Ye Yuan found a patch of silt that was relatively easy to clear.
He began the manual cleanup.
It was not that he did not want to use Cold Blood or some other methods.
But a floating device was still operating over there.
Although it had already lost contact with the surface.
It still possessed recording capabilities.
If he was accidentally recorded by that thing.
That would truly be no good.
Ye Yuan had a feeling right now.
He could clearly have used his cheat to easily finish the task.
But because he was being monitored.
He could only work like an ordinary person, shoveling mud bit by bit like a laborer.
Clearing silt on the seafloor was still different from digging dirt on land.
If an ordinary person were down here, forget working—the water pressure several hundred meters below the surface alone would leave them unable to move.
But none of that was much of a problem for Ye Yuan.
He did not know whether it was because he had cultivated the Water Control Art.
At a depth of five thousand meters, Ye Yuan was practically immune to water pressure.
And if he wanted to dive even deeper.
He could still feel the pressure of the water, but it was nowhere near as taxing as it was for ordinary people.
Many people envied divers for their work.
They envied them for working every day in the beautiful underwater world and having the chance to find treasures on the seafloor.
But Ye Yuan wanted to tell them that anyone who thought that way was completely wrong.
A diver's work was not only far from beautiful, it also caused serious damage to the body.
Under normal circumstances, divers developed decompression sickness.
People with weaker constitutions could not do this job at