A group of Oriole (1)
Not long ago, the weathered elder had entrusted Tang Zhen to throw a handful of sand at the ancient venerable.
As long as the sand touched him, it meant that the mission was completed, and he didn't need to care about anything else.
Tang Zhen had already seen it. It was just a handful of ordinary sand and there was nothing special about it.
It was just some ordinary items, but when placed in a special environment, they would explode with incredible power.
It was like a virus that would grow and spread at an incredible speed until it was enough to take the life of an infected person.
The seemingly ordinary yellow sand was increasing at an extremely fast speed, trying to engulf the altar.
The handful of sand that Tang Zhen had thrown out was equivalent to the world's consciousness breaking through the restrictions of the rules and successfully descending to the bottom of the crystal mine.