628: Lu Hao, who was wandering aimlessly in the no-man's-land, actually dug a hole through the Chaotic Soul Mountain?!

Days within the mine passed quickly; in a blink, three months had already gone by.

During this time, Chaotic Soul Mountain remained as it was, countless Cultivators died here, and countless more were teleported here, becoming new miners.

Most of the Cultivators had resigned themselves to their fate, toiling day and night in Chaotic Soul Mountain, desperately sweating, just to dig one more chaotic soul stone, to increase their hope of survival by one more line.

Lu Hao's figure still mingled among these miners, but he was no longer the newcomer he once was; many of the older miners around him had become quite familiar with Lu Hao, even chatting with each other during breaks from work.

Of course, Old Wood and the eight Cultivators following him were definitely the ones with the best relationship with Lu Hao.

Because he was lucky enough to find a rich ore zone, Old Wood could be said to be the one who fared best among their group.

Basically, each of their nine people could dig out at least two chaotic soul stones every day, and with a bit of Luck, even three to four.

This made the surrounding people extremely envious, but they could only grit their teeth and watch Old Wood's group monopolize this rich ore zone; under the rules of Chaotic Soul Mountain, no one dared to make a move.

However, over time, Old Wood and his nine companions became a group disliked by those around them.

Such is human nature; they dared not express dissatisfaction or resistance towards those who truly oppressed them, yet they dared to harbor resentment towards those who shared the same plight as themselves.

The saying, 'not fearing scarcity, but fearing uneven distribution,' was vividly demonstrated here.

What surprised Lu Hao most about Old Wood was that he would often give him chaotic soul stones!

After Old Wood occupied that rich ore zone, Old Wood would often give Lu Hao one or two chaotic soul stones, saying that Lu Hao only dug one a day and didn't keep any chaotic soul stones on him, and that if anything unexpected happened, it would be problematic.

Lu Hao did not refuse Old Wood's kindness, merely accepting the chaotic soul stones with a smile.

He had always been like this; Lu Hao was very happy to receive kindness from others, regardless of the other party's intentions, as it was a form of care.

For Old Wood, he was always grateful to the person who secretly helped him last time, but he never knew who it was. After much thought, he felt that Lu Hao was the most likely candidate.

After all, at that time, only Lu Hao knew him among those present.

So, after careful consideration, Old Wood decided to show concern for Lu Hao proactively.

For him, even if it wasn't Lu Hao who helped him, the two had met by chance, and this young man was quite handsome and pleasant to be around, very much to his liking.

It wasn't a big deal for him to lend a helping hand.

These matters were naturally not the main theme of Lu Hao's life during this period.

The one who remained in Chaotic Soul Mountain and interacted with others was merely a Clone Lu Hao left behind, carrying a trace of his consciousness.

His main body had long left this massive Chaotic Soul Mountain and was roaming freely in the wider uninhabited areas.

This new world also piqued Lu Hao's curiosity.

This desolate region, which made Netherworld Cultivators tremble at the mere mention of it, posed no threat to him.

The foul, so dense it could corrode the Divine Soul, simply couldn't erode him in the slightest!

As for Demonic Thought and the Little Beast that appeared unexpectedly, the relationship between the two little fellows had progressed by leaps and bounds during this time, so good that they were almost inseparable, truly the closest of brothers.

One was the big brother, the other the little brother, enjoying themselves together all day long. Lu Hao looked at them as if they were his own children, and they brought him much joy.

Often, as Lu Hao watched the two, he would think of Lu Xiaolong and Stubborn Ox, who were far away.

Long time no see, I miss them very much... The lives of Demonic Thought and the Little Beast were simple and pure.

Their greatest joy each day was competing to see who could dig faster, and whose digging posture was more handsome.

Then they would pile all the chaotic soul stones they dug in front of Lu Hao, flying foolishly before him, like two children waiting for praise.

For Demonic Thought, as long as he could stay by Lu Hao's side, everything was joyful. Lu Hao had done so much for him, and he would remember it in his heart, never to forget!

For the Little Beast, Lu Hao possessed a Luck that was irresistible to him, drawing him close. Coupled with how well Lu Hao had treated him during this time, often feeding him Heaven And Earth Treasure, he naturally couldn't leave!

The number of chaotic soul stones in Lu Hao's warehouse was also increasing daily, now reaching a terrifying figure, totaling several million.

This amount was enough to make any Cultivator in Chaotic Soul Mountain green with envy to the point of madness.

But for the Chaotic Soul Mountain, which spanned hundreds of millions of miles, it was still a drop in the ocean, negligible.

However, for Lu Hao, this was more than enough.

Any more, and it would be the same.

This day was no different from any other.

Lu Hao's main body was hovering above a black swamp, a place no living being had ever set foot in, intently studying a peculiar plant that could devour soul fire.

Meanwhile, deep within Chaotic Soul Mountain, Demonic Thought was leading the Little Beast, digging furiously downwards into the earth.

They no longer knew how deep they had dug; in these three months, to prevent others from knowing their existence, they had always been digging straight down.

By now, the surrounding rocks were no longer ordinary chaotic soul stones but had taken on a deep purplish-black hue, their hardness increased by more than a hundredfold compared to the beginning.

Suddenly!

"Awoo?!"

The Little Beast, vigorously clawing at the rock wall ahead, let out a sharp cry!

"What's wrong, little brother? What's the fuss about? Not very big brother-like!"

Demonic Thought flashed over, his dusty little face full of curiosity.

"Awoo awoo awoo..."

The Little Beast cried out excitedly.

Demonic Thought turned his head and was immediately stunned.

At the end of the pit they had dug, an utterly black light curtain appeared!

It wasn't an ore vein, but a massive Seal emanating an ancient, desolate, and terrifying aura!

The Seal was composed of countless black runes, interwoven to form an impenetrable net, as if everything in the world was isolated outside.

Just by looking at it, Demonic Thought felt his Divine Soul tremble, as if it was about to be sucked into the strange power contained within the runes and utterly annihilated!

An instinctive fear made it instinctively want to retreat.

But the Little Beast beside him reacted completely differently.

Far from showing any fear, the Little Beast's pure large eyes revealed traces of joy and longing.