Awake?
Chen Changming was slightly taken aback, then a trace of anticipation appeared on his face.
If it had merely awakened from sleep, the Magnetic Mystic Turtle would not have informed him, its master, so solemnly.
Thus, Chen Changming concluded that this awakening of the Magnetic Mystic Turtle had to be extraordinary—there had to be something important it wanted to tell him!
"What do you wish to tell me?"
Chen Changming asked with a smile.
The Magnetic Mystic Turtle's somewhat simple and hoarse voice rang out. "Master, I slept for several thousand years, and my evolution was exceedingly slow. Do you want to know why I like sleeping?"
"Why?"
"Master, I once ate some unusual sand. In order to digest and absorb it, I slept for several thousand years, causing my cultivation to nearly stagnate."
At this point, the Magnetic Mystic Turtle paused, seemingly waiting for its master's reaction.
Sand?
Chen Changming was secretly startled.
What kind of sand could require the Magnetic Mystic Turtle to spend several thousand years digesting and absorbing it?
In an instant, a massive fragment of Primal Magnetism Ren Mountain surfaced in his mind.
Could the sand devoured by the Magnetic Mystic Turtle have been debris from Primal Magnetism Ren Mountain?
Back then, the battle between Six Ancients and Mo Lihai had shaken heaven and earth, like a world-ending calamity. It had forcibly shattered the entire Human Realm into pieces; none of the Six Great Spirit Mountains had remained intact, all suffering severe damage.
It was only natural that parts of Primal Magnetism Ren Mountain had been blasted into sand-like fragments.
"What color was this sand?"
Chen Changming asked.
He knew that the Magnetic Mystic Turtle was unaware of Primal Magnetism Ren Mountain, so he tried to obtain the clues he needed from another angle.