The Passing Days

In the days that followed, Lu Ren did not form any teams. Instead, he headed straight down beneath the Cloud Sea and entered the Sunken Sea Zone. Using the Shamanic Path's unique Hyperdimensional Perception, he continuously excavated Spirit Crystal mines buried thousands, even tens of thousands, of miles underground.

Spirit Crystals truly were good things, with decent purchasing power. At the very least, one hundred Spirit Crystals bought him a basket of Li Chengfeng's steamed buns. They tasted exceptionally good, and after eating them, both his mind and body felt warm and comfortable. Without realizing it, he had even improved by a fraction. This made Lu Ren decide that unless he had spoken with all the several thousand Heavenly Immortals on Hanging Mountain, he had no intention of setting out again.

For nearly the next ten years, Lu Ren secretly hunted more than a dozen Heavenly Immortal-level ferocious beasts in the Sunken Sea Zone beneath the Cloud Sea using his extraordinary perception, earning over forty Skill Points. As a result, after searching around for some time, he discovered that the Heavenly Immortal-level ferocious beasts seemed to have sensed some danger. Whenever they approached this area, they would turn around and leave without hesitation.

This left Lu Ren with no choice but to enter the Deep Sea Zone if he wanted to hunt those Heavenly Immortal ferocious beasts alone again. He hesitated over the Deep Sea Zone, but ultimately gave up on going any deeper. The Sunken Sea Zone was vast, and its underground Spirit Crystal veins were abundant. Though they were scattered everywhere in varying sizes, Lu Ren had the Heaven Splitting Axe in hand and mined to his heart's content.

"Once upon a time, I dreamed of being a wage slave working eight-hour shifts. What a pity those black-hearted