Infiltrating the world of cultivation

Fifteen meters, twenty meters, twenty-five meters—Wang Chao felt he was nearing his limit; if he dug any further, he might not be able to climb back up.

Becoming a cultivator only increases his absolute strength; his endurance and willpower are still relying on the resources he has accumulated on Earth.

Wang Chao, slightly out of breath, put away his entrenching tool, pushed off the bottom of the tunnel with both legs, and prepared to jump to the surface first, breathe some fresh air, rest for a while, and then come back to continue digging.

boom!

The moment Wang Chao stepped on the ground, he immediately realized that the soil beneath his feet was somewhat unstable. Instead of gaining any leverage, he felt nothing but emptiness.

His pupils dilated suddenly, a chill ran down his spine, and he felt the hairs on his back start to stand on end. Wang Chao had a bad feeling.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, the ground beneath his feet gave way. At this moment, when the old strength had just worn off and the new strength had not yet been generated, Wang Chao's body began to fall.

Almost reflexively, Wang Chao reached out to grab the side wall of the tunnel, only to be horrified to discover that he had actually pried off a piece of soil.

"Bang! Swish swish—"

Wang Chao crashed heavily to the ground. Before he could recover, a pile of soft soil mixed with small rocks buried him completely.

After a while, Wang Chao brushed the dirt off his body, coughed a few times, and wiped his face haphazardly. Clearly, the tomb robber's hole had been dug.

Now, we should be underground in the mine, surrounded by darkness, so dark that you can't see your hand in front of your face. Even the slightest sound can be amplified. At the entrance of the tunnel, the wind howls and whistles.

A beam of intense light shone directly through the mine tunnel, traveling a great distance; it was Wang Chao who had turned on his powerful flashlight.

Wang Chao squinted, feeling somewhat uncomfortable after being in darkness for so long and then suddenly being struck by a bright light.

After making a few adjustments, Wang Chao began to survey his surroundings.

Perhaps because they had been in a closed environment for a long time, the air was a bit stuffy, and the snow falling behind them startled Wang Chao.

This godforsaken place could collapse at any moment, and from the moment Wang Chao descended into the mine tunnel, he was prepared to flee at any time.

He didn't want to die before he even got started, so it was better to be cautious.

This is a mine tunnel with a diameter of about three meters. The tunnel walls are pitted and riddled with holes, covered with scratches left by various tools.

One end of the mine tunnel was blocked by collapsed mud. Wang Chao took out an entrenching tool and shoveled it a few times.

clang!

A metallic clang echoed through the mine tunnel, adding an eerie touch to the already quiet environment.

The soil inside the mine tunnels is even harder than that on the surface.

This is a spirit mine, and even the surrounding rocks are imbued with spiritual energy, making them harder than ordinary stones.

With a powerful flashlight in his left hand, Wang Chao took out the magical flying sword from the nine-story ancient pagoda and held it horizontally in front of his chest, ready to deal with any emergencies.

Although there is no possibility of any man-made danger in this mine, the dynasty still needs to be cautious.

Judging from the situation of falling into the mine tunnel just now, my vigilance is still too poor. In this world of cultivation where the strong prey on the weak and only the fittest survive, a slight carelessness could very well lead to death and annihilation.

Even the disciples of the Qinghui Sword Sect died in the mine tunnels. As a ragtag cultivator, I have no reason not to be vigilant and proceed with caution.

Click!

A piece of ore fell to the ground, and Wang Chao nervously took a big step back. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was just an ordinary stone.

No wonder people say that tomb raiders are scared to death by themselves. In this eerie and strange environment, with all the suspicion and paranoia, it would be strange if they didn't scare themselves to death.

Not to mention the tombs, which are probably even more treacherous and unpredictable.

The mine's routes are complex and interconnected. Perhaps because no one has walked through it for a long time, a thick layer of dust has accumulated on the ground, leaving a series of footprints when you step on it.

The mine was very quiet; any slight movement could cause an echo, so Wang Chao tried to minimize his movements.

Walking alone in the mine tunnels, I was filled with fear of the unknown.

The underground mine tunnels are divided into three levels, and all the routes are memorized by the dynasty. In the dynasty's mind, all the mine tunnels are modeled.

This is also a benefit of cultivating immortality: being able to read ten lines at a glance and remember everything. You know, the memories of the previous dynasties were not so good, otherwise they would not have backed up a database for them.

After overcoming their initial unease, Wang Chao quickened his pace, traversing the underground mine tunnels quickly with the help of the map. Before long, he found the entrance to the second underground level.

Along the way, they had not found any valuable clues. Without the slightest hesitation, Wang Chao plunged into the mine tunnel on the second underground level.

This route was designed by him, avoiding all the collapsed passages. Although it was a bit roundabout, it was the fastest.

Upon entering the second underground mine tunnel, a distinctly cold and damp atmosphere immediately greets you.

That overwhelming sense of fear lingered in his heart, refusing to dissipate, leaving the dynasty feeling utterly drained.

This fear is not psychological, nor is it something you scare yourself with; it is a tremor that originates from the depths of your soul.

Even though there was no wind around and I couldn't feel the air moving, I still felt a chill.

The dynasty's pace unconsciously slowed down, and for a moment, he hesitated.

hum!

The teardrop-shaped crystal on her chest emitted a hazy glow, which Wang Chao would not have noticed had it not been for the slight heat she felt.

Could this also be a treasure? This teardrop-shaped crystal is said to be a family heirloom, but its exact origin is unknown.

Anyway, every generation that wears it seems pretty cool. The old man is an executive instructor in a secret unit, so when Wang Chao first learned that he had been selected by the special forces, he thought it was his father's doing.

My grandfather was even more impressive; he seemed to be a member of the highest echelons of the Chinese government.

Those two men are always elusive, and Wang Chao has no idea what they've been up to. He only heard from his mother that the wearers of this teardrop crystal are all pretty cool.

The implication was that Wang Chao was mediocre, and there was nothing he could do about it; apart from having a stronger ability to recover, he was really nothing special.

Getting this mission was both unexpected and reasonable. With those two powerful figures who could command the wind and rain, it wouldn't be too difficult for them to plant an undercover agent for me.

Wang Chao knew very well that there were many people more capable than him, including many in the training unit.

But since this kind of job has fallen to me, I can't let it go to waste. I should eat and drink as much as I want.

Wang Chao always felt that although his arrival in the cultivation world seemed to be due to his special talent being chosen by the country, in reality, it might not be that simple, and he may have gone through some open and covert struggles.

But at this moment, those political matters were no longer his concern.

With this teardrop-shaped crystal, Wang Chao felt warmer, not in a physical sense, but in a warmth that went deep into his soul.

hum!

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, the nine-story ancient pagoda trembled, its energy fluctuating within the sea of ​​consciousness, and gradually, it resonated with the teardrop crystal.

boom!

The teardrop-shaped crystal actually merged into flesh and blood, shooting towards the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness.

hum!

The teardrop-shaped crystal was actually set at the spire of the nine-story ancient pagoda. The dynasty was used to this; what was there that they couldn't accept?

The existence of civilizations like Slovakia and Qiling Star is nothing new to the Dynasty's imagination.

"Life is a fucking bullshit!"

Wang Chao spat, picked up his sword, and continued forward. The eerie feeling had lessened, and things were much better now.

However, the dynasty still dared not let its guard down. This mine tunnel was somewhat strange and could not be judged by common sense.