Shen Le carefully—almost tremblingly—lifted the clod of earth wrapped in underground soil upward.
He had no choice but to be careful. The surface layer of soil was dry, but below six feet in the section he had split open, it began to grow damp. Further down, it was even completely submerged in water.
Even the clod he was raising was coated on the outside with a layer of icy water, which kept dripping as it rose...
Shen Le wrapped an outer layer around it with his spiritual power to prevent the surrounding air from seeping in and altering the properties of the water within.
Then he connected with the water-control rune, making the water tightly encase the clod and preventing the soil inside from being exposed to air and oxidizing.
Then he connected with the earth, making those clumps of soil hold firmly together so they would not crumble apart during the ascent... And the outermost layer was fucking mud! Soft! Soft!
At the same time, he flipped his palm and flung his arm backward. Huang Yutong, around his wrist, immediately understood. It flew out, landed on the ground, rolled twice, and turned into a miniature residence one meter square and half a meter tall.
Shen Le spread his arms, loosely embraced the clod, and stepped inside in one stride.
"Quick! Prepare a Storage Box! Constant temperature! Constant humidity! Fill it with nitrogen! Nothing inside can oxidize! Not even a little!!!"
With several swishes, the Silk Skirts emerged together and fluttered toward the laboratory Shen Le had specifically built in the side wing of the Ancient Residence, swiftly dragging out Storage Boxes of suitable sizes.
They adjusted the temperature and humidity, connected the air pump, and began preparing to evacuate the air.
Shen Le rushed into the laboratory and placed