Within the Hundred Thousand Mines.
In a concealed corner of an underground mine tunnel, an extremely simple array emitted faint fluctuations.
"A Spatial Rift... if all else fails, it would not be a bad way to leave."
"Yet Spatial Turbulence surged within that rift. It was ultimately uncontrollable. Entering rashly would mean nine chances of death for every one chance of survival."
"That One-Eyed Dragon behind the Yellow-toothed Cultivator was also a man with sinister intentions. Had the Demonic Nascent Soul not possessed the physical body of another cultivator who had only recently died this time, I would surely have fallen into his scheme."
"Now that the Demonic Nascent Soul has entered it, who knows what the outcome will be. However, it took the Horizonless Tracing Seal of Tiandao Palace with it. Whether it lives or dies, the Horizonless Tracing Seal will certainly leave the Hundred Thousand Mines and be carried elsewhere through the Spatial Rift."
"During this time, I must quickly find another way out."
Inside the array, Su Shi'er sat cross-legged, murmuring to himself.
There were tens of thousands of cultivators in the Hundred Thousand Mines.
Although they could exchange Spirit Crystals and Spirit Crystal Fragments at Bi Yun Xuan for special spiritual liquid that resisted the Poisonous Miasma.
Their cultivation was sealed, and they could not cultivate. Even Nascent Soul cultivators would one day reach the end of their lifespan. Besides, under the Poisonous Miasma's influence, the passage of time would eventually and slowly claim the lives of the cultivators here.
Inside the mine tunnels, apart from Spirit Stones, Spirit Crystals, and Spirit Ore, the most abundant things were the corpses and remains of cultivators.
Finding a body that had only recently died among them was no difficult matter for Su Shi'er, whose cultivation had already recovered.