Han Sen stared at Haichuan Mountain with his right eye and looked at it carefully. Under the influence of the Purple Eye Divine Butterfly Beast Soul, the evolution process of Haichuan Mountain was reversed in Han Sen's right eye like a movie playing in reverse.
The deified beast soul is so magical that ordinary creatures cannot imagine it. During the rapid reversal and analysis, Han Sen saw the huge mountains and seas gradually peeling off and shrinking from a majestic mountain. The rocks seemed to be the coat of bamboo shoots.
, piece by piece was peeled off.
Even if Han Sen has not studied geology, he still knows that rocks are not formed in this way, but the Purple Eye Divine Butterfly Beast Soul cannot be wrong, or it cannot be analyzed. As long as it can be analyzed, it should be correct.
"Strange, isn't Haichuan Stone a real stone? It's actually a plant?" Han Sen had this thought in his mind, but after thinking about it, he felt it was wrong. Haichuan Stone is a stone. Even if it is life, it is also stone life.
Han Sen thought about the theory about stone life that Zuo Fang told him again, but it seemed to be a little different from the situation he was encountering now.
Because the formation of Haichuan Stone took a very long time, Pujing spent a long time analyzing, deconstructing, and retracing the entire process.
Although this process was accelerated at extremely high magnification in the pupil lens, it still took a lot of time for Han Sen to truly see the source of the formation of Haichuan Stone and the entire process of its formation.
In the center of the Haichuan Stone, there was a stoneworm as small as a silkworm. The stoneworm lived in an ocean-like magma, and its body was punched in the magma.
Roll, and then climb out.
The magma on its body gradually condensed into a stone shell outside its body, and the stone shell was penetrated by the substances secreted from the stone insect's body. The stone underwent strange changes, becoming black and bright, like jet jade.
After the stone shell was completely blackened, the stone insect rolled into the magma again and was covered with another layer of magma.
The stone insect repeats this process over and over again. As more and more layers of stone are attached to its body, its body becomes larger and larger.
It turned out to be just a body the size of a little finger. After countless years, it finally turned into a huge stone.
Because the stone shell was too heavy, it became difficult for the stone insect to move. At this time, it no longer climbed out of the magma, and its boulder-like body sank directly into the magma sea.
As time goes by, the boulders are gradually wrapped in layer after layer of stone in the magma sea. The material of the stoneworms gradually changes the characteristics of the stone shell. After hundreds of millions of years, it gradually becomes
The ground turned into mountain-like ocean rocks.
Han Sen was shocked to see the whole retracing process. He couldn't imagine that such a small life could eventually form a huge mountain. The magic of life is amazing.
At the same time, this discovery also made Han Sen very curious. He didn't know what kind of creature that stone insect was, and it had such a wonderful ability to turn magma into ocean stone.
"I don't know if that stone insect is still alive in the Haichuan Stone. If it is still alive, what does it feed on?" Han Sen secretly guessed.
Han Sen naturally had no way of knowing this. The mountain was too thick and he couldn't sense even a small trace of life in the center of the mountain.
However, the analysis and retrieval of the Purple-Eyed Divine Butterfly allowed Han Sen to see some potentially useful information.
Haichuan Stone, which is wrapped layer by layer like this, should have no flaws in itself, nor should there be any cracks or the like like ordinary mountain rocks.
Even if the outermost layer is cracked, it has little to do with the inner layer, so under normal circumstances, unless the force exceeds the endurance of the Haichuan Stone, it is impossible to cut the Haichuan Stone apart.
However, while tracing back the formation process of this giant mountain-like Haichuan Stone, Han Sen discovered something interesting.
That little stoneworm, with its whole body like a silkworm, rolled around in the magma and formed a stone shell after being covered with magma. However, this stone shell was not invulnerable.
The stone shell was originally supposed to have no gaps. After the stone shell was formed, a tiny hole was left on the forehead of the stone insect. The hole was almost invisible to the naked eye.
Han Sen looked at the stone insect carefully and found that right where the small hole was, on the stone insect's forehead, there was also a small air hole.
"Do stoneworms also need to breathe? So what exactly do they breathe? It's definitely not something like oxygen." Han Sen pondered in his mind.
Although Han Sen couldn't figure it out for a while, he was sure of one thing. No matter how much the stoneworm rolled or how much magma it soaked in the stone shell, that small air hole would always exist.
Even though it has now turned into a huge mountain, the hole smaller than the tip of a needle is still there, but no one will notice that there is such a small hole on such a huge mountain.
If Han Sen hadn't used the Purple-Eyed Divine Butterfly to retrace the entire process, even if he was asked to use the Dongxuan aura to look at it inch by inch and find the small hole, he wouldn't pay attention to it.
Now that Han Sen has discovered it, he naturally wants to see it clearly. With a thought in his mind, he has already walked towards Haichuan Mountain.
"Finally moved. I wonder what kind of mark Han Sen will leave on the Haichuan Monument? Will it be his name?"
"I don't think it's his name. For a person like him, leaving a name is too common. Maybe he will leave a poem or a painting, which would be in line with his elegant status as a Taoist master."
"What are the poems and paintings? Don't forget that Han Sen played with swords and guns. I think he left a knife mark. Think about it. Taoist Han Sen left a knife mark with profound meaning on the Haichuan Monument.
I and other disciples rushed to understand it, and after a few years, many disciples understood the artistic conception of a certain sword and made great progress in their sword skills. Isn't it a good thing?"
"That makes sense, but if that's the case, I think it's better to keep the sword intention."
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Qian Yuhe, Yunzhong sisters, and Richu Buddha all silently watched Han Sen walk towards Haichuan Mountain from a distance.
"I wonder what Han Sen will leave behind?" Yun Suyi murmured to herself.
Although she knew that there was no way she and Han Sen would end up, Yun Suyi still felt a little uncomfortable knowing that Han Sen was leaving.
"With Han Sen's character, he definitely doesn't like trouble. The most he can do is leave a name or even a knife mark." Qian Yuhe said.
"It's very possible. Han Sen is good at everything, but his temperament is a bit too lazy and withdrawn." Yun Suchang nodded and said.
While everyone was discussing, they saw red clouds rising from Han Sen's feet, rising straight from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, reaching the top of the mountain in a matter of seconds.
Han Sen's move made many old people in Zhentian Palace change their faces slightly, because Isa was in that position when she left.