Let's start by analyzing the sun

In the blink of an eye.

The torrent swept past with unimaginable speed.

Two avatars reappeared.

They were not dead.

This was another wonderful use of the Space Sundering Mystic Seal – spatial interlayers.

Simply put.

Just as the torrent roared over, the two avatars created a spatial interlayer out of thin air, hiding within it.

If the torrent was likened to water flowing through a pipe, the spatial interlayer would be like a small pinhole in the pipe wall.

Subsequently.

The spatial interlayer collapsed.

The avatars reappeared.

Cheng Han watched this scene, a satisfied smile on his face.

Although it was only a first-order Space Sundering Mystic Seal, if used properly, the effect was better than expected.

After that.

The two avatars manipulated the power of space, like fish swimming into the sea, advancing towards the stars ahead.

Along the way.

They avoided one dangerous torrent after another.

However.

An accident still occurred.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Two consecutive torrents surged up.

One of the avatars disappeared without a trace.

This time.

It was a complete disappearance.

There was no way around it.

The ability of the first-order Mystic Seal was limited, and the duration of the spatial interlayer was quite short.

The avatar dodged the first torrent, but was hit head-on by the second.

"Ah~"

Cheng Han couldn't help but cry out in pain.

The core of the avatar was a wisp of his soul power.

The avatar being smashed into slag by the torrent was equivalent to a permanent loss of soul power.

Cheng Han felt waves of stinging pain in his brain and muttered, "That's a big loss!"

Actually, this wasn't a huge loss.

With his current powerful soul origin and over 900 points of mental strength, he could probably recover this wisp of soul power in about half a month.

The rest of the void journey.

Luck seemed to have improved a lot.

The remaining avatar successfully avoided one dangerous torrent after another.

Three hours later.

The distance between the avatar and the small world was greatly reduced.

Cheng Han conducted a deduction at the right time.

The result came out quickly – this was a small world called "Sand Maze World".

Just from the name, it could be judged that this world was filled with endless yellow sand, and the environment was exceptionally harsh.

Most of the small worlds previously discovered by the avatar were not very friendly to life.

Obviously.

This was a common problem of remote small worlds.

However.

The All-Knowing Eye also captured a strange aura.

Cheng Han blinked, and a feeling arose in his heart: "Why do I feel like this is an aura deliberately released by someone?"

This had never happened in the small worlds found before.

There was obviously a big problem here.

Cheng Han pondered for a while, and muttered with a strange expression, "Could it be that the Divine Generals have come looking for me?"

If other Mystic Overseers were stranded in foreign lands, the Divine Generals might directly give up on the rescue.

After all, the Myriad Hao race really didn't lack a Mystic Overseer, one less was one less.

It didn't matter!

However, with the merits he had established, directly changing the Myriad Hao race's war methods, greatly increasing the war potential of the race.

Even Divine Monarch Zhang Han had remembered his name.

The Divine Generals had a high probability of spending energy to rescue him.

The more Cheng Han thought about it, the more he felt it was the case: "Only two months have passed, the Divine Generals wouldn't give up the search so easily."

After more than a year, the Divine Generals might just go to sleep.

His right hand trembled slightly, and an extremely dim green spot of light appeared on his fingertip.

The light spot flickered, as if it might go out at any time.

This was the aura captured by the All-Knowing Eye.

Just then.

An anomaly occurred.

"Swish~"

The sound of countless petals rubbing together, like the roar of a tide, rang out.

A phantasm flashed before Cheng Han's eyes – a boundless sea of flowers appeared around him.

After a short moment.

The phantasm disappeared.

A bright white hall returned.

Cheng Han was greatly startled, and his gaze immediately drifted to the flower pattern on his right arm.

This was an anomaly of the Myriad Second Spirit Banyan Pistil.

As if struck by enlightenment, a realization surged in his heart: "I understand! This is not an aura, but a message!"

Cheng Han's expression became excited: "If I guessed correctly, the Myriad Second Spirit Banyan Pistil should also have the function of a 'cipher machine'."

To put it more specifically.

This wisp of aura was essentially an encrypted message, but the difficulty of cracking it was extremely high.

