Looking at this building that should not appear on the surface of ancient Earth, everyone's faces were more or less strange.

The huge wooden stake seemed to be about to pierce the sky, and even the exposed part made people feel cold all over.

And more of them seem to be buried in the yellow sand.

"What is this thing?" Qi Bufan took a breath, and Qi Buyan beside him seemed to frown, with some strange emotions in his eyes.

Gu Xingmiao also felt that the thing looked a little familiar.

Especially as I got closer to the strange building, this familiar feeling became more and more obvious, as if it came from the depths of my soul.

Everyone walked around the huge wooden stake carefully several times. When they touched it with their hands, they found that it didn't seem to be made of wood...

But a certain type of steel bar material.

"Were there such strange buildings on Earth before the Great Dark Ages? The steel bars point straight into the sky, and the rest of the structure is stuck in the soil, just like a lever piercing the entire Earth." Qi Buyan's voice was much calmer than his brother's, but his question also echoed the doubts of the others.

Luosangyu observed it carefully. "This doesn't look like ordinary steel bar material. There seem to be strange patterns painted on it, and it has a unique color."

01 also felt a sense of weirdness from this sudden appearance, but he didn't feel any more danger.

So strange.

This is what everyone thinks in their hearts.

Obviously, I should be extremely vigilant, but why don't I feel afraid of the crisis?

This is abnormal for everyone.

"I have a bold guess—"

"What a coincidence! I also suddenly had a very bold guess..."

"I also……"

When all the netizens said this in unison, the barrage of comments fell into incomparable silence in an instant.

Everyone held their breath and looked at the screen, some even felt that the phone screen was too small to see the details clearly.

More people choose to go outside and stare at the sky.

The excitement is building.

But amidst this excitement, there was also an indescribable absurdity.

If this thing can really exist in the world, then what kind of things in history are real?

Are novels really just novels? Could it be that some novels disguise themselves as strange stories or myths, actually obscuring the truth?

The live broadcast screen was getting closer and closer, and Gu Xingmiao's gaze swept across the visible area bit by bit.

The sky was once again gradually approaching dusk, and under the light of dusk, the long stick appeared even more brilliant and bright.

Texture...

This texture...

Gu Xingmiao's pupils suddenly shrank, as if he had finally matched these things with a scene in his mind.

She slowly raised her hand, as if wanting to get closer and touch the stick, but this dangerous behavior was stopped by several other teammates.

"Xingmiao, we still don't know what this thing is. If it's a bad thing like Oasis, we're finished..." Yue Chuliang.

"Yeah, it's better not to touch it. I was already scared the last time." Qi Bufan wailed, "I don't want to enter those scary dungeons casually."

"The appearance of this thing is so strange. It seems like it was deliberately placed in front of us, like a trap."

Gu Xingmiao found it difficult to hide his excitement, and felt as if the blood in his body was flowing.

What's the first reaction?

The second reaction is why not?

If a weasel can rely on human language and become a fairy with human appearance through just one sentence, then why can't a mythological character that is widely worshipped and loved by humans become a real existence because of faith?

There are traces of them in history.

Maybe it is only in books, or maybe it is only in the fragments of human conversation, but what can be passed down must show the depth of existence.

When Gu Xingmiao looked at the wooden stick again, his expression became a little dazed.

"Xingmiao, do you recognize this thing?" Yue Chuliang paused.

What she said also attracted everyone's attention. Most people knew that Gu Xingmiao had extremely broad knowledge. After several desensitization sessions, it seemed that they were not surprised by what Gu Xingmiao knew.

"Maybe." Even though Gu Xingmiao had the answer in his heart, he didn't dare to say it for sure.

Because she thought of Kuafu again.

During the day, Kuafu chases the sun normally, but at night, he attacks humans without anyone noticing.

If the stick is real, then the owner of the stick can't be far behind? And will the owner of the stick also change into a different face at night?

Just thinking about this made me gasp.

"I did identify this thing, but I'm not sure and I dare not say what it is." Gu Xingmiao's words were obviously complicated, but the slow tone was more heavy.

"Is it bad?" someone asked.

Gu Xingmiao shook his head: "No."

She thought for a moment and found a way that was easy for everyone to understand, then asked, "Do you still remember Kuafu?"

Everyone's expressions instantly turned grim; of course they remembered.

Qi Bufan couldn't help swallowing his saliva and stammered, "Isn't this thing the same as Kuafu?!"

"no."

When Gu Xingmiao said these two words, the person in front of him was obviously relieved, and when he said the rest of the words, the person in front of him felt a little dizzy.

"It's a being similar to Kuafu, and this thing is his weapon."

"!!! I knew my guess was right. I didn't even dare to breathe, let alone post a comment."

“Oh shit, oh shit…”

"This is it! This is it! This is it! Oh my god, I never thought I'd actually see this in my lifetime. I'm so excited that my palms are sweating..."

"That thing is clearly—"

That thing is clearly——

It's the golden cudgel.

It is the life-blooded weapon of the Great Sage, who is carefree, bold, and yet has a wise mind.

Just thinking about it, a picture appeared in my mind.

The Monkey King was supposed to be a character from the Ming Dynasty mythological novel "Journey to the West". "The Ruyi Jingu Bang, weighing 13,500 kilograms" is also a description of the weapon. The golden hoops at both ends can perfectly match the stick in front of him.

The pattern was clearly auspicious clouds, but the golden cudgel was too big, and it was impossible to match these symbols with the symbols on the smaller version of the golden cudgel.

Wearing golden armor and a purple phoenix-winged hat, he used his seventy-two spiritual powers to play with gods and demons, holding a golden hoop stick.

Standing there is a legend.