190: Chapter 190 Spiritual Sand

That figure, wearing a jade crown and draped in rosy robes, had a blurred face but exerted an overwhelming pressure. The moment it appeared, the heavens and earth changed color, and the Void Realm twisted.

"Ant, how dare you destroy my Clone?"

The phantom spoke, its voice like rolling thunder, shaking Zhao Yi until his Qi and blood churned, causing him to spurt out a mouthful of blood.

"Damn it, what kind of cultivation is this? Just a single phantom injured me."

Zhao Yi held an Immortal Stone in his left hand and formed a seal with his right, preparing himself. If the situation went wrong, he hoped to be able to run away.

Compared to Zhao Yi, Ding Yu was even more terrified. His ability to achieve Immortal Ascension and enter the Netherworld Hall was all thanks to the other party, so he naturally knew the terrifying nature of this phantom.

Now that the Green Robe Immortal and the five Immortals had fallen, ruining the phantom's plans, if he wasn't careful, he would face the end of having his life and Dao extinguished.

Looking at Zhao Yi, Ding Yu suddenly had an idea. He prostrated himself on the ground.

"My Lord, please allow me to explain."

"Fellow Daoist Zhao killed the five Immortals by mistake, but it was not intentional."

Ding Yu began to fabricate stories, "This Fellow Daoist Zhao is someone I specifically found to relieve your worries, My Lord."

"My Lord, didn't you refine the colorful Immortal body just to mine spirit light sandstone?"

"This Fellow Daoist Zhao is an expert at mining."

Upon hearing the words 'mining', Zhao Yi suddenly relaxed.

He might not know other things, but when it came to mining, even a Golden Immortal would be trash compared to him.

But then again, do Golden Immortals even need to mine?

"An expert at mining?"

"If he is a fraud who deceives the world..."

"Hmph~"

A gaze fell upon Zhao Yi, almost causing him to suffocate.

"Eh?"

The phantom slowly became solid.

"Interesting, he is actually a Death Cultivator from the Qingling Realm who achieved the Dao."

"That old thief is funny; did he get his home stolen?"

"However, he is just what I need."

Zhao Yi only felt the world spinning, and he instantly lost consciousness.

...

"Where is this place?"

The sounds of peng peng peng came, making Zhao Yi feel a sense of familiarity.

He carefully checked himself. His Immortal power was still there, and all his body parts were intact.

It was just that his upper body felt cool.

Looking down, he saw that his dharma robes had been stripped off, and a vest with a large 'Prisoner' character written on it was placed on him.

"Yo!"

"New guy?"

"Still not getting up?"

"If you can't dig up spirit light sandstone, you won't have freedom."

"What? Do you want to stay here forever?"

Zhao Yi looked at the Cultivator speaking. He was thin and small with a hair bun; Zhao Yi would have believed him if he said he was a Daoist child.

"Hey!"

"This poor Daoist is Aiyou. How did you offend that person and get caught to mine?"

"That person?"

The image of the world-destroying phantom appeared in Zhao Yi's mind.

"I don't know."

"It was just that my mount stewed some five-colored meat fruit; who knew it was his Clone?"

"Hiss~"

Aiyou gasped when he heard that Zhao Yi had stewed the five-colored meat fruit.

"You really..."

"With such a great crime, you'll probably be locked up until you die."

Zhao Yi...

He looked up and saw that everyone coming and going was a Human Immortal, except they were all wearing 'Prisoner' clothes.

"Approximate," he thought, and his brow felt hot.

A weak response from Approximate came. Zhao Yi was shocked; it had been severely damaged, and even the Approximation Technique rewarded by the System could not be reproduced.

Fortunately, there was still room for maneuver because his brow was slightly heating up, which meant Approximate was slowly recovering.

Further away, the Fuyu Palace was visible in the distance. The Disciples of the Lower Profound Sect were still locked inside.

"Return!"

Zhao Yi formed a seal and released the Cultivators of the Lower Profound Sect right there.

Even if Xuan Mountain was in danger, there was nothing he could do; Zhao Yi needed to protect himself.

