Putting down the teacup, he looked again at the image within the white mist.
"Will that strange entity that exchanged lifespans act again?
"What exactly is it?
"Let take a good look!"
...
Mid-mountain sentry square.
A group of people ford a circle, while Wu Qingyun looked up at the mountain.
"It seems like the thing on the mountain is gone."
Her gaze turned to the distant mountain forest.
"The ears in the forest are still listening."
She lifted her head higher, revealing a smooth chin and a slender neck.
"The eyes in the sky are always watching."
A cold wind blew, and the crowd wrapped their clothes tighter.
Upon hearing these words, they still felt unnerved.
But then Su Yaoyao spoke.
"Is it possible that the eyes in the sky, or the ears in the forest, one of them is on our side?
"Protecting us?"
The people smiled broadly.
"Yes, yes."
"Makes sense."
"Hahaha."
At this mont, they were willing to believe!
After a few jokes, the atmosphere grew cold again.
The group either talked, stayed silent, or played on their phones, anxiously waiting for support from Shangjing City.
The mountain wind blew, the scent of grass and trees crisp and cool.
In this prolonged wait, fewer and fewer people spoke.
Finally, only Chairman Chen Shu, Professor Zhang, and Su Yaoyao were still talking, while the others had fallen completely silent.
At last, they heard a loud noise above them!
Looking up, they saw two large helicopters slowly descending from above.
"Is support here?"
"Is it the expert team?"
The group all stood up and walked towards the helicopter landing point!
Whoosh...
With a loud noise, two ultra-large helicopters landed.
A group of over a dozen experts jumped out, among them an old acquaintance… Committee Sequence Eight's Artifact Refiner, Tie Shiba!
He wore the committee uniform, tall and strong as always, with a buzz cut and blue stubble, smiling energetically.
He walked forward warmly, shaking hands with those who ca to greet, including Chairman Chen Shu, Su Yaoyao, Wu Qingyun, and Professor Zhang.
"I'm back in West State City, and I see you all again."
After brief pleasantries, they got to the point.
Tie Shiba gestured to the expert team mbers behind him, indicating the various instrunts they were carrying or holding.
"Everyone, please relax.
"Leave the upcoming tasks to us.
"We have brought all the necessary equipnt, and we'll go up first to survey."
...
Fox Mountain, Bronze Hall.
Bai Mo sat behind the desk, holding a teacup and reclining on the sofa in a comfortable position, looking at the image in the white mist hovering in mid-air.
He saw Committee mber Tie Shiba leading a group of experts who had already climbed to the mountaintop. Next to the magma lake, they were busily setting up various instrunts.
Were the people who t with incidents right by this lake?
Bai Mo slightly furrowed his brow, concentrating his attention, focusing on the magma lake.
What exactly is it?
Now that so many people have gathered by the lake, will it act again?
Machine after machine, be it modern technology or ancient bronze vessels, were thodically arranged. Tie Shiba led this survey, directing the experts to use the instrunts and observe data.
"Old Zhang, move the instrunt a bit forward."
"Old Li, take the cotton off the bianzhong."
"Old Wang, be careful, don't get too close to this magma lake."
"Soil by the magma lake, from near to far, take a sample every twenty centiters…"
As he commanded, he moved around, looking here and there, occasionally pulling out his phone to jot down notes in a note-taking app.
Bai Mo zood in to read his notes line by line, finding a few of the most crucial ones.
[...The magma is not produced underground but cos from the Ancient Immortal Dynasty]
Cos from the Ancient Immortal Dynasty?
aning this magma originates from the dream?
[...No traces of living beings detected]
Nothing detected?
Or maybe it's hidden!
[...No Immortal Artifact fluctuations detected]
This aspect was beyond Bai Mo's understanding.
[The dream realm attribute intensity index of the magma lake ets the criteria, identified as a "Junior Dream Realm Overflow Area"]
[The dream realm attribute intensity index of the soil by the lake decreases rapidly; beyond one ter from the lake, it dissolves into a safe range]
Having written this note, Committee mber Tie Shiba breathed a sigh of relief.
