Striving and Fighting to Dig Pits

This time, Zhang Yang had made up his mind to bare his arms and personally take the field. He had truly been pushed to the limit. Ever since arriving in the Dream Dimension, the number of pits he dug every day had plummeted by 99.99 percent. Everything was too unfamiliar, and he had no idea where to even start digging.

So, in order to maintain his minimum target of digging three hundred pits a day, he had no choice but to personally investigate.

In any case, ever since he had blunted the True Spirit Particles, his body could be swapped out whenever he wanted. Take a certain cousin, for example—his body could revive at any time.

Of course, the details were still different. Every time Mu Shaoan died and revived, none of his most core components were missing: Mu-style Blunted True Spirit Particles, Mu-style Mechanical God Sand, Mu-style ??.

Zhang Yang did not have quite so many tricks at present. He only had seventy or eighty of the most core things. Well, they were, respectively, the Blunted True Spirit Particles whose total number was about to reach 1.2 million; chaos—the Ancient Law of Black and White; the identity of an Apprentice Time Guardian; the Sword Dao Law 4.0 era; the Primordial Stele that bore its own weight (sorry, he had accidentally collected it); three Plague God Seals that he had secretly carved himself (sorry, he was simply too afraid of death); three thousand six hundred miniature lots made from ghostwood tree hearts; twelve Hidden Sword Heavenly Meridians concealed within the core Blunted True Spirit Particles; and so on and so forth.

In any case, Zhang Yang had imagined that if anyone could kill him, they would definitely get an explosive drop.

Sigh, a triumphant life needed no explanation.

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