Zhang Chen’s eyes were fixed on the stone tablet, seeing countless red threads flickering on it, yet no experience points fell to the ground.
"Damn it! The stone tablet wants to run!" Zhang Chen thought for a moment, his mind stirred: "Could it be that I damaged the stone tablet, and it can’t withstand it anymore, so it wants to escape?"
Then Zhang Chen stepped forward, trying to drag the stone tablet back, but unfortunately, the stone tablet weighed a thousand pounds, completely beyond Zhang Chen’s ability to move it.
"It tried to sink into the ground earlier, I dug it out, maybe it knows it can’t burrow now, and it’s thinking of running away?" Zhang Chen looked at the stone tablet with a hint of surprise in his eyes. The next moment, Golden Light burst from within him, and he pressed his palms against it.
The Light of the True God kept bursting forth, yet still no experience points dropped. At this moment, Zhang Chen didn’t care about experience points temporarily because greater temptation awaited him. He wanted to see if something ultimate would drop after he killed this strange creature.
The Golden Light shot out repeatedly, countless red threads flickered and were then wiped away by the Golden Light. After a long time, Zhang Chen stopped his actions, opened his Dharma Eye to look at the stone tablet in front of him, with a thoughtful look in his eyes: "It seems like there’s no change!"
After toiling for half a day, the stone tablet remained the same, as if there was no change at all.
"Could it be that the damage the strange creature can take is limited? Once a certain limit is reached, it will no longer take damage? Or is it simply unkillable, impossible to erase?" Zhang Chen’s eyes examined the stone tablet, scanning up and down, left and right, finding indeed no changes.
He was puzzled, could the strange creature really be unkillable?
Or is it that his Golden Light Energy level is too low to erase the stone tablet in front of him?
Unable to kill the strange stone tablet?
"If I can’t kill the strange stone tablet, I’m in big trouble. I’ve caused enough fuss with it, it’s probably already a bitter enemy. If I can’t erase the stone tablet, won’t I be forever confined in the small village, watching the stone tablet day and night to prevent it from recovering Primordial Qi?" Zhang Chen felt his scalp tingle at this thought.
What frightened him the most was, what if he let his guard down in the future and allowed the stone tablet to recover its Primordial Qi? Then he would be waiting for its revenge!
More importantly, the stone tablet can move, it can flee! Although it moves slowly, as long as it keeps going, one day it could fall into a river or gorge, thus completely escaping Zhang Chen’s restraint.
By then, the stone could return to the sea, and once it recovers its Primordial Qi, it will be Zhang Chen who suffers.
"Why don’t I just chisel the stone tablet to pieces?" Zhang Chen suddenly slapped his thigh, an idea flashing in his mind. He felt he had been too stupid; he didn’t just have skills, he also had physical attacks!
If the Golden Light can’t affect the stone tablet, he still has a chisel! As long as he chisels the stone tablet to pieces, won’t that solve the problem?
Determined to act, Zhang Chen rummaged through his basket for a chisel and a hammer, his eyes full of eagerness as he looked at the stone tablet in front of him. The next moment, he picked up the chisel and struck.
"Clang~"
With one strike, Zhang Chen felt his tendons and bones tingling, his palms growing numb, yet not a single chip of stone fell.
"What a hard stone tablet, probably harder than steel," Zhang Chen’s eyes were filled with seriousness as he looked at it.
Surely, some stone chips should have fallen with that strike, but who would have thought the stone tablet would not react at all, not a single piece chipped off.
"The material of this stone tablet is quite extraordinary," Zhang Chen studied the stone tablet thoughtfully, picking up the chisel again for a few more strikes, yet the stone tablet remained immovable, sustaining no damage.
"The idea of chiseling the stone tablet to pieces will fall through, it’s truly a strange entity, ordinary things can’t harm it at all," Zhang Chen pondered, considering the gunpowder at his waist, but then quickly dismissed the thought. Simple gunpowder wouldn’t affect the stone tablet unless a hole was drilled into it to fill with gunpowder, using the extreme air pressure of ignition to shatter the stone. But if Zhang Chen could drill holes in the stone, he wouldn’t need explosives; he’d chisel it open himself.
"Time is running out for me, I have to shatter it before it runs away. If it escapes, it’ll be my misfortune," Zhang Chen’s eyes scrutinized the stone tablet up and down, countless ideas flickering in his mind: "If cutting doesn’t work, then let’s try burning!"
Burning the stone is a common method for the people to mine stone, using expansion and contraction to crack it open.
Zhang Chen no longer cared about experience points now; if the stone tablet escapes, he’d be in big trouble.
Zhang Chen left the tomb, then went to the woods to collect firewood. Before long, he had gathered a huge pile, placing the stone tablet at the center of the firewood pile, covering it completely and setting it on fire.
The space inside the underground tomb was too small, and Zhang Chen couldn’t withstand the high temperature. He withdrew when the firewood was ignited.
"The firewood will probably burn for four or five hours," Zhang Chen estimated briefly, then turned to leave to feed his bees and check on his Hunting Falcon.
Zhang Chen reached the cave where the Hunting Falcon stood proudly in its cage, its eyes filled with defiance, not even touching the meat placed beside it.
Zhang Chen didn’t mind; he knew eagles are proud creatures and would starve themselves to death if not handled correctly.
He wasn’t worried, activating his Beast Control Technique, then opening the basket to command the Hunting Falcon to jump out. He smeared honey on the falcon’s wings, and it rose, touching the top of the cave, smearing the honey up there.
Then Zhang Chen took out a duck, processed it, and commanded the Hunting Falcon to eat half before putting it back into the basket.
He would only feed the falcon fresh meat to prevent illness, given the scorching weather, meat would spoil overnight.
As for the spoiled meat from yesterday? Zhang Chen hadn’t wasted it either, collecting it to feed his bees, who weren’t picky and would eat slightly spoiled meat.