"Stone Emperor, please translate... the writing on this stone tablet."
"I really want to know how [Liu Mang] slaughtered [Ten Thousand Eyes], that Demon God that blotted out the sky."
"There's a very powerful presence nearby... are you sure you want me to trace this information back?" Stone Mama looked around suspiciously.
It was just like when Stone Mama had used "Historical Regression" to investigate the Blue Crystal Civilization's "Pillar of Heaven" and nearly awakened the Space-Time Worm.
This godforsaken place might carry a similar risk.
"That thing probably isn't a Demon God, right?"
"Of course not... how could there be that many Demon Gods?"
"Then there's nothing to worry about."
Zhang Ming grinned, fiddled with the fine black threads on the stone tablet, then patted his life-saving treasure, the fiery red Moon Coordinate.
"See? Your buddy here is first-rate at staying alive. If some unbeatable monster really shows up, I'll escape to the moon. I control this spatial coordinate, anyway. If I don't let someone in, they can't get in."
Stone Mama sneered, "This Moon Coordinate can't move. It can only stay where it is. Are you going to spend your whole life on the moon? Spend the miserable rest of your life with your dead wife?"
Zhang Ming froze for a moment. This heckler's skills had really improved lately!
"You're overthinking it." Zhang Ming wagged his head. "We can throw things outside."
"Throw... throw shit! How much can you squeeze out?" Lord Stone Mama was utterly astonished.
Stone Mama admired Zhang Ming's ingenious ideas immensely, and even felt some resentment at being unable to produce shit.
Zhang Ming was speechless. "Who the fuck said anything about throwing shit? Is shit all that shriveled brain of yours can think of...? There are plenty of explosives made by the Macrosteel