The Man with Several Brushes
How long did I have to stay in this ashes box?
At this moment, Song Shuhang could do nothing.
Aside from waiting in silence... all he could do was pray.
"Senior White, Senior White Two, please bless me and let me get out of here soon." Song Shuhang sincerely sent out a prayer signal with his consciousness.
Please, please don't let me stay in this ashes box for a thousand years, or ten thousand years.
A thousand years was far too long. He was only fighting for every passing day.
Once he truly became a big shot in the future, he might consider going into seclusion for a hundred years, or even a thousand. But he hadn't reached that realm yet.
After finishing his prayer, Song Shuhang began puttering around inside the Sage's Ashes Box.
For example, he studied the "Immortal Bone." Although he couldn't understand its structure at all, he could wrap his consciousness around it and carefully sense its surface structure.
When he grew tired of studying, he could investigate every corner of the ashes box, appreciating the scenery outside from different angles.
He began to discover a pattern.
The Sage's Ashes Box was moving along an orbit in this world, much like a planet.
Likewise, White Horse, the Merit Net, and Big Eyeball each had their own orbits.
Whenever their orbits intersected, Song Shuhang could see them.
After the ashes box passed by White Horse three more times, it encountered a new sight.
It was a Bodhi tree radiating rays of light ten thousand feet high.
Beneath the tree sat a silver-white figure with only a towel wrapped around his waist, his legs crossed in meditation.
But he wasn't chanting scriptures.
The silver-white figure held a bucket of strange dye in one