Two months later.
Fighting continued up ahead, and the army Li Ping'an belonged to had entered a standoff with an enemy force.
Neither Li Ping'an nor Old Ox knew exactly where they were.
But they could be certain they were not on the main battlefield at the front.
They were probably fighting some insignificant enemy force in some inconspicuous corner.
Li Ping'an had landed himself a very easy job.
Moving corpses.
Neither side was a main force, and both knew they attracted little attention.
So they put on a show with an unspoken understanding.
Sometimes, Li Ping'an only had a few bodies to bury every three or four days.
He heard that one of them had even drowned after falling into a cesspit.
Moonlight quietly spread over a soldier's corpse lying in a shallow ditch, covered with a thin layer of yellow earth.
The wind carried the smell of blood, along with the distant sounds of hoofbeats and clashing weapons.
Old Ox swung the shovel vigorously and dug an enormous, deep pit.
Then Li Ping'an jumped inside.
"Old Ox, remember to keep me safe~"
Old Ox: "Moo!"
Go in peace.
Yellow earth buried Li Ping'an completely.
Li Ping'an sat cross-legged in the pit, mobilizing the Origin Qi in his Mud Pellet to assail the Heavenly Drum, one of the Six Mysteries.
In his eyes, everything around him was blood-red, with all manner of auras fluctuating.
True Qi filled his body, and his breathing and heartbeat gradually slowed.
He entered a state akin to hibernation.
A hair placed beneath his nose would not stir in the slightest.
He could even remain buried alive in the earth or submerged underwater without surfacing.
His breathing naturally grew finer, becoming a slender thread, deep and resilient, extending all the way to his Dantian.
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