Wang Xiaomiao felt puzzled in her heart, but a ray of light slowly rose in the light of the star core, and condensed into a statue somewhere on the surface, standing there quietly.

‘Take him here.’

Such words echoed in his heart, Wang Xiaomiao was stunned, but the dreams around him quietly disappeared.

When I opened my eyes, I was still a propaganda poster of my brother. The young Taoist priest standing proudly on the top of the mountain with his sword seemed to be glowing around him.

She suddenly reflected on her face, turned around and rushed to the desk in her room, took out a map of her hometown in the drawer, and based on her undisappeared memory, she made a mark somewhere on the map.

"Take my brother here? Or what does it mean?"

Wang Xiaomiao rubbed her eyebrows, suddenly thought of something, and ran out with her slippers.

"Telecommunication! Instructor Zhang! Help me send a telegram to my hometown back!"

A corner of this base suddenly became busy, and the old man Lin Yuan, who had been in charge of helping the people in the cultivation world in Xinghaimen, was quickly called;

Zhang Zikuang rushed to the vicinity of the Buddha with an encrypted document.

Half a month later, I replied to my hometown.

After detailed surveys in the area marked by Wang Xiaomiao, they dug a hundred meters high in the underground strata...

The statue of the God Nuwa.
Chapter completed!