Shen Hao was flying over the clouds, searching for the dagger using Mo Han's power.
"Hey, old man!"
"Hmmm?"
"Tell me one thing — what exactly is that dagger?"
"It's actually the dagger of my first disciple. It was forged with a very rare material on Earth, found only in the core, and its melting point is the same as the temperature of the core. He made it through 277 years of continuous refining, combining it with air and wind, with my help and his nonstop cultivation. He used it to conquer many empires and countries, defeating countless opponents on Earth. But when his death arrived, he buried it deep near the core again so it wouldn't get in the wrong hands. Only those worthy can take it. Even I didn't know exactly where he hid it, but I can't believe it's here, of all places."
"Oh, I see. So that's how it is. But why did it appear now of all times?"
"It may be because of the abnormal tectonic activities happening nowadays in the Earth's core. It might have thrown it out, and when it touched the air, it got excited and released its energy, which must have gone out of control and created this tornado!"
"But how can an object get excited?!" Shen Hao asked with curiosity.
"Well, it's simple really. If you condense a very high level of Qi energy into an object, and that energy remains inside it for at least one million years according to Earth's time standards, then the Qi energy will start its transformation and convert into life energy. Then the object containing it will also gain artificial life and an artificial soul which can grow based on its user's cultivation."
"So then how did it make a tornado like this and maintain it if it needs the user's energy?!" Shen Hao asked Mo Han with concern.
"As I said, right now it is overflowing with the energy stored inside it and also the energy it absorbed from the Earth's core for the past 1 million+ years. It is using it right now, and the energy is leaking at its full potential. So even if we don't find it and even if we are unable to acquire it today, it will eventually run out of energy in a couple of days," Mo Han replied.
"I see!" Shen Hao said.
Then suddenly he started to see something on the outskirts of the tornado. He asked Mo Han:
"Hey old man! Can you describe how the dagger looks again?"
"Well, its length should be around 10 to 12 inches, and its width should be at max 1 inch. It should be light brown or the color of dirt, and if it's alive, it should have an eye at its center."
"But why did you ask?" Mo Han asked, curious and confused.
He pointed ahead and said to Mo Han:
"I think I might have found what we were looking for."