Buddha's Head, I've Wronged You, I'll Do My Best to Bring You Home!

A heavy, oppressive aura washed over him.

Shen Le was dazed for an instant. It was as though the world had changed around him, and he found himself standing in a vast desert.

Yellow sands stretched for miles, dust-laden winds whipped against his face, and the scorching sun beat down on his skin, nearly drying him from a plump grape into a raisin.

Looking into the distance, he saw a great river surging onward, lush greenery lining both banks. Huge groups of bare-chested people crawled across the yellow sands like ants.

They dragged—practically carried—massive stones to the edge of the desert, building towering pyramids and magnificent temples piece by piece.

Then the ages passed. Those pyramids and temples were buried beneath windblown sand, waiting to be discovered once again thousands of years later...

"Shen Le!!!"

A piercing cry shot straight into his head. Shen Le shuddered and came back to himself, only to find a stone pillar towering before him.

Countless years of wind and sand had worn away its original appearance, leaving its decorations impossible to make out.

At most, he could vaguely tell that there might once have been some patterns on it.

Yet the spirituality within the statue remained sharp and surging. The slightest touch was enough to pull him into the scene from that distant time.

"Did you haul this over from Egypt?"

Shen Le asked softly, still in a daze. Beside him, the werewolf girl thrust up a thumb, practically jabbing it into his face.

"You're amazing! So many tourists have come through here, and plenty of experts too, but no one's ever recognized it at a glance!"

Shen Le managed a smile and looked around. He had never seen such dense spiritual auras, nor so many objects gleaming with spiritual light.

Not even in