As Zhang Chen and Zhou Qiucheng, along with the other scholars, walked towards the center of the world, they saw from afar the center of the Crystal World, where a stone platform was built. Suspended on the stone platform was a small, grayish, seemingly old and broken stick.
"What is this thing?" Shen Qiu showed a curious expression: "A rotten stick? It doesn't seem to have any Mysterious Power, how can it be considered a treasure?"
Zhou Qiucheng stroked his chin and beard upon hearing this and said with a smile: "This is not a mere rotten stick, but a measuring rod."
"A rod?" Everyone looked at each other, filled with interest, and gathered forward to take a closer look.
Zhang Chen carefully observed the rod and found that it was covered with pits and hollows, oil stains, and dust as if transcending time and space, remaining untouched after thousands of years. It seemed as if it was covered in filth, and the scale on the rod was blurred as well.
