Lack of talent? I'll buy a year's worth of cultivation for one dollar!

The laws of nature cannot be absorbed by ordinary soil.

underground.

What is it?!

Yuan remained unmoved.

Having just arrived, he wasn't sure if this was a unique geological phenomenon of the Hongmeng Great World.

Perhaps I'm just overthinking it.

"Walk."

Yuan raised three heads.

The voice was calm and even, without the slightest ripple.

Lin Yan nodded slightly, stepped forward, and pulled Cang Han up from the ground.

The three of them supported each other.

Taking advantage of the darkness, they staggered away towards the Tianfeng Army's main camp.

……

Tianfeng Army, Logistics Commander.

Mu Zhan sat upright in the main seat, flipping through the military report in his hand.

boom.

Three bloody heads were placed on the table.

Mu Zhan raised his head.

His gaze swept over the three recruits in front of him, who looked utterly miserable.

The gaze finally settled on the head of the mid-stage of the micro-dust realm.

The deep, bone-revealing scar twitched slightly.

"Mid-stage of the micro-dust realm".

Mu Zhan's voice was calm and steady, revealing no emotion.

"You guys are tough enough to kill someone above your level."

He waved his hand.

Eleven Primordial Origin Stones landed on the table.

"Two initial phases, six pieces."

"One mid-term, five pieces."

"Eleven yuan in total, take it."

Yuan stepped forward and put away the source stone.

Then.

He raised his head and looked directly into Mu Zhan's eyes.

"Commander-in-Chief."

Yuan spoke calmly, carefully considering his words.

"We are badly injured."

"Requesting a transfer to the rear for a period of rest and recuperation."

The words fell.

The air inside the main tent instantly froze.

Mu Zhan stopped what he was doing.

He slowly raised his head.

A chilling coldness suddenly surged in his previously calm eyes.

Murderous intent.

The undisguised killing intent, like a tangible blade, locked onto Yuan.

"rear?"

Mu Zhan's voice was so cold it felt like falling into an ice cave.

"In the Tianfeng Army, only the dead are allowed to go to the rear."

Mu Zhan stood up.

The oppressive aura of a peak-level cultivator descended with a thunderous roar.

The weight made the bones of the three people crack and pop.

Yuan did not back down.

His eyes, hidden beneath the hood, remained indifferent.

But he didn't say anything more.

He got it.

These are the rules of the HarmonyOS world.

A worthless person is wrong even to breathe.

