"Second Brother, if we help you dig, would it speed things up?"
Old Ox asked at this point.
Little Mountain Pig shook his head like a wind chime.
"Big Brother, this isn't the surface. You don't understand. Do you know that if we went straight up from where we are now, it would be nearly two thousand zhang? And we're at least one thousand zhang from the valley where we fell in."
"One thousand zhang deep—and how large is the entire West Mountain region? It must span roughly a hundred li in every direction. Without knowing how large an area Ice Slave has sealed off, we need to get at least 150 li away."
"And this deep underground, there's no sky in sight, no sunlight, no air to breathe, and dirt in every direction. You can't even determine your bearings. With that little bit of brute force you have, Big Brother, honestly, it isn't enough."
"Why can I do it? Because I cultivated an Earth Spirit Root. I have a Bloodline Talent. I can use the vibrations from my Iron Beak to retrieve and confirm information. I'm not relying on brute force to just keep digging. That would be a dead end."
"At the very least, how can you guarantee that the tunnel you dig stays in a straight line instead of getting deeper and deeper?"
"Of course, if we run into rocks we can't get around, Big Brother and Third Brother can show off your skills."
"So the problem now is, who can guarantee that I'll dig through to the surface in three days? What if we don't dig far enough and Ice Slave wipes us all out in one pot?"
Hearing this, Old Ox fell silent as well. The amount of excavation was enormous, and without a treasure