I'm afraid that even ordinary gods could not see through its mysteries.

And the Myriad Second Spirit Banyan Pistil from the core of the Divine Banyan tree, likely played the role of a "cipher machine", which could crack the information.

After a breath.

His guess was proven.

A little bit of refreshing green light overflowed from the surface of his arm, condensing into an elegant flower bud, the surface with extremely dense mystic patterns.

Cheng Han had an urge to laugh three times: "I guessed right!"

Speaking of which.

Communication between different spaces was inherently a heaven-defyingly difficult thing.

And the Myriad Second Spirit Banyan Pistil was an existence at the level of a divine object.

This object recorded all the floral fragrances of this plane, and floral fragrance was naturally a means of communication, it wouldn't be surprising if it had the ability to penetrate space.

Cheng Han was both admiring and surprised: "The means of the Myriad Hao race's experts are much more powerful than I expected."

He also "tsk tsk"ed a few times: "I thought the All-Knowing Eye had analyzed the Myriad Second Spirit Banyan Pistil to a great extent, I didn't expect there was still this trick."

Soon.

The flower bud slowly bloomed.

A beautiful flower appeared.

An extremely rich fragrance spread out, lingering around the flower, but it didn't disperse.

Just by smelling the fragrance, Cheng Han felt a sense of rejuvenation.

He checked his mental value again.

It really was "rejuvenated".

It was 762.4/924.5 just now.

Now it was 785.2/924.5 points.

It recovered 22.8 points.

This data showed how powerful the divine object was.

Cheng Han tentatively stretched out a finger and lightly touched the illusory flower.

The next second.

A slightly hoarse male voice rang in his mind: "Lost guide, please listen to the language of myriad flowers!"

Cheng Han couldn't help but grin.

Sure enough, they were looking for me!

The person sending the message must be a Divine General.

Out of concern for secrecy, the Divine General carefully used a code.

The "lost" in it naturally referred to him being stranded in another small world;

The "guide" in it came from the name of the Flower Cloud Mother race of the Gloomy Mire World – the future guide.

The "language of myriad flowers" was undoubtedly the cross-border communication function of the Myriad Second Spirit Banyan Pistil.

Cheng Han suppressed the excitement in his heart, and had another guess: "This Divine General actually has the ability to find the Sand Maze World, it is likely that he cultivates a space-type divine seal."

Space-type mystic seals were extremely rare seals.

It was estimated that there were not many Divine Generals in the entire Myriad Hao race who had mastered space-type divine seals.

He sighed softly, and sincerely muttered, "Thank you, Divine General Lan Yun!"

It was obvious.

It must be Divine General Lan Yun who was running around, which allowed him to invite a space-type Divine General, wandering in remote small worlds sending messages.

*

Infinitely far away.

A small world with yellow sand filling the sky.

A thin figure wrapped in a black robe was walking alone.

"Creak!"

"Creak!"

He stepped on the yellow sand, making rhythmic sounds.

"Whoosh!"

A gale swept past.

Sand and dust rose.

Looking towards the distance.

More than a hundred kilometers away.

Only a dark mass of yellow sand could be seen, already obscuring most of the sky.

Without a doubt.

A terrifying sandstorm was about to arrive.

At this time.

The thin figure suddenly stopped.

He looked at the sandstorm and sighed a long breath: "This is simply like looking for a needle in a haystack!"

This guy started muttering again: "That little kid fell into the spatial turbulence, it is estimated that he has been smashed to pieces long ago, yet the people of the Void Wind World are still unwilling to give up."

The thin figure took another step: "I will look for a few more months, searching twenty small worlds, it can be considered an explanation."

Just then.

This person suddenly felt something, and stopped abruptly.

He moved his right hand, and a hazy green light appeared in his hand out of thin air.

"Swish!"

An illusory sound came.

A large puff of light spots scattered out, turning into a flower.

A male voice full of excitement came from the flower: "The lost traveler has heard the call, and hereby offers greetings to you."

The thin figure was dumbfounded.

This was that kid's response?

That kid really wasn't dead?

Thanks to big boss 'Dao Xing Monk' for the ten thousand reward.

I will add a chapter later.