"Yun Yan, let it go! Otherwise, it'll be incredibly painful!" Lan Hong Zhuang softly said, "That day, Su Chen's body wasn't found—because under Su Chen's self-detonation, not even his corpse remained. The blood mist pervading the air was Su Chen's."
Song Yunyan fell silent, tears streaming uncontrollably.
Beside her, Heyue Nishang didn't cry, but her delicate fists were clenched tightly. No one could guess what she was thinking.
Time drifted by.
A thousand martial cultivators hardly knew what rest was, tirelessly laboring away.
Earth, rocks, and so forth were continuously excavated and transported up from an enormous pit.
Within one day, they had already dug three thousand meters.
The speed truly was astonishing.
However, this was only the first day; during the initial excavation stage, it was simpler to transport the unearthed soil above, enabling faster digging speeds.
Next, as they continued to delve deeper, the pace would undoubtedly slow down.