"Knowing it's a Junior Dream Realm Overflow Area is enough."
Despite this inspection, they couldn't find the mysterious entity exchanging lifespans… But in fact, all currently known dream realm overflow areas are quite strange, with so mysterious elents, none of which have been identified.
The saying goes, "When there are many lice, you're not afraid of bites," so an inexplicable dream realm overflow area doesn't add much trouble!
After pondering for a mont, he directly contacted Chairman Chen Shu to share information.
[Figured it out, this magma lake is a "Junior Dream Realm Overflow Area"]
[But the pollution range hasn't spread; by the shore, it's already dissipated]
[As long as a few rules are followed, nothing will happen]
He took out a picture he had saved and sent it directly to Chairman Chen Shu.
Bai Mo saw that the picture listed various rules and fraworks.
[One, do not approach the Junior Dream Realm Overflow Area without sunlight shining]
[Two, do not approach the Junior Dream Realm Overflow Area without a group of at least two people and ensuring you remain within your teammate's line of sight]
[Three, an electronic watch must be worn to approach the Junior Dream Realm Overflow Area, and if the watch's timing fluctuates, an alert must be sounded imdiately]
...
Each rule was detailed and ticulous.
But it showed that the committee indeed had experience and could handle this so-called "Junior Dream Realm Overflow Area."
Bai Mo nodded and took another sip of water.
Suddenly, he noticed the bubbling magma didn't seem quite right?
Magma is a special kind of natural dicinal soup, and volcanoes are a special kind of natural alchemy furnace.
Many behaviors of magma naturally align with the characteristics of dicinal soup.
At this mont, Bai Mo focused intently on the peculiar bubbling on the surface of the magma.
"This doesn't follow regular patterns.
"Seems there's sothing foreign inside?
"What could it be?"
Gurgle gurgle... the magma bubbled, with bubbles large and small.
Pop pop... magma bubbles burst, magma spurting.
Bai Mo pondered for a long ti, trying to deduce what lay beneath the magma surface by the bubbles.
"There's definitely sothing, diving deeper into the magma lake.
"The shape of the object… elongated, flat, is it… a hand?"
...
"Master, how about we leave, stop thinking about that hand."
In the cave lit red by the magma.
Little Fatty Wang Yuanbao tried to comfort his master.
But Ancient Bee Immortal, with the severed hand already bandaged, sat by the riverbank in a daze, staring at the magma river, at that blurred boundary of reality and dream, lost in thought.
"Master, let's go, this place is too hot. Let's find a cool cave to rest."
Ancient Bee Immortal shook his head.
"I'm not leaving, I'll stay here."
Wang Yuanbao frowned.
"But… Master… can your hand really co back?"
Ancient Bee Immortal sighed.
"It can't co back…
"It will never co back…"
Unable to sway his master, Wang Yuanbao simply turned and left. The place was too hot, and he felt like he was being roasted!
What he didn't know was that Ancient Bee Immortal was intently watching that blurred boundary between reality and dream in the white mist!
In that small patch of white mist lay a magma river. Outside, too, was the magma river.
And at that mont, in the magma river outside the little patch of white mist, Ancient Bee Immortal's severed hand was trying again and again to return!
But it couldn't succeed!
The hand swam towards the white mist repeatedly, passing through it each ti, but it could only remain in the real world, unable to return to the dream.
Sending the hand out, Ancient Bee Immortal had paid a huge price!
Bringing the hand back… was beyond Ancient Bee Immortal's comprehension, as if no matter what, it couldn't happen.
"Ah… too difficult!"
He sighed in exasperation.
Suddenly, a tremor rippled through the magma river near the white mist.
The tremor seed to follow a pattern, sotis light, sotis heavy, forming a "light" and "heavy" sequence.
It was as though the hand in the real world, by agitating the magma, was causing the ripples to flow back into the dream, relaying information to Ancient Bee Immortal like Morse code!
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