Thousand Layer Heavy Sword Art

Meanwhile,

Within the Purple Crystal Spirit Vein, tens of thousands of miners were constantly digging, required to meet their daily quota of Purple Crystal Stones.

Otherwise, they would suffer all manner of punishments.

After all, they had been the foremost experts in the Lower Realm, but here, they had practically no rights at all.

It could be said that under the crushing pressure of absolute strength, the pride those martial artists who had ascended from the Lower Realm once possessed had long since vanished like smoke in the wind.

Even if they were unwilling, there was nothing they could do. At the very least, many martial artists had tried to resist, only to be forcibly suppressed.

Thus, with such precedents before them, they could only obediently continue mining Purple Crystal Stones.

And today, when they saw Bai Ze and learned of his identity, it sparked no small amount of discussion.

"Damn, this is way too unfair. We're all martial artists who ascended to the Upper Realm, so why are we treated so differently?"

"So what? Can you compare yourself to him?"

"This is already not bad. You weren't originally from the Upper Realm—if you knew how other sects treated people like us, you'd feel that our current situation is still acceptable."

"Does any of you know that person? We all ascended here. It would be great if we could help each other, at least so we don't have to keep mining."

"Find an opportunity to make contact. Otherwise, getting out of here will be far too difficult in the end."

Clearly, after learning Bai Ze's identity, quite a few martial artists who had ascended to the Upper Realm wanted to approach him and escape their identities as miners.

Even if they had to pay a considerable price, as long as