A New World

The wasteland stretched vast and wide, with sparse grass and trees.

At dusk, a plump field mouse cautiously poked its way out of its burrow, vigorously sniffing the scents in the air to judge whether any threats lurked nearby.

Suddenly, it noticed something and immediately drew its head back in alarm.

But in the next instant, the thick earth abruptly bulged high, violently heaving up the burrow where the field mouse had been hiding.

Stripped of its shelter, the field mouse let out a terrified squeal, sprang three feet into the air, and fled at top speed the moment it landed.

At that moment, a figure leaped out from underground.

It was Wang Chen!

After digging through the lightless underground for five days, Wang Chen had only just returned to the surface. He looked rather bedraggled, his clothes stained with dried mud, his entire body dusty and grimy.

He vigilantly swept his gaze around, and only after confirming that no one else was nearby did he let out a long breath of relief.

At last, he was safe!

Wang Chen feared that he would never forget this brush with death for the rest of his life.

Although he was already at the Purple Mansion peak, only a single step away from forming his core, and could break through to a higher realm once he gathered the final two Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures.

Wang Chen still felt just how weak he was in this world!

He had merely been walking along the road when someone casually captured him, placed a restriction on him, and threw him onto the battlefield as cannon fodder.

This time, Wang Chen had escaped by luck.

What about next time?

No one could guarantee that he would be so fortunate every time!

The desire to grow