was activated.

Majestic singing came from the formation, and colorful rays of light enveloped the surrounding area.

"…" Song Shuhang.

It's just a teleportation formation. Does it need to be so loud? And, there's even singing and colorful lights?

But after giving it a second thought, he found that there was nothing wrong with it.

For ancient big shots, such formations were a means of transportation.

Adding luxury onto means of transportation was simply human nature.

It was just like how some people liked to drive luxury cars.

Song Shuhang himself preferred a unique immortal boat, and turned his own into a 'Transformer.' Unfortunately, the mecha immortal boat was gone before it could even debut.

"Rumble~"

A thunderous sound echoed, and Song Shuhang's clone disappeared.

Li Yinzhu asked, "Was the teleportation successful?"

Song Shuhang replied, "I'm not sure. The 'sense sharing' between the clone and me was cut off, but the clone might have fallen into some spatial turbulence."

While he was talking, a wave of tingling sensations surged.

The sensory connection between Song Shuhang and his clone had been restored, and the damage suffered by the clone was transmitted back to the main body.

Sharp pain reached his mind, while the pain from getting cuts and heavy beating assaulted his body. There was also an extreme pain that came from the spatial turbulence messing with the insides of his body.

Faced with waves of severe pain, Song Shuhang's face was completely calm.

He reached out and took out a table and a chair from the Inner World—Song Shuhang had bought several sets of this stuff the last time he'd gone shopping. It was useful for doing homework or providing guidance to Lady Onion or his disciples.

After taking out the desk and chair, Song Shuhang slowly sat down before crossing his fingers, and resting his chin on them.

Then, his body began to twitch slightly.

Li Yinzhu asked, "A'Song, are you in pain?"

Song Shuhang calmly said, "This is nothing. It's completely within a range I can tolerate. Black Pupil XIII had been greatly damaged physically at the time, and his insides were a twisted mess, so I had long prepared myself for this."

As he spoke, his body would twitch from time to time.

Li Yinzhu could only stroke his head lightly to comfort him.

While the clone shared the damage back to the main body, it also shared what it could see.

Song Shuhang saw that the clone was tumbling around in the spatial turbulence.

Under normal circumstances, the clone would have surely died upon encountering such spatial turbulence. However, beside the clone, there was a faint light curtain protecting him.

It was the colorful light from the teleportation formation.

This layer of colorful light curled around the clone, allowing it to firmly move towards the 'destination'.

The clone's eyes gazed into the distance, and saw the destination.

At the limits of its gaze, there was a black dragon hovering in the void.

Its wings covered heaven and earth. Overall, it bore the appearance of a western dragon, but there were too many differences in the details.

The evil energy of the Netherworld was overflowing from its scales and skin, just as if it was breathing.

The black dragon's body was too huge, just like a continent, and every one of its scales was the size of a city.

When Song Shuhang saw this black dragon, a strange feeling of familiarity arose in his heart.

Had he seen this black dragon somewhere else before?