The Earth Element Flying Sword kept getting closer to Thousand Faces.
He nudged him with the hilt of his sword.
One moment she'd raise her arm, the next she'd rub against his clothes.
That restless manner of hers was practically a carbon copy of Miss Sword Case.
"Go away! Go play by yourself for a while."
Helpless, Thousand Faces pushed the flying sword aside.
The earth-attribute flying sword was clearly well-maintained by its Sword Bearer, and still possessed a great deal of spiritual energy.
Unlike when the Water Element and Fire Element Flying Sword first met Qin Ze, they didn't react like dead fish, not moving an inch.
Qin Ze did not tell Miss Sword Case about finding Earth Child for the time being.
Opening champagne at halftime is a major taboo in military strategy.
After examining the woman, Thousand Faces found that she was not in mortal danger, but her Spiritual Sea of Consciousness had been severely damaged, and her mental state was not very stable.
"Meeting me is truly a blessing you've accumulated over many lifetimes."
Thousand Faces reluctantly took out a small black porcelain bottle.
This is what the Guide gave him in the big gift package; just smelling it will immediately restore a large amount of mental energy.
"This is a priceless treasure, you could never repay it even if you worked like a slave for me."
Despite saying that, Thousand Faces still unscrewed the cap and waved it under the woman's nose.
A wisp of smoke drifted out of the bottle and into the woman's nostrils.
The Earth Element Flying Sword beside them remained very quiet, seemingly aware that Thousand Faces was rescuing someone and thus did not disturb them.
Thousand Faces put away the bottle and said calmly, "She'll wake up soon."
Old Deng, who was guiding him, gave him all the best things, fearing that this loyal Battle General might perish before completing his class advancement.
"Cough cough cough..."
After a moment, the woman coughed a few times and slowly opened her eyes.
The woman was startled the moment a giant, human-shaped purple sweet potato came into view.
She quickly stood up and raised her hand to summon a flying sword.
The Earth Element Flying Sword that she used to summon at will was still empty in her hands after waiting for a long time.
Upon closer inspection, the Earth Element Flying Sword was hovering beside the Purple Sweet Potato Spirit.
The Earth Element Flying Sword's performance indicated that the opponent posed no threat, so the woman could relax for the time being.
She frowned and muttered in Human Race language, "What on earth is the God of Machinery up to? How come even the purple sweet potatoes have become sentient?"
Along the way, she saw all sorts of Intelligent Brain life forms, but this was the first time she had ever seen a plant with long legs and arms.
Thousand Faces then spoke up, "Madam, I admit my new skin is indeed a bit ugly, but it's not as terrible as you say."
"If I hadn't sacrificed what I had to save my life, you would have been carried off by those long-legged junkmen to repair those broken robots."
Upon hearing that familiar local accent, the woman froze on the spot.
Her eyes were fixed straight ahead, making Thousand Faces feel uneasy.
" Human Race."
Thousand Faces shrugged. "Doesn't it look like it?"
The woman carefully examined the large purple sweet potato from head to toe, and then from toe to head.
She sighed and said softly, "So this is what Human Race has evolved into."
The clones on the Local Area Network were laughing so hard they were breathless.
"Say something, you big purple sweet potato."
"Don't ever say you're from the Human Race again when you go out. It's so embarrassing and lowers our average appearance."
"Tell him you're from Thanos."
" The Sword Bearer also woke up to find the world had changed."
"..."
The woman's gaze at Thousand Faces was filled with complexity.
There was both joy in facing fellow tribesmen and a strong sense of alienation.
The moon of today is not the moon of old, yet the moon of today once shone on the people of old.
The woman felt that although she and the Human Race, they were fundamentally different.
Thousand Faces ' face darkened. "My current skin is just a tiny, insignificant price I paid to become stronger."
The woman blinked. "Aren't Human Race nowadays purple sweet potato spirits?"
Thousand Faces remained silent. "How is that possible?"
The woman breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, the moon was still the same moon.
The woman introduced herself, " Human Race Bu Qingyao."
She did not reveal the identity of her Sword Bearer, perhaps because she felt that Thousand Faces was not worthy of knowing.
Thousand Faces: " Black One."
Bu Qingyao frowned slightly. "How come you share the same name as the Battle General of the Strange God?"
Thousand Faces thought to himself, "Wow, so his name was inherited from someone else."
Thousand Faces casually replied, "My family isn't well-educated, so they just gave me this name."
Bu Qingyao felt that Zi Yi was more suitable for him than Black One.
Thousand Faces said calmly, "It's about time. Come with me, I'll take you out."
Bu Qingyao: "Do you know where the exit is?"
Thousand Faces nodded. "Come with me, I'll take you home."
"Home?" Bu Qingyao immediately realized, "Are you referring to the Human Race when you say 'home'?"
Thousand Faces stamped his foot on the ground and explained, "The world we are in now has another side; that other world is an Otherworld for the Human Race."
Bu Qingyao's emotions became visibly agitated.
For a remnant of the old era, who has been wandering for an entire century, the word "home" is simply too distant.
But now it's so close, within reach.
However, Bu Qingyao remained cautious. "How did you end up here?"
Thousand Faces casually replied, "I'm just taking a stroll."
The large purple sweet potato in front of her was mysterious, but Bu Qingyao also had her own secrets, so she didn't ask any further questions.
The fact that Thousand Faces saved her and that the Earth Element Flying Sword wasn't on guard suggests that she can be trusted to some extent.
More importantly, Bu Qingyao had already realized the Corruption of her Soul Breath.
Staying here will only lead to getting lost.
Whether it's Chaos or Human Race, we need to hurry and leave this hellish place.
Bu Qingyao recalled the reluctant Earth Element Flying Sword and headed towards the vicinity of the sinkhole alongside Thousand Faces.
"Ahead lies the God of Machinery. I was recently subjected to a mental attack by Him and was almost controlled by the Intelligent Brain."
Thousand Faces didn't take it to heart. "Just a broken body from the past."
Bu Qingyao by this place.
After all, she had already taken the Earth Element Flying Sword to a certain Abyss world to suppress the alien beasts before the final battle of the gods.
They were completely unaware of the great battle of the gods that would follow.
When Bu Qingyao first fell into the Tomb of the Gods, she was stunned.
Such a dense concentration of Soul Breath indicates that a large number of gods have perished here.
Adding to the feeling was the dilapidated and unfamiliar God of Machinery within the sinkhole, Bu Qingyao an indescribable sense of unease.
Thousand Faces pointed to the four golden pillars of light in the distance and said, "See those? That's our door home, but it's not open yet."
Bu Qingyao sensed powerful Space Rule emanating from the pillar of light.
The beam of light acted like an elevator, bridging the two realms.
But the elevator doors were closed, and it couldn't deliver "large items" at all.
Even when the four beams of light landed in the sinkhole, they couldn't pull the Unit Zero up.
Thousand Faces, accompanied by Bu Qingyao, quietly infiltrated the vicinity of the sinkhole, disappearing into the gray mist.
Bu Qingyao asked, "What do we do now?"
Thousand Faces replied, "Wait, wait until someone opens the door."