Nearly a hundred li east of Little Plum Mountain.
Li Ping stood suspended in the air, looking down, with Yan Hengchuan and Meng Wanjun standing behind him on either side.
Yan Hengchuan's face brimmed with excitement, though a barely perceptible trace of worry lurked beneath it.
"This is the place. Stand farther back!" Li Ping said calmly.
Once Meng Wanjun and Yan Hengchuan had withdrawn, he flicked his sleeve. A dark gleam swam out like a fish, expanding rapidly in midair until it became a colossal sword hundreds of zhang long.
The enormous sword then slashed viciously toward the ground, sinking beneath the surface and vanishing in the blink of an eye.
The former owner of this underground Spirit Pool and third-tier spiritual vein near Little Plum Mountain had perhaps wished to keep them hidden, and had only excavated a subterranean passage leading to the mountain's rear slopes.
Later, neither Li Ping nor Yan Hengchuan and the others had wanted to expose this underground spirit vein either, so they had all been forced to use that passage to reach it.
Coming and going this way made them seem like tomb robbers. It hardly mattered when only a handful of people used it, but now that Li Ping felt this third-tier spiritual vein could be developed on a large scale, there was naturally no need to keep doing so.
He intended to cut a skylight directly above the spirit vein, exposing both the Spirit Pool and the spirit vein to sunlight and making access easier for the low-level disciples in the future.
With the tremendous power of a treasure wielded at the Core Formation middle stage, even a mountain before him would have been smashed to pieces. Cutting through soft earth, sand, and stone was naturally child's play!
Swish! Swish!
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