"What kind of creature's dung is this?"
Chen Xian could not help asking.
"I don't know what creature's dung this is either."
Huang Zhen craned his neck to look into the pool and shook his head. Clearly, he could not make it out either.
Because it had been raining often in the mountains recently, the pit had turned into a vat of manure water.
"But it definitely wasn't left behind by a human."
Huang Zhen added.
Chen Xian nodded in agreement.
If some person's dung could truly have such an effect, just how powerful would that person have to be?
The 99th level of Heavenly Immortal, perhaps?
"I reckon this is dung left behind from ancient times. It might have belonged to the Ancient Dragon Clan, or perhaps the Ancient Deities," Huang Zhen guessed.
"Mm, very likely!"
Chen Xian nodded solemnly.
In the era of the Eight Great Supremes of antiquity, although the Immortal Realm had only just begun, it had been an age when a hundred flowers bloomed. All sorts of powerful races and experts emerged one after another.
Only that could explain why a pile of dung possessed such an effect.
"Then the expert who lived here before must have known about this dung pit as well. He came here specifically to make use of it, entering seclusion to improve himself," Huang Zhen speculated again. "While staying here, he also settled the conflict between the Huang Realm and the Array Realm."
"Very likely."
Chen Xian nodded solemnly and said, "But if that is the case, after leaving, he will most likely never return."
"What do we do next?"
Huang Zhen asked.
"I'm considering whether we can take this ancient dung pit away," Chen Xian said boldly.
Huang Zhen was startled. "You mean...?"
"Exactly."
Chen Xian said, "We've only