"The iron bull sank to the bottom of the river, and the river water washed away the sediment below. The iron bull capsized, and over and over again, it began to roll upstream little by little. If things go on like this, if you want to find it, you will naturally have to go upstream..."
Chen Muyu explained the principle to them.
Both of them are not stupid, and they understand everything.
Hu Bugui froze a little, and his eyes became solemn. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that what Chen Muyu said made sense, "So, they are looking in the wrong direction?"
Chen Muyu spread his hands, "That's not necessarily true. As I said, there are many factors that influence it. I just can't rule out that the tripod you mentioned went upstream."
"Then what are you waiting for? Just look for it."
Ancestor Donglai suddenly became interested and his eyes were bright.
If Mu Jia and the others were looking in the wrong direction, they would have gotten a huge advantage.
Of course, it is still a bit premature to say this at this time.
What Chen Muyu said was only possible. After all, there were no rules to follow in this kind of thing.
At that moment, the three of them followed the Bailong River and searched upstream.
The spiritual thoughts unfolded and enveloped the bottom of Bailong River.
With their strength, it wouldn't take much time to sift the entire Bailong River.
After spending a day, we almost reached the birthplace of Bailongjiang River.
Contrary to expectations, the big cauldron that Hu Bugui mentioned was not found.
There was disappointment on several people's faces.
It seems that the story is always just a story, which is a bit funny when I think about it.
Hu Bugui blew his beard and said, "So much time is wasted."
Ancestor Donglai said, "Old Turtle, you'd better think about it, but are there any other clues?"
Hu Bugui smiled bitterly, "If there are any other clues, let's go back and see if Mu Jia and the others have found it. If they find it, maybe we can get one or two."
At this time, Chen Muyu said, "There are many tributaries of the Bailong River that merge into it, and it is not ruled out that the big cauldron went upstream and entered the tributaries."
Hearing this, Hu Bugui patted his forehead and said, "Brother, do you know how many tributaries there are in Bailongjiang? It's impossible for the three of us to find them all in less than three to five months. Moreover, Bailongjiang is the main river after all."
Vein, even if it is possible for it to go upstream and enter a tributary, the probability is very slim..."
"Where is Wangchuan?"
At this time, Patriarch Donglai suddenly said, "Since it sank at the mouth of Wangchuan River and Bailongjiang River, is it possible that the cauldron entered Wangchuan River from the beginning and then went upstream along Wangchuan River?
Going up?"
"this……"
Hu Bugui stagnates, don't say it, it is possible.
Moreover, the possibility is not small.
Hu Bugui looked at Chen Muyu, "Wangchuan goes deep into the hinterland of the Netherworld. If we want to search, we have to be careful. This Netherworld tribe is not that easy to mess with..."
"It doesn't matter. Let's walk along the river and we won't do anything detrimental to the Nether Clan. Even if there is any accident, I will be able to deal with it."
Chen Muyu said simply, then turned back to the Nether Clan.
This back and forth was really a toss-up. If I had known earlier, I would have divided our forces into two groups.
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Forgotten River.
This river originates from a plateau deep in the Nether Clan. It can be regarded as the largest river in the Nether Clan besides the Bailong River.
The river is wide and stretches for hundreds of miles.
The water in this river is extremely cold and has a strong corrosive effect on mental strength. People from the Nether Clan, because of their special skills and racial talents, can come and go freely in this river of forgetfulness.
For the strong men of the Nether Clan, this Wangchuan River is a rare place for cultivation, which can help them improve their spiritual power.
But for monks other than the Nether Tribe, this River of Forgetfulness is not so friendly.
Chen Muyu and others relied on their advanced cultivation and strong mental power to dare to use their spiritual thoughts to explore deep into the river bottom.
If a monk with a lower level of cultivation were to come here, his mental power would be corroded and the injury would be a trivial matter, but it might also affect his sanity.
"Compared with the Bailong River, this Wangchuan River is indeed somewhat unique."
The three of them went up the river, Hu Bugui smacking his mouth from time to time.
The Bailong River is just ordinary, nothing like the Wangchuan River, and the river water will have any special effects.
Ancestor Donglai asked, "Could it be caused by the leakage of the power of the Origin Pearl?"
"It shouldn't be the case."
Chen Muyu shook his head, but he still felt a little guilty in his heart.
How can such a river have the power of law?
The power in the river that hurts the spirit is clearly some kind of powerful law.
If this law comes from the Origin Bead, and the power of the Origin Bead's law is leaked, it is impossible to cause such a single effect, and it is very likely to cause chaos in the Origin.
This is the realm of the Nether Clan. If the power of the Origin Bead is leaked, it is impossible for the Nether Clan to not notice it.
Therefore, Chen Muyu felt that the power of law filled in Wangchuan should come from another source.
Searching all the way up consumes a lot of spiritual energy. Hu Bugui basically gave up the task because he was too weak. Basically, Chen Muyu and Dong Lai took turns to search.
When one searches, the other recovers.
After half a day like this, we crossed the plains and entered the vast mountainous area. At a bend in the Forgotten River, the ancestor from the east suddenly stopped.
"Found it?" Hu Bugui asked immediately.
There is a bend in front of the river. The Forgotten River winds out from behind a large mountain, forming a 90-degree bend. The impact of the river water makes the river channel unusually wide, and forms a huge turbulent whirlpool at the bend.
Almost subconsciously, Hu Bugui thrust his mind downwards.
But after a while, he took back his spiritual thoughts.
His mind could not withstand the erosion of the river water, so he hurriedly took it back before he could reach the bottom.
His eyes turned towards Chen Muyu and Dong Gao.
At this time, Chen Muyu's spiritual sense also detected the situation at the bottom of the river.
In the thick mud, there was a dark object that looked like a large cauldron, but I couldn't confirm it.
"Can we go down?" Chen Muyu asked the Donglai Ancestor.
In this case, it seems to be difficult to use spiritual thoughts or space laws to capture it from the air, and someone will have to go down and go there in person.
"Simple."
Ancestor Donglai is quite confident, he is a perfect being in the Holy Lord Realm.
Chen Muyu gave him a wink, and Patriarch Donglai nodded, and without saying a word, he directly entered Wangchuan in the physical body.
In just a moment, it disappeared above the river.
"Will he have any problems?" Hu Bugui was a little worried.
"Not that much."
Chen Muyu shook his head. If he didn't even have such skills, he wouldn't be worthy of being called a perfection state.
It seemed like half an hour had passed.
The ancestor came out of the river from the east.
"How about it?"
Hu Bugui immediately greeted him, obviously full of expectations.
