Before a rushing river.
Li Yingling quickly understood what her master meant and said:
"As the saying goes, blue seas become mulberry fields. When I read the Records of Miscellaneous Things, I read about seas and rivers receding in ancient times and becoming mountain peaks."
"Then why couldn't river and seawater pour in today and submerge the peaks?"
Yuankong nodded in realization. "Then that peak is in the water now?"
Chu Xingchen spread a spiritual power barrier, enclosing the other two within it.
"That's only a guess. Let's go in and look first. For all we know, those Buddhist Scriptures really were nonsense written to fool greenhorns like you."
"Other people read them as stories. Only you, Yuankong, were silly enough to read them as treasure maps."
Yuankong had little confidence with which to argue.
Li Yingling had already reached Foundation Establishment, so the river water was no longer a problem for her, but Yuankong was another matter.
Since he had already spread the barrier, bringing one more person along made no difference. It could count as an extra measure of protection.
Chu Xingchen took the two of them into the rushing river.
The swift current carried large amounts of silt, and once underwater, everything looked murky and dark.
The faint light shining from his spiritual power only allowed Yuankong to see the sand and stones flowing past them.
In any case, Yuankong could make nothing out clearly.
Chu Xingchen scanned the peak with his Divine Sense again and compared it with Yuankong's hand-drawn map. There was still no resemblance whatsoever.
Could it really just be a little story written to amuse people?
Li Yingling studied her master's expression. "Master, is something wrong?"
Chu Xingchen shook his head slightly and looked at Yuankong. "Were there any other key clues in