Wang Quan did not care at all about Ying Jiaren's treasure.
In his view, this remote, impoverished polar region had nothing good to offer besides all its dangers.
Or could Ying Jiaren seal up the abnormal weather and give it to me as a trump card?
She didn't have that kind of ability, did she?
After letting his thoughts wander for a while, Wang Quan put Ying Jiaren's words out of his mind.
Most of his attention remained on the darkness left on the first floor of the Second-Layer World.
Although that stretch of darkness grew increasingly difficult to clear, things were much better than before.
At least they made a tiny bit of progress every day.
One year...
Two years...
Three years...
The darkness that had once been a foot wide was now reduced to a tiny speck.
Wang Quan and the others finally saw hope.
But apart from the Dao Seal Cultivators, the other cultivators were not particularly excited about it.
Especially the New-Method Cultivators: they could not even enter the Second-Layer World, so naturally they did not know what clearing away that final sliver of darkness would mean.
Most Orthodox Cultivators did not know much about the safe zone either.
Those who knew something about it had their expectations, but did not give it much thought.
In their view, the safe zone would merely give them a foothold in the Second-Layer World.
And in the Far Western Land, what mattered most was still the Present World.
As time passed, all the Dao Seal Cultivators, Wang Quan included, grew excited.
Every day, they finished their tasks and business in the Present World, then hurried into the Second-Layer World, working overtime to clear away the last of the darkness.
The Multi-Barreled Artillery Evils were even more enthusiastic.
"For freedom!"