many of them, only about thirty, but they looked calm and collected, clearly having been here for a while.Looking at the figures and attire of these Wan Mo Ling cultivators, they are undoubtedly both...Lu Ye felt a powerful force grab him, dragging him forward involuntarily. Gritting his teeth against the pain in his chest, he asked, "Yang Guan, where are we going"

"Cut the crap!" Yang Guan shouted angrily, walked a few steps, then looked at the mining basket behind Lu Ye: "Throw it away."

Lu Ye didn't dare to disobey. He untied the miner's cage and threw it on the ground, but he didn't throw down his pickaxe. Yang Guan just glanced at him and didn't say anything more.

Go deep into the unknown, the light behind you fading away.

So here, mining, if you don't follow the trail of torches, it's easy to get lost.

Once a commoner, reduced to the status of a mine slave, loses their way in this place, the consequences are easily imaginable.

In the mouths of those who were enslaved in the mines, lit passageways were known as bright roads, while those shrouded in perpetual darkness were called dark roads.

Often there are cases where torches run out, the bright path turns dark, and slave miners lose their way and starve to death.

As Yang Guanxi walked, Lu Ye noticed something strange. Yang Guanxi kept looking back over his shoulder, his expression tense.he spirit realm is unharmed. After all, this place is deep within the Taimang Mountains. Even if a cultivator happened to pass by nearby, they wouldn't necessarily notice anything with Lu Ye's formati...