A seemingly blank world, a sprawling palace buried beneath near-transparent minerals. Everyone seemed to be suspended in mid-air, wielding their hoes and toiling like mortals.

No one dares to despise mortals now, and no one dares to speak of the inferiority of mortals now, because what they are doing now is what mortals do - digging the ground.

This space had robbed them of their cultivation by unknown means, no matter how much they looked down on mortals before, and even hated them!, but now they could only dig the ground, dig a deep pit, and go straight to the underground palace.

The thickness is about thirty-five zhang deep, and in the eyes of martial cultivators, this distance is probably not even the time to blink an eye. When they turn their hands, they can make the earth crack, and between their hands, clouds and rain fall. In the eyes of mortals, they are immortals, gods!

But now everything has changed, and they have to use this mortal means to reach a short distance.

An hour passed, two hours passed, three hours passed, and ten hours passed......

There were nearly hundreds of thousands of people here, divided into hundreds of groups, and if it were mortals, hundreds of thousands of mortals would probably be able to level a small hill and carve a large hole in a large mountain.

And they are desolate, thousands of people have dug ten zhang deep, they don't need to carry, they just need to dig up the mineral, and the mineral will disappear automatically.

"Oh, the old man is so hungry! I wonder if any of my colleagues have brought food?"

"When you say that, the old man is also hungry. ”

After ten hours of labor, there was no daylight here, but they who had become mortals felt hungry.

As a martial cultivator, they already don't need material materials to supplement their hunger, they only need to rely on cultivation, and it doesn't matter if they don't eat or drink for a year, ten years, or even a hundred years.

But now, they are mortals, and they want to live like mortals. However, not all martial cultivators do not eat the fireworks of the world, and among the strong men of Xuanzong, some elders still carry some beast meat and wine in their bags.

I thought that they couldn't even use the Qiankun bag, but the elders who took out the food from it were surprised to find that although they couldn't take out the elixir and immortal soldiers, they could take out the food they had stored.

"Fortunately, the old man is prepared, otherwise he would have starved to death here!"

"Well, this wine tastes good, and this time thanks to you, dude. ”

"Alas, don't be so polite, it's all your own family, let's dig the ground when we're full, right?"

"Elder Li is right! Although the old man has no cultivation now, as long as this old bone does not fall apart, at least he is still alive. ”

The powerhouses of Xuanzong sat in place, and the elders who had food reserves immediately took out the food they had prepared and shared it with everyone. Although these hard beast meats are not cooked by special people, they are now extremely delicious in the eyes of everyone.

Perhaps forced by hunger, they eat meat and drink in large bowls, and if they accidentally choke, they will pass with a smile.

Chu Xuanyuan bit a piece of leg meat, although he didn't know what kind of beast's flesh it was, but this meat was still non-Dao. When he was thirsty, Jie Huangduan gave Chu Xuanyuan a bowl of wine, and Chu Xuanyuan immediately drank it all, this time, he did not feel spicy to his throat, but felt a kind of pleasure.

The Realm Desolate also completely put down the sect master's shelf, and sat in a circle with all the elders, drinking and talking. Hunger, food and clothing, this is an extremely unfamiliar concept for martial arts cultivators, but today, they really feel it. It turns out that this is the life of mortals.

The life of mortals is really hard, but behind this hard work, compared with before, there are fewer and fewer complaints from everyone. The sad face gradually appeared with a smile.

What kind of scene is this, tens of thousands of people eating simple food, but the atmosphere is extraordinarily lively. However, on the side of the Youzong, it seemed a little deserted.

Under Youling Feng's order, they ate hastily and continued to work. You can't stop for a moment. As long as they can dig up the underground palace early, they will be able to regain their cultivation, regain their strength, and take the lead.

"Brother Ling Feng, let's rest for a while! Zhan Tian gasped. He and You Lingfeng dug desperately for ten hours, but they only dug five zhang deeper. There are still thirty zhang away from the underground palace!

As soon as he thought of this number, Zhan Tian was almost frightened and fainted. Now he can't care about any face, and being able to get out alive now is the most important thing. The dignified Venerable Realm is strong, but he has ended up like this, I am afraid that he will not dare to mention it to others when he goes out.

After eating and drinking, lie down and take a rest, mortals will be sleepy, and martial cultivators who have lost their cultivation will also be sleepy. In order to speed up the efficiency, Jiehuang arranged a rotation system, dividing the people into two groups, while one group of people digging the ground, while the other wave of people rested, and then exchanged after a period of time. This approach has undoubtedly been endorsed by many people, and it has further affirmed the status of the Realm Desolation Sect Master.

Chu Xuanyuan put the hoe behind his head, then leaned his hands behind his back, and lay down, he was also a little tired after digging for so long. However, he was not sleepy, and his mind carefully recalled the simple information.

Upon entering here, the voice said: Return to the force, return to the source, return to the heart. What does this mean exactly? Does it mean that we rely on the strength of mortals? If this is really the case, then what is the return to the source and the heart?

The words on the gate were temporarily put behind Chu Xuanyuan's mind, but there was one more sentence that always lingered in his heart, and it was a sentence that only he heard: Ah Xiu, you are still here......

"Who the hell am I?"

Somehow, Chu Xuanyuan suddenly had such a problem. Ah Xiu, who the hell is it? He can be sure that the voice is saying it to him, but he is not Ah Xiu, he is Chu Xuanyuan, what is that voice calling......

Time passed like this, and after more than ten rotations, the underground palace was already very close to everyone.

No one can remember how many hours they have been digging, they just remember resting when they are tired, eating when they are hungry, and so on. Digging and digging, they are more proficient and faster.

"It's almost successful, brothers, work hard!

"Haha, this suffering is finally over!"

The underground palace was getting closer and closer, and everyone's fatigue suddenly faded a lot. They encourage each other and boost their momentum. Each side, hoping to be the first to reach the palace.

Before that, no one dared to imagine that they had dug all the way down.

Honk!

A sweaty elder hoeed down, and the sound seemed to be different from the previous one, but he didn't seem to notice, but continued to dig, and suddenly there was a clicking sound under his feet.

Click――

Not only that, but similar sounds were heard in many places. And this voice, it seems, is simultaneous.

(To be continued...... ）