The mountainous land is dry and scorched, the stones are blood-colored.
This is the Tai Chu Star, Shi Hao strides forward, already nearing the ancient mine.
In history, it's renowned, an unknown number of masters' lives devoured by it, as of now nobody dares to risk their lives, only sending slaves forth.
Of course, a slave's life is still a life, nobody wishes such luxurious waste, usually, the major forces will only use purchased slaves for mining nearby, not within the ancient mine.
At this moment, the mountains and fields everywhere are filled with silhouettes, all slaves, their clothes in tatters, laboring tirelessly each day just to survive.
Shi Hao became one of them, but he didn't stop on the way, not like those people mining the mountains, instead heading straight toward the center.
This mountainous land is peculiar, incomparably hard, even a Celestial God would struggle to penetrate it instantly, thus for ordinary cultivators, it's a monumental task.
