Kacha~ Kacha~ Kacha~
Wang Feng's current physical advantages were fully displayed. After circulating the "Pure Wind Body Tempering Technique," his strength of 9 million catties could be utilized to its fullest.
With a single scoop, the shovel dug three inches deep into the mountain body, a hundred times more efficient than Li Lizhi and the others!
Thinking of this, Yang Hong looked at his attributes again.
Yang Hong: Sixth Prince of the Great Sui Dynasty.
Times for daily灌顶: 20/20
Lifespan: 238/6000
Cultivation: Ten Million Years of Mana (Sealed Golden Core Realm): Strength 9 million catties, Divine Sense 900 li)
Techniques: Pure Wind Breathing Technique 187th layer, Pure Wind Body Tempering Technique 162nd layer
Martial Skills: Earnest Punch, Earnest Saber, Earnest Sword
Spells: Prosperous Rain Technique (Mastered), Salvation Demon Sound (Mastered)...
Domain: Time (11%)
Special Ability: Soul Enhancement
"I'm already this old?"
He was already 238 years old this year. In his previous life, his bones would have long since turned to dust.
Only in a world of immortal cultivation like this could a 238-year-old still be considered a youth.
His cultivation was strongly sealed. Although there were signs of loosening, there was no indication of unsealing.
Fortunately, his two techniques, "Pure Wind Breathing Technique" and "Pure Wind Body Tempering Technique," were still being cultivated and improved.
However, the martial skill numerical options had disappeared, as if his techniques had evolved to their limit.
This was something to be excited about. The highest quality, highest level, and unique techniques were definitely a symbol of strength.
Another point was that his [Time Domain] had improved again. Although it was still far from complete comprehension, Yang Hong could now use the power of this domain in a rudimentary way.
For example, he could instantly accelerate a stone a hundredfold, causing it to decay rapidly.
Unfortunately, the [Time Domain] could not yet accelerate the time of living beings.
"The path of cultivation is long and arduous."
Yang Hong, while digging for Sword Gall Iron Ore, sighed and quickened his pace.
Time flowed rapidly amidst Yang Hong's kacha-kacha digging sounds. In the blink of an eye, three hours passed.
Pfft~
Wang Feng, who had been circulating his techniques in the area of spiritual energy chaos and digging at high intensity, finally couldn't hold it in and spat out a mouthful of blood!
"Husband~ Husband~"
"Master~~"
Zhu Yu Yan and the others rushed over, surrounding Yang Hong.
However, due to the narrowness of the tunnel, only the fastest Zhu Yu Yan could hug Yang Hong from behind. The others could only stay behind her, checking on him with their divine sense.
"Husband, how are you? Why don't you rest for a while."
Holding Yang Hong, Zhu Yu Yan could feel his entire body trembling slightly, his whole being shaking.
"I'm fine, it's just a bit of chaotic mana. As long as I return to a normal spiritual energy zone and recover for a few days, I'll be fine."
Yang Hong waved his hand, not too concerned. He knew his body best. If he could use his true energy and mana here, he could even heal this injury by simply灌顶ing a plant.
"Husband, you can rest now. We've dug more than a mile deeper underground. At this depth, very little sand can shoot in.
Even if sand shoots at us, we can block it with our defensive magical artifacts."
Zhu Yu Yan held Yang Hong's hand and gently persuaded him.
"Mmm~~"
Yang Hong did not answer immediately but used his divine sense to observe the situation outside the mountain.
The world outside was still a yellow-red hue. However, through his divine sense, he could see that the amount of sand and gravel in the world had significantly decreased, and their flying speed had also noticeably slowed down.
It seemed that the intensity of the black despair had weakened.
Seeing the situation improve, Yang Hong breathed a sigh of relief.
"Alright, I'll rest for a while. As long as the intensity of the black despair doesn't increase, we can hide here until it ends."
"Has the black despair ended?"
Mu Xiu Hui, who was behind, said with some uncertainty.
"It's hard to say. The world outside is still yellow-red, and it's uncertain when the black despair will end. However, the intensity of the wind and sand outside has indeed decreased."
