Primordial Era: A man at the mouth of the Guanjiang River marries the Third Holy Mother.

Chapter 318 Ordinary Iron Objects Break Through a Saint's Daoist Temple?

After thinking for a moment, Yang Chan tightened the distance between herself and Chen Changsheng.

"My husband..."

Then, she gently tugged at Chen Changsheng's sleeve, her beautiful eyes filled with worry.

She was naturally afraid that Chen Changsheng's perception here was wrong and that he might offend the Sage Nuwa.

Hearing Yang Chan's murmur, Chen Changsheng turned to look at her, a determined glint in his eyes, signaling Yang Chan to rest assured.

Upon receiving Chen Changsheng's gaze, Yang Chan slowly released her grip.

Although she didn't sense any treasure aura beneath the seat of the Sage Nuwa, she still subconsciously chose to trust Chen Changsheng.

At the same time, the Sage Nuwa had recovered from her previous astonishment. Her divine heart shifted slightly, and her gaze towards Chen Changsheng held a newfound scrutiny.

What surprised her was...

He had already explored the area with his divine sense as a sage, and there was absolutely no trace of treasure beneath the futon.

Judging from Chen Changsheng's appearance, he seemed very confident.

After a moment's thought, a sense of curiosity arose in the heart of the sage Nuwa.

I also want to see if the facts are really as Chen Changsheng said.

"I didn't expect that the method you practice would also give you such a keen sense of treasures."

"Very well, I will grant you permission to dig."

"If there truly is a treasure buried here that even I, the Saint, have not yet discovered..."

At this point, the sage Nuwa paused slightly, realizing the possibility was extremely slim, and then calmly added:

"That means we are destined to be together."

"The treasures you unearth are yours."

Despite saying this, the saint Nuwa didn't believe in her heart that such a thing could happen.

Chen Changsheng was naturally pleased to see that the Sage Nuwa had agreed.

He was absolutely certain that there was treasure buried beneath that prayer mat.

The worst fear is that the sage Nuwa will prevent him from digging for treasure.

After all, this is the sacred site of Nuwa, and if she doesn't agree, Chen Changsheng has no choice but to accept it.

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty!"

Chen Changsheng said with gratitude, and with a determined heart, he got up and stepped forward.

At the same time, the Sage Nuwa slowly stood up from the futon and came to the side, wanting to see how Chen Changsheng would dig for treasure.

Yang Chan and Ling Zhuzi were also filled with curiosity when they saw this.

Approaching, Chen Changsheng remained calm, then with a flick of his wrist, a jet-black iron shovel appeared in his hand.

Upon seeing the shovel that Chen Changsheng had retrieved, Nuwa, Yang Chan, and Lingzhuzi all fixed their gazes on it.

However, upon closer inspection, the expressions of the three men became quite strange.

"this?"

"Am I seeing things?"

After scrutinizing her, Lingzhuzi's eyes widened, and she said in astonishment:

"Fellow Daoist Chen."

"You...you're not going to tell me you're going to use this to dig for treasure, are you?"

"This is the sacred site of a saint!"

"When the goddess first created this place, the ground was harder than divine metal, and it also contained the invisible laws laid down by the goddess!"

"You mere mortal iron, you probably can't even leave a Dao seal!"

As Lingzhuzi spoke, Yang Chan also looked at Chen Changsheng:

"Husband, you...you're going to use this ordinary iron to dig for treasure, is that...?"

She didn't finish her sentence, feeling that Chen Changsheng taking out a shovel made of ordinary iron to dig for treasure was a bit too frivolous.

At the same time, the sage Nuwa frowned slightly upon seeing this.

Both Lingzhuzi and Yang Chan noticed it; as a sage, she naturally recognized it at a glance.

The shovel that Chen Changsheng had taken in his hand was nothing special; it was just an ordinary, common object.

"What exactly is he trying to do?"

"First, they said that there were treasures and opportunities buried beneath the futon beneath my seat."

"And then you bring out this ordinary iron? With this mundane thing, you think you can dig up my sacred space?"

The sage Nuwa hesitated inwardly, finding Chen Changsheng increasingly unfathomable.

Chen Changsheng didn't offer any explanation for the three people's shock. He simply smiled and then picked up a shovel and started digging into the ground.

"Clang..."

The moment the shovel struck, the three Nuwas present were stunned.

But what they considered an ordinary shovel, under Chen Changsheng's wielding, was actually imbued with countless sage principles, easily breaking open the ground.

"what?"

"This...how is this possible?"

"A shovel made of ordinary iron unearthed the sacred site of a sage?"

Upon seeing this, Lingzhuzi couldn't help but gasp in shock, his expression filled with an overwhelming sense of astonishment.

"My husband... he really dug it open?"

Yang Chan saw this and her face was also full of disbelief.

Just now, she thought it was a bit childish for Chen Changsheng to take out a shovel and dig up the sacred site.

To everyone's surprise, Chen Changsheng actually dug it open.

Upon seeing this, the sage Nuwa's beautiful eyes widened in surprise, a fleeting look of astonishment flashing across her face. She was caught off guard by this sudden turn of events.

Others might not know, but as the owner of this temple, she knew it all too well.

When Nuwa Palace was first created in this outer heaven as her sacred site, everything within it contained her saintly aura.

Even if it were not an ordinary piece of iron, it would not be so easy to break through the Dao field of some innate spiritual treasures.

"How could that be?"

"They dug it open so easily?"

The Sage Nuwa was secretly surprised and then quickly looked at the shovel in Chen Changsheng's hand.

Unfortunately, no matter how much she inquired, the sage Nuwa couldn't find anything unusual about the shovel.

It seemed that it was originally just an ordinary shovel.

Before Nuwa and the other two could recover from their shock, Chen Changsheng had already continued digging with his shovel.

Under Chen Changsheng's shovel, the ground, which was originally as solid as divine metal, was broken open as if a hot knife were cutting through butter.

Besides that, what's even more shocking is...

The sacred Daoist principles and restrictions contained underground were as if they were nothing in front of that shovel, and were directly pierced through.

"This...this is impossible!"

"Could I be seeing things?"

Lingzhu muttered to herself, then quickly raised her hand and rubbed her eyes.

When they looked again, the shovel still had no spirit, no magical fluctuations whatsoever, and was no different from ordinary iron.

This left Lingzhuzi utterly astonished.

"How could this happen?"

"How could a mere iron shovel, made of ordinary iron, pry open the sacred site of a sage?"

Lingzhuzi pondered to himself, completely unable to understand what was going on.

"Um?"

At the same time, a fleeting hint of emotion flashed across the usually serene and composed face of the Sage Nuwa.

She was shocked to see Chen Changsheng dig open her own dojo with an ordinary shovel.

Now, seeing the sage's Daoist aura and restrictions underground being broken through without any hindrance by that shovel, she found it hard to believe.

"How could an ordinary piece of iron possess such miraculous effects?"

"Even the restrictions I set up seemed to be nothing under that shovel?"

The more Nuwa thought about it, the more hesitant she became.