A vast and vast Terran continent

Towering mountains, covered in green mist, straight and majestic under the cliffs. A young man of only seven or eight years old, with a childish face and a young body, staggered and struggled on the plank road between the cliffs. A tattered coarse linen shirt concealed the mottled and scattered blood stains on the flesh, the shoulder-length open cuffs, revealing the blood-stained arms, and the immature right arm was imprinted with a deeply piercing text: slave!

The boy carried a bamboo basket on his back, which was very different from his body, and the bamboo basket arms were tightly buckled into the thin shoulder muscles of the boy. The little face with no polish and moist breathing still showed unyielding stubbornness.

The boy struggled to breathe, his teeth clenched, and his pale mouth occasionally swallowed weakly. In between stopping, the young man raised his forehead with sweat droplets, delicate eyebrows, a pair of gray but unwilling to lose color, looking at the stars and the vast sky, the mountains that were blocked by the cold mist.

Above the green clouds, the goshawk crossed the peaks, overlooking the small, slow-moving figures on the cliff trestle, and rushed into the clouds with a sad cry. "Huh~" The sigh-like cry echoed in the misty mountains, and the sound lingered for a long time......

The sound was in his ears, and the young man stopped and forgot to step, looking in a trance. "Pop", a vicious whip shadow flashed into the corner of his eye with a wind-like whistling, and landed fiercely on the young man's blood-stained arm with lightning speed. A bloody whiplash was newly split from the dark red blood marks, and a strong, hot and hot pain pulled the young man's mind from the ethereal Penglai back to the bleak real world......

"Let's go! Don't be a mother-in-law, don't think about eating today if you can't finish it!" Behind the young man, a stout, meaty-faced, armored man, holding a mighty whip, glared angrily at the young man and shouted loudly.

The slave porters who passed by around threw sympathetic and helpless glances at the young man, and then they could only choose to move forward silently, without a word, leaving only a string of deep sighs......

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..... Master Bing, Qiye is still just a child, you adults don't care about villains, let this child go. An old man with a yellow face and thin muscles, a rickety body and a shriveled body, walked quickly to the young man through the crowd, bent down between the young man and the man, and hurriedly stepped forward to plead.

"Hmph, old man is not dead, Lao Tzu sees that you are tired of living, what qualifications do you have to intercede for him?" the soldier seemed to refuse to give up, and after speaking, he wanted to raise his thick arms again to swing the leather whip out.

Seeing that the soldier refused to give up, the old man hurriedly took out a rusty round square-hole copper coin from the pocket of his cloth coat, stuffed it into the soldier's hand without hesitation, and pleaded with a pleading face: "A little caution, I hope that the soldier Haihan, you don't remember the villain, spare this ignorant child." ”

The soldier swept the copper coin in his hand with contempt, and the hand that was about to swing the leather whip was slowly put down, and snorted coldly: "Hmph, even if you know each other, this time Lao Tzu will let him go, take him and get out quickly! ”

"Yes, yes, thank you...... Let's go" The old porter hurriedly bent down and nodded in thanks as if he was about to be amnestied, then turned around and pulled the silent young man to the side, and hurriedly left the soldier's side.

After the two had walked briskly forward for some distance, the young man named Seven Nights said to the old porter gratefully and earnestly:

"Thank you, Grandpa Luo Mu, for letting you spend money for the seven nights this time. But don't worry, I'll definitely return your copper coins to you later. ”

His voice, though immature, was sincere, innocent and determined. And the copper coins in his mouth were the rare herbs that their slave porters occasionally found in mountain streams, cliffs, or caves, and brought to the military service station in the mining shed camp at the bottom of the mountain, in exchange for a few copper coins. And if the soldiers find that they have hidden herbs and do not hand them in, not only will the herbs be confiscated, but they will also be beaten badly.

"Is it okay, does the wound hurt?" asked the old porter, looking at Nanaya's bleeding arm, with concern.

"It's okay, I'm thick-skinned, this injury is nothing. Qiye smiled innocently and then wiped the blood from his arm, but his eyebrows were still slightly wrinkled.

"Ahem, ahem...... , good boy, don't worry about copper coins. Let's pay it back when we have a chance in the future, so let's hurry up. The old porter saw the stubbornness of the seven nights, and couldn't bear to pierce it, and smiled kindly, and the old man's voice was accompanied by an unstoppable cough.

"Hmm!" Qiye stood side by side with the old porter, sensibly supporting the old man slightly, and walked towards the depths of the mountain range covered by clouds.

