The next day, Ji An and Wuyue Sanren flew over rolling mountains and landed in a mountain city at the end of the Snake Hour.
Below the mountain lay sheer cliffs, with the entrance to the southeastern corner of the Primordial Ancient Mine set into the cliff face.
The city was not small, covering half a mountainside and spanning a thousand mu. All manner of buildings stood in neat rows, orderly and well arranged.
Wuyue Sanren sighed. "I thought this place would be, at most, a makeshift camp the size of an ordinary village. I never expected it to be an immortal city."
Pedestrians hurried along the streets. Some beamed with joy, while others wore faces full of sorrow. They even saw a Golden Core cultivator missing an arm.
Blood seeped through the bandages around him, clearly wrapped only recently. His expression was grief-stricken, and his eyes brimmed with despair. He had likely just escaped from the Primordial Ancient Mine.
The lairs of the demonic beasts in the mine tunnels were deeply concealed, and every few decades, they could even give rise to a small beast tide.
Ji An pointed at the wine banners fluttering in the wind along the street and said:
"I'll stay at the restaurant. Go buy the latest map and ask about the recent situation in the mine veins.
"We'll make our plans today based on the actual circumstances. We'll set out tomorrow, and when we return, it will be three years later."
He had expectations for his own luck. In his previous life, when he played games, he had been cursed with terrible luck and never got the equipment he wanted. Yet after transmigrating into this world, his luck had always been good.
Leaving aside the most precious Stone Turtle, the various rare spirit trees