my body has no limits

Chapter 644 Space Core
Yang Ding was not in a hurry to meet these aborigines.

Although they seem to be a kind of "person", they are still very different from the human beings that Yang Ding knows.

These humanoids walk upright on two feet, but they don't wear shoes, and they have only four toes, and the roots are connected together.

The same is true for both hands. Each hand has only four fingers, and the bases of the fingers are also connected by a thin film, much like a web.

This has already surprised Yang Ding, there are actually a group of aboriginal people with webs living in the desert. Could it be that this place was once an ocean?
Secondly, the skin and appearance of these aborigines are very different from normal humans, and they don't have obvious animal characteristics like orcs. They can be regarded as a relatively peculiar subhuman race.

Yang Ding named them "Sand People".

"Whatever they were called before, I'll call them the Sandmen anyway."

Yang Ding followed these sand people quietly, wanting to observe their living habits and settlements secretly.

In the next few days, Yang Ding followed the sandmen, watching them hunt, eat, pick, sleep (normal sleep)...

And in the dead of night, he also entered the Sacrifice Hall of the Sandman, which was an empty thatched hut.

It is rare to use wood as a support inside.

These sand people worship the desert god of death and the sun.

The sandman tribe that Yang Ding observed mainly worships the sun god, so the statue of the sun god is placed in the sacrificial hall.

But they also respect the desert god of death very much. There is a smaller thatched hut next to the sacrificial hall, which enshrines the desert god of death.

The beliefs of these sand people are somewhat special. They believe in a main god and also believe in a secondary god at the same time.

Strictly speaking, they should be the two main gods (in the sandman world), but they are believed to be the main (secondary) gods because of different tribes.

Sand people did not have books, but they were recorded on animal skins and stone slabs, and the writing on them was a language that Yang Ding did not know.

Nonsense, Yang Ding is not one of those wizards. He has a witchcraft that knows all things. A touch of his forehead will bring back everything. Of course he doesn't know the sandman's writing.

Moreover, according to Yang Ding's observation, not many of these sand people know these characters.

It seems that only the priests and pre-priests and a handful of people in the tribe could read and write the script.

Fortunately, Yang Ding didn't have to read all the written records in this space this time. Of course, if it can be better, it doesn't matter if it can't.

Because he has found his purpose.

For half a month, Yang Ding observed the lives of the Sandman tribe first discovered and learned their language and characters.

Language is easy to learn, and Yang Ding's brain, which has broken through the limit several times, can quickly learn this knowledge.

Compared with the language, the learning progress of the sand people's characters is much behind.

Because the sand people rarely use these words on a daily basis.

If there is no opportunity to learn, of course you will not learn fast.

After learning the basic sandman language, Yang Ding quietly left the sandman tribe, just as he came quietly, he waved his hand and bid farewell to the first sandman friend he met in this space.

"Although we have never met, I still wish you well, my friends!"

Standing in the darkness, Yang Ding waved his hands in the direction of the Sandman Tribe, then turned and walked into a darker place.

One month later, Yang Ding left this oasis, which was very large and small at the same time.

It accommodates more than 80.00% of the sandmen and more than 60.00% of other creatures in this space.

But it is still too small compared with the vast desert, like an isolated island in the sea, which may be submerged under the sea surface by a tsunami at any time.

Yang Ding already knew why there was a desert in the west in the worlds he had experienced before.

The sand, like him, is a foreign visitor.

After observing for so long, Yang Ding finally knew what the core of this space was.

Every small space has a core, and this core is usually only hidden in the most secret place deep in the space.

It is only possible to be captured when the small space is destroyed.

Of course, there are always accidents. Under unusual circumstances, the core of the space may also be exposed.

For example, right now, several small spaces are merging, causing the deep space to fluctuate sharply.

The spatial core will come out from the hidden place and hide in a relatively shallow place.

The core of the space without the birth of world consciousness has no wisdom, and it doesn't even have a sense of crisis.

This gave Yang Ding an excellent opportunity to capture the core of the space.

What's the use after capturing the space core.

Generally, except for extraordinary people who are good at the laws of space, these space cores are really useless.

Precious but useless.

This is the evaluation of the space core by the non-space transcendent before.

But now, Yang Ding has found the usage of the space core.

So the more space cores he finds, the more sure he is about his plan.

That's why he said with some regret: "Three opportunities were wasted!"

This time he will seize the opportunity tightly.

"From the words of those sandmen, it can be inferred that the core of the space should have been exposed. I would be a fool if I didn't take it!"

Yang Ding is heading towards the holy land that the Sha population calls, where the legendary godhead of the sun god resides.

Bullshit!

Leaving aside whether the Sun God that Sand population speaks of exists, even if he exists, it is impossible to leave a godhead.

Yang Ding has never heard of a god with a small space who can leave a godhead.

"Besides the space core, what else is more like a godhead?"

Yang Ding showed a slight smile.

This space exploration journey is simply unbelievable.

It took almost no effort to find clues to the core of the space.

This luck...

Tut tut, invincible!

It is easy to find the clues, and even easier to capture the core of the space.

As the sanctuary of sand people, no sand people can stop Yang Ding.

He just needs to enter the Holy Land unknowingly, then follow his intuition, and easily find a crystal clear hexahedron.

"This is the core of Sandman Space!"

Holding the space core tightly in his hands, feeling the warmth above, Yang Ding still couldn't believe it.

This is how he found a space core?
"Speaking out, I'm afraid it will piss off a lot of people."

Yang Ding quietly left from the other side of the holy land. As long as the space core in his hand is not destroyed, taking it away will not have much impact on the Sandman space.

And without this core, the sandman space might become even better.

So Yang Ding took the core without any guilt.

Go west, go west, go west...

Next is the familiar journey of Yang Ding.

all the way west...

"I don't know if this space fusion happened naturally or was it spawned by someone?

If it is artificially spawned, then you have to be more careful. "

If someone really wanted to promote spatial integration and then profit from it, then Yang Ding's act of taking the spatial core has greatly damaged their interests.

This is a profit enough to make one's eyes turn red and one's mind go crazy.

Yang Ding, be careful!
(End of this chapter)