In this mountain range, there are several mines that mine spirit stones, and tens of thousands of mine slaves carry porters back and forth, passing through the long and dangerous mountains and valleys. The porters were slaves who were escorted by the lord of the city in charge of the area to mine spirit stones for them, and when they worked hard to carry the spirit stones in the mountains, they were often accompanied by the danger of being devoured by wild beasts, falling down, and at the same time enduring disease and hunger, severe cold and heat, and the torture and exploitation of soldiers.

These slaves who work here seem to have been abandoned by fate, and their fate is endless and miserable. And they will never be able to leave this hellish valley on earth for the rest of their lives, until the last drop of blood in their lives is drained, and only death is the last and only relief for these slave porters.

A spirit mine mountain range is buried with countless slave porters, and those ore spirit stones that are desperately carried out of the mountains by the porters are refined into "spirit stones" with higher quality and stronger purity, which are used to improve the strength of the city lord. Then they continued to conquer, conquer and plunder, and the plundered wealth continued to consolidate their position, and the dead were unfortunately reduced to slaves and driven by the victors, mining spiritual mines for them to plunder and repeat.

On this continent, the spiritual mine refers to the ancient mountain range that contains all kinds of rich heaven and earth aura. Since the birth of this continent, countless origin mountain ranges have continuously absorbed the energy of the stars contained in the universe desolation, and over the years, hundreds of millions of years, the rocks inside the mountain range have gradually formed spiritual energy crystals, which has become a spiritual ore that has been fought for by countless people.

The degree of spiritual energy contained in the spirit ore is generally between 10% and 60%, and more than 60% is called "spiritual vein". Those with a spiritual energy content of 10%-30% are called "low-grade spiritual mines", 30%-50% are called "medium-grade spiritual mines", and 50%-60% are called "high-grade spiritual mines".

In addition to the quality grade, there are also differences in the size of the reserves: those with reserves of less than 5 million spirit stones are called "small spirit mines", those with 5 million to 10 million are called "medium-sized spirit mines", and those with more than 10 million are called "large spirit mines".

The mined spirit stone can only become a spirit stone after a deeper level of processing. The so-called processing is to refine all the spiritual energy in the mineral spirit stone through a specific container or formation, and then condense the spiritual energy into a spirit stone crystal. The refined spirit stones are divided into four levels according to the degree of spiritual power: mortal spirit stones, thousand-grade spirit stones, superb spirit stones and ten thousand ancient spirit stones.

Whether it is soul cultivation, physical body forging, or weapon refining, spirit stones have unrestricted and wide application, which is why they attract countless people. Even the emperor and the emperor are crazy to mine in order to enrich their spiritual power and maintain their majestic rule. An ordinary mountain range needs to be nourished by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for tens of millions of years before it can form a low-level spiritual mine. And if the mountain range can reach hundreds of millions, billions, or even tens of billions of years, it can form a spirit ore with purer spiritual power, which is called "spiritual vein".

The spirit mine where Qiye is located is a small low-grade spirit mine, which is the raw material for refining a spirit stone with cold attributes, the cold spirit stone. This kind of spirit stone is contained in a cold place, as clear and cold as white jade, and the white mist is surrounded by clouds. It's just that in this mine, the spiritual power is not so pure, the spiritual power of the cold spirit stone wrapped in the rock is only about 10%, and even if it is mined, it will take many refining times to get a slight piece of spirit stone in a ton of ore. The Cold Spirit Stone is an important cultivation resource for cultivating ice water attribute spirit masters to enhance their spiritual power, and this spirit mine is located in the far north corner of this vast and endless Terran continent, in the ruling range of a city called "Cold Spirit City", the city lord who rules Cold Spirit City, Han Qi, is a war soul-level ice spirit master.

At this time, Qiye didn't know anything about the world beyond the mountains, and since he can remember, Qiye's eyes have only been the mountains that can never be seen, the plank road that can't go endlessly, the clouds and mist that cover the mountains and plank roads, and the bright stars that are infinitely fascinating overhead.

Nanaya doesn't know if he's been here since he was born, or if he's been a slave here since he was born. With no parents or relatives, he faced the cold of the people around him and the beatings of the soldiers every day. Only in Grandpa Luo Mu can you feel a little warm care, even if it is just a pale and weak greeting, it is enough to make Qiye strong. Seven Nights, who grew up in such an extreme environment, became silent, lonely, but very resilient.

Although he had never seen the world outside the mountains, from the slaves who came in from outside the mountains, Nanaya knew that it was a flat and vast world, rich in products, and beautiful in scenery. This made the little Seven Nights have a strong and indelible longing for the first time: we must go out and have a look at the future!

But this kind of longing, Seven Nights don't know how naïve it is. Because in this mine camp, there is only one way out for those who come in from outside the mountain: and that is to die here. And there has never been a slave who has ever been able to get out alive.