"That's good~ That's good~"
Hearing Yang Hong's words, the tense emotions of the eight women relaxed considerably.
"Everyone, put these defensive magical artifacts over your heads and take advantage of this chance to rest. We don't know what might happen next."
Yang Hong perked up and took out over twenty kasayas from his storage ring. All of them were seventh-grade magical artifacts, spoils of war captured from the Immovable Monk in the Five Directions Domain.
The twenty-odd kasayas were spread out in six layers above their heads. Then, they took out the first-grade spiritual fruits, which had little spiritual energy left, and ate them quickly.
At this moment, they needed to restore their strength and prepare for any unexpected situations that might arise.
For a time, the tunnel, illuminated as bright as day by the magical artifacts, was filled only with the sounds of their chewing and their breathing.
In times of tension, time seemed to pass particularly slowly.
"Not good! Something bad might happen!"
After an unknown period, Yang Hong suddenly stood up and grabbed the crescent shovel beside him, smashing it against the cave wall again.
Without any warning, he felt an overwhelming sense of oppression, as if a fatal danger was imminent!
Seeing Yang Hong's tension, the women also became nervous. Zhu Yu Yan quickly asked.
"Husband, what's wrong? Has the black despair erupted again?"
"I don't know, I just feel danger approaching.
Right, these are all the seventh-grade defensive magical artifacts I have. Take them and layer them more. Safety first!"
Yang Hong stopped his actions again and poured out over a hundred kasayas!
The only seventh-grade defensive magical artifacts he had were kasayas. Other armors and robes were at most fifth-grade.
"Okay~ We'll hold them up. Husband, you be careful too."
Without further questions, Zhu Yu Yan and the others immediately distributed the seventh-grade kasayas!
"Dong dong dong~~"
Just as they were almost done distributing them, a series of banging sounds suddenly echoed!
Sand was indeed shooting down again.
Outside the mountain, the sky had already transitioned from yellow-red to a deep crimson, as if the heavens and earth were dyed with blood.
In the mountain tunnel, everyone's faces changed drastically!
"Not good! The black despair has erupted again. Mistresses, give me the kasayas on your bodies, I'll block from behind."
"No~ Let's go forward together. With so many seventh-grade magical artifacts, we can definitely withstand the black despair. We..."
"Give it to her!"
Zhu Yu Yan was about to say more when Wang Feng in front suddenly said in a low voice.
"But~"
"Give it to her~ There's no time to explain."
Yang Hong interrupted again in a hurry, his movements speeding up.
His divine sense had already seen that Mu Xiu Hui's dantian had been pierced by a sudden grain of sand, and she was now reverting to her original form!
It was inconceivable that they had already descended five miles underground, in the depths of the notoriously hard Sword Gall Iron Ore, yet sand could still shoot through such a depth!
And it could pierce the body of a ninth-grade spiritual plant like Mu Xiu Hui?
"Master, take care!"
As she spoke, Mu Xiu Hui's body began to radiate nine-colored light, and a nine-colored peony taller than a person appeared before them.
"Flowers bloom~ Wither!"
The nine-colored light rolled up the 49 seventh-grade kasayas on the ground, transforming into rays of light that shot directly into the mine.
Mu Xiu Hui unleashed all her mana within the earth.
"Xiu Hui, no!"
Zhu Yu Yan cried out in despair, trying to stop her. When the black despair had just descended, she had tried to use her mana and naturally knew the consequences of doing so at this time.
There was no other way but death!
"Master, if there is an afterlife, this servant will still be a bunch of flowers in your pot."
Mu Xiu Hui's voice was gentle yet resolute, her face wearing a smile of infinite longing as she met Yang Hong's gaze through Zhu Yu Yan, Wan Wan, Jia Yuanchun, and Li Xue Feng.
"Don't worry, there will be an afterlife."
Yang Hong nodded with certainty. He himself was someone who had lived through an afterlife.
"Husband, you stop Xiu Hui, she will die."
Yang Hong nodded, then shook his head, and after a moment of thought, he said.
"It's too late."