"How did you survive the catastrophe?"

Yang Yu nodded slightly and asked again.

He has dreamed back to ancient times more than once. Although he has never come into contact with the great gods in the legend, he can still get a glimpse of them from the scattered traces.

Under the catastrophe, even the divine palace will collapse and shatter. It is outrageously difficult to survive the catastrophe.

According to the ancient classics, Qi is the foundation of the Great Dao. If one Qi disappears, nine Qi will be dispersed and all things will disintegrate. No gods, demons or immortals will be an exception.

This is true for people, and so is the magic weapon...

This is evident from the hardships faced by successive generations of the Taiyi Sect’s sect leaders.

He was quite curious as to how the three-legged golden cicada survived.

"...is the master."

The three-legged golden toad was silent for a moment, as if he had recalled something and felt a little depressed:

"The great calamity has come, the stars have withered, the divine palace has collapsed, and the temples of the gods and Buddhas have been shattered one by one..."

The master hated the Patriarch of Immortals and Demons for some reason, but he was still worried. Finally one day, he couldn't bear it anymore and broke through the barrier to pursue the Patriarch of Conquering Demons..."

The little toad was in a low mood, and its voice was slightly trembling, but from between the lines, Yang Yu could sense its resentment towards the master who conquered the demons.

Is he resentful of his owner for abandoning him?

Yang Yu's heart moved slightly, but he did not interrupt, listening to him continue to mention that ancient mysteries, just a few words, are precious.

"Before leaving, the master left all the treasures to me, together with the small cave he asked for...

Let me wait for him here..."

The three-legged golden toad's cheeks couldn't help but bulge, and his mood became more and more depressed:

"He may not come back..."

Next, the little toad answered all questions and was very cooperative. It was completely different from the previous toad. Yang Yu had some doubts, but he still asked questions one by one.

I don’t know how many years this toad has existed in the world, but the magic weapon is different from human beings. Its roots are divine seed and gold and iron, and it can last forever in the world.

Of course, this is also related to the small cave left by its owner.

No matter how small the cave is, it is still a cave. The spiritual energy within may not be able to support the existence of a fairy and demon, but it can allow this magic weapon to survive endless years.

And it was more than a thousand years ago that he woke up from silence...

"...Invisible pulling forces caused the master's small cave to descend into this world... but no one could notice it. No, more than a thousand years ago, an old Taoist came to the temple and offered incense..."

The little toad's cheeks puffed up:

"The old Taoist may not be as good as you in practice, or he may be too careful. No matter what you do, I won't give you guidance..."

Sloppy Taoist...

Yang Yu knew it in his heart.

Thousands of miles away, he naturally couldn't hear what Yu Baimei was saying, but after thinking about it for a moment, he understood most of it.

That old Taoist must be a sloppy Taoist, and he also noticed something strange about this ancient temple, but he didn't get close.

For some unknown reason, the little toad tells everything he knows. Sometimes Yang Yu doesn't even ask, but he tells it and reveals a lot of things.

Finally, it expressed its desire:

"Fan...as long as you take me out, ancestor...I can help you embark on the path to immortality and Buddha, the path to immortality!

It will also allow you to find magic weapons left behind by ancient gods and demons!”

This, is its purpose?

Yang Yu was not surprised, but he also had some doubts. Even though this little toad had been sleeping before, it had been more than a thousand years since he woke up, and he didn't look like he had a city...

The intelligence of magic weapon spirits is so low?

"Okay, I promise you."

Yang Yu agreed wholeheartedly.

He was not planning to practice this three-legged golden toad, because more magic weapons were never better.

Any magic weapon needs to be nourished by spiritual energy, and even if it is the ten masters, the amount of spiritual energy they can absorb is limited.

Even with the support of the spiritual energy in the Blue Water Cold Pond Picture, he has already reached his limit in caring for the acquired human seed bag and golden dragon shears.

Not to mention, Yi Tongyou saw the disadvantages of Ji Lian, the little toad...

But he will never let go of this treasure. Not to mention its ability to attract wealth, the mere spirit of the magic weapon, which has been passed down from ancient times, is enough for him to cherish and value it.

The little toad was immediately overjoyed and croaked several times, while Yang Yu pretended not to care and asked:

"By the way, what do you call your master?"

In the joy of seeing the light of day again, the little toad was unprepared and blurted out:

"My master was once one of the five hundred spiritual officials under the command of the Patriarch of Conquering Demons. He had vast supernatural powers, boundless magic power, and was known as the king..."

The words stopped abruptly.

The little toad's cheeks puffed up, and anger flashed in the mung bean eyes:

"You asked me what my master's name was, and what he wanted it to be."

Spirit officer?

Surnamed Wang?

Yang Yu's heart moved, and then he smiled, grabbed the little toad in his hand, and turned around, except for this tiny cave:
Chapter completed!