Although Lu Ban and Xia Ya have been here for most of the day, from an external perspective, they may not have experienced even a single second.

Within this time anchor point, seven thousand years is but a moment in the outside world.

Fortunately, the pollution seemed to have stabilized temporarily, the earth tremors subsided a lot, and the ominous red light in the center of the island dimmed a little.

"These pollutants are transmitted through the air. You can feel the graininess of the wind here because the microorganisms in the wind have mutated under the radiation of the pollution."

As Old Song spoke, he reached into the void, but there was nothing in his palm.

He thought about it, took out a transparent cover from the storage box of the equipment, and covered Lu Ban and Xia Ya.

“That way you won’t be contaminated.”

He smiled very naively.

"Did you succeed?"

Xia felt that the feeling of tickling her throat in the air disappeared. The glass cover seemed to be able to isolate pollution. She reached out and touched it. It was icy cold, quite different from real glass.

"Not yet. The situation here is a bit complicated. Normally, we need to use the [Lullaby] to put those guys who are about to wake up back to sleep, but the pollution here has already begun to leak out, which is very troublesome. We have only basically stabilized the leaked pollution, and the bigger ones are still to come."

Old Song replied.

"It took seven thousand years... just to contain the pollution that leaked out?"

Xia felt a little suffocated. Facing the pollution from the outer gods, even the giants who possessed supreme power would need seven thousand years to fight against it. Other foreign lands and civilizations that had not yet mastered such power would probably only be able to struggle in the torrent of pollution and eventually drown.

"Time is the smallest cost for us, because with the help of Tavel's time anchor, we have almost unlimited time."

Old Song waved his hand and told Xia not to make a fuss.

"You mentioned the experimental subjects and Yang before. What kind of experiment was it?"

Lu Ban took advantage of the fact that Old Song was still willing to talk and asked hurriedly.

"You came from the future, but you didn't know about Yang's experiment?"

Old Song was a little confused, but didn't care.

"That's normal. Mr. Yang has a rich imagination. Maybe he came up with something later. Even if it wasn't him, there would be someone else who would do something similar. This is the inevitability of history."

After stretching his neck, Lao Song continued speaking.

"Yang's experiment is very simple. It is to reduce our size and turn us into small people of your size. On the one hand, this size can reduce the demand for external energy and resources. On the other hand, in many foreign lands we have discovered, such a small size can also effectively explore those ruins."

"Is it that simple?"

After listening to this, Xia felt that this experiment was not very useful, if at all, but it was also not that useless.

"Scholars like us are like this. We focus on our own research and sometimes don't care whether it is useful or not. To be honest, I don't understand what's good about Yang's experiment. It would be nice if we could shrink some exotic creatures and bring them back."

Old Song explained.

Scholars in the Brilliant Realm seem to have a very high status.

Not only is he a core member of the legion and has access to many devices, but he can also conduct research at will and learn knowledge in the library.

Of course, with knowledge comes pollution, and with power they pay a corresponding price.

No one thought that Yang's research would later become the spark for the survival of civilization.

The glorious realm of the era in which Lao Song lives is still active in various foreign lands, fighting against those old rulers. They never think about their own end.

He quickly returned to the ship to check the operating conditions of the equipment, leaving Lu Ban and Xia here.

"Are we going to stay here for hundreds of years?"

Xia thought about it and realized that according to the standards of people in the Glorious Realm, a few hundred years might really not be a big deal. It had taken seven thousand years just to clean up the leaked pollution. It would probably take the same amount of time, or even longer, to completely seal the Outer God.

Lu Ban and Xia Ya didn't know whether the speed of time passing at this time anchor point was normal. If it was frozen, it would be fine. If it was not stagnant, then in a few decades the two of them might have to choose a cemetery for joint burial.

"Let me see."

Lu Ban stretched out his hand and placed it on the "glass".

Countless words emerged.

[The material is beyond imagination, it can isolate pollution to a certain extent without causing breathing difficulties, it is flawless and impeccable, you don’t even know how it is made]

[This thing can withstand missile bombardment, it is strong and durable, and will not change for fifty years! ]

[Note: Please do not place in a severely polluted place, as it may cause alienation]

Information about this "glass" appeared in front of Lu Ban.

“It’s really high-tech.”

Lu Ban studied it carefully and concluded that this material probably could not be produced on Earth. Many of the elements it contained could not be found on Earth, and its molecular structure did not follow the physical laws of Earth. It was a completely exotic product.

This "glass" is also polluted, which is why it is in this state.

Lu Ban put his hand on the metal device under his feet again.

[It can store most of the supplies, very good! ]

[It can shrink and store inorganic substances. You can't understand how it works.]

【With perfect anti-theft technology, don't try to take things that don't belong to you from here】

This looks like a device for storing supplies. Perhaps the tools that the giants use to fight pollution are taken out from here.

When Lu Ban thought of this, he looked again at the huge silver nail standing on the sea.

The distance was not enough, and he couldn't read the properties of the Tavel Time Anchor, so Lu Ban decided to swim over to take a look.

Anyway, Lao Song is not here.

He gestured the distance, then clenched his fist and threw his hand forward with force as if throwing a grenade.

Lu Ban's fist flew out quickly, passed through the glass, crossed the beach, and fell into the sea.

The fist quickly changed into the shape of a small octopus. The octopus swam very fast and reached the silver nail in a blink of an eye.

It was not until this time that Lu Ban noticed the size of the nail. It was like a thousand-year-old towering tree, standing in the waves, motionless, as if suppressing the world.

One of the octopus's tentacles gently touched the surface of the steel nail that looked like it was made of metal.

Countless words emerged.

But Lu Ban didn't have time to read the words clearly.

He only felt some kind of manic, fragmented, indescribable whispers echoing in his ears.

The next moment, the octopus suddenly swelled up.

Bang——

Bursting like a balloon.