With the Spirit Stone Traverse Art and the Fuyu Palace on him, Zhao Yi breathed a sigh of relief. This gave him some ability to protect himself.

But he wasn't thinking about leaving.

What is spirit light sandstone?

Does it have experience points?

As long as there are experience points, where isn't it mining?

Especially since this isn't just mining, it's mountain digging.

Under the ten-thousand-foot high mountain, many Human Immortals were waving hoes, shovels, and maces like ants; some were even using swords and blades.

Zhao Yi shook his head; this was too unprofessional.

Aiyou sighed, "Three hundred and fifty-four years. This spirit light sandstone is really too hard to dig."

"H-how many?"

Zhao Yi was originally lamenting the Immortal Stone Mine under Xuan Mountain, but hearing Aiyou's muttering, he was stunned.

"Three hundred and fifty-four years, what's wrong?"

Aiyou pointed to a small black dot on the mountainside.

"See that? That Senior has terrible luck; he has been here for eight thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine years, just one year short of nine thousand years."

Gulp.

Zhao Yi swallowed his saliva.

"What is this spirit light sandstone? Is it that hard to dig?"

Aiyou looked confused.

"Actually, it's not hard to dig. There was an Immortal who came in and left in half a day."

Zhao Yi breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's good then!"

"Good?"

Aiyou's expression was strange, his voice carrying a weeping tone.

"But in nine thousand years, only that one person has dug up spirit light sandstone."

"Damn it!"

Zhao Yi was dumbfounded. No wonder there were so many Human Immortals in this mountain.

"Is it that hard to dig?"

"It must have a lot of experience points. If I dig one block..."

Zhao Yi felt his heart jumping. Carrying the great sumeru treasure hoe, he went up the mountain.

Upon reaching the mountain, Zhao Yi knew what it meant to be an ant.

This mountain looked large from afar, but even larger up close; it even had a feeling of Mount Sumeru within a mustard seed.

Holding the great sumeru treasure hoe, Zhao Yi was a bit lost. Can this really dig up spirit light sandstone?

"It's a pity that Approximate is not here, otherwise I could use Approximate."

Zhao Yi muttered, "Immortal Technique: hoe the ground three times."

Peng!

A huge rebounding force came, and the great sumeru treasure hoe was almost shaken out of his hand.

"W-what kind of mountain rock is this?"

Zhao Yi bent down and knocked on the rocks; they were no different from ordinary mountain rocks.

Aiyou, who was following behind, said calmly, "The rocks of this mountain are affected by the spirit light sandstone; they become stronger when met with strength. You can only use gentle methods."

"For example, like this~"

He took a shovel, initially very gentle, slowly placing it on the ground, then suddenly exerted force. The shovel went deep into the ground, and a shovel-full of mountain rock was dug out.

Zhao Yi...

At this speed, he wasn't surprised that no one had dug up spirit light sandstone in nine thousand years.

Waving the great sumeru treasure hoe and imitating Aiyou's appearance, Zhao Yi successfully dug out the first piece of mountain rock.

"Isn't this just lifting heavy as if it were light? No problem."

The speed picked up afterwards. In the blink of an eye, a day passed, and the mountain rocks behind him piled up into a small hill.

Looking at the giant pit in front of him, Zhao Yi was speechless.

He came up empty-handed.

However, thinking that someone had come up empty-handed for nine thousand years, he felt balanced.

Under the stars, Zhao Yi waved the great sumeru treasure hoe, continuing to dig mountain rocks. He didn't go to rest like the other Human Immortals.

Just kidding, Human Immortals who mine are nuclear-powered donkeys; they don't need to rest at all.

The peng peng peng sounds were exceptionally loud in the silent night, but they didn't affect the white clouds around the mine at all.

Those white clouds were the resting places for many Immortals.

"Aiyou, another greenhorn has come."

"How long do you think he can last?"

"Ten years, maybe?"

Then, with some hesitation, "Seeing how determined he is, add ten times that, one hundred years."

"One hundred years, no more than that."