Fang Che was truly stunned this time! Because he had no recollection of it!
When did I get these two stones? And they're actually what Little Bear needs?
By rights, I should have remembered a treasure like this no matter what.
But now... I was certain I had no impression of it at all.
Fang Che racked his brains over the stones' origin, thoroughly searching through everything he had experienced over the years, yet found nothing. He was utterly lost, without the slightest clue.
After Little Bear got the stones, it immediately rolled over in Fang Che's arms, closed its eyes, and fell asleep with thunderous snores.
Meanwhile, in Fang Che's Divine Sense Space, a fluffy, illusory soul-form Little Bear appeared.
It moved its clumsy feet and walked across the Sea of Consciousness.
Wherever it passed,
the Golden Horned Flood Dragon suddenly went rigid, its eyes wide as if it had seen a ghost.
Then, with a whoosh, its fur stood on end, and it fled without a trace.
Nether World, Nether Lord, Nether Emperor, Nether Realm, and Nether Sprite—the five Vajras—darted away together, carrying their true forms of blades and swords to the edge, shrinking their bodies and hiding themselves.
The Sea of Consciousness rippled.
Little Bear walked right through the middle, looking foolishly adorable.
It drifted and swayed all the way to the very bottom.
In its short, pink little bear paws, it was actually clutching a hammer—a hammer shaped like an eagle's beak—and a chisel shaped like one as well.
Then it reached the bottom.
The three little Iron Shards snapped together with a bang, radiating excitement as they flew toward Little Bear.
It was like finding a long-lost relative amid a war-torn street.
Smack! Little Bear slapped all three Iron Shards away with great disdain.
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