"Then what is it?" Ying Zheng still didn't reach out to take the jade slip, just standing there. "One moment it is, the next moment it isn't. I don't have the energy to dwell on whether it is or not."

"Go back." The voice seemed oblivious to Ying Zheng's sneer. "Take the jade slip and return. When you carve something on it, you'll understand."

Ying Zheng sneered and took the jade slip in his hand.

The thing that looks cold is actually exceptionally warm, and this warmth spread from Ying Zheng's palm to his heart.

Ying Zheng yawned unconsciously, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw the familiar hall.

All the yellow sand disappeared, and the sound disappeared without a trace.

"Zheng boy, what's wrong with you?"

Chen Xuan lay on the side. He really didn't know the origin of this jade slip. He remembered that it was clearly a bamboo slip and a piece of martial arts derived from animal armor.

When the jade slip flashed with light just now, Ying Zheng lost his spirit, as if his soul had left his body, and his eyes were dull.

If Chen Xuan hadn't been afraid that Ying Zheng would never come back, he would have almost smashed the jade slip to pieces.

Fortunately, Ying Zheng came back.

"No problem, no problem."

As if afraid that Chen Xuan would worry, Ying Zheng deliberately said a few words to let him know it was okay.

The jade slip in his hand still emitted heat, and that warm feeling always surrounded Ying Zheng.

The jade slip seemed to have changed a little.

On the surface that should have been extremely smooth, there was a different word, a carved word "Ling".

Ying Zheng didn't know what this thing was, nor did he know what it was used for.

He had only heard a vague understanding just now, and Ying Zheng had no idea what the long river of history was.

Can history still flow like a river?

Even though he had seen and performed many miracles, history was like a flowing river, which Ying Zheng still could not accept.

Not to mention, this long river turned into a jade slip.

"Chen Xuan."

Ying Zheng suddenly called out to Chen Xuan, startling Chen Xuan who had just relaxed.

"Zheng boy! What's the matter?"

Chen Xuan thought that something went wrong with the jade slip and suddenly became a little nervous.

After all, this one jade slip is the only variable that Chen Xuan cannot ignore.

"Chen Xuan, what do you mean by the long river of history? What is inevitability?"

Chen Xuan was stunned for a moment, and then he shuddered.

He remembered the dragon's predecessor and the person who was said to have raised him.

Could it be that this person can no longer hide and is about to come out?!

Chen Xuan didn’t know. He only had a guess now, a guess that scared himself.

"Why? I suddenly thought of asking these questions."

Chen Xuan made his voice sound normal and still lazy.

"It's okay." Ying Zheng seemed to have sensed something and stopped asking questions. Instead, he stood up and walked outside.

"Let's go back. We've found the things King Zhaoxiang left behind, so it's time to go back."

"Yes, let's go back!"

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