Yang Wanqing leaned against Xiong Er's belly and counted on her fingers. Back then, it was after leaving this place that her cultivation had begun soaring, bringing her all the way to the Divine Treasury Realm.
Who would believe it?
She looked up at the cave ceiling, then at the mining wall where Chen Hao had disappeared.
She wondered how deep it went.
Deep within the mineral vein.
Chen Hao sped downward in the form of a black line, surrounded by dense layers of Flame Spirit Stone ore.
The quality of the ore increased with depth, from dark red near the surface, to streaked with gold farther down, to entirely crimson-gold deeper still.
The scale of this vein far exceeded the one at Mount Luofu.
The vein at Mount Luofu was about three kilometers wide and just over ten thousand meters deep.
But this one—even with his divine sense spread out, Chen Hao could not find its edges horizontally.
He continued downward.
Two thousand meters. Three thousand meters. Five—
The ore had become so dense that ordinary mining equipment could not even penetrate it.
The temperature was also rising. Below ten thousand meters, the heat within the rock was enough to melt steel.
To a body at the pinnacle of the indestructible battle body, it was nothing.
Seven thousand meters.
Chen Hao slowed down.
At this depth, his divine sense began to probe more sluggishly. It was not a lack of energy; something ahead was interfering with its propagation.
An exceptionally concentrated energy field.
It was so concentrated that his divine sense slowed drastically as it passed through, like walking underwater.
Chen Hao returned to his physical form and landed inside a cavern. Hard crimson-gold ore lay beneath his feet, while intersecting mineral veins patterned the ceiling above.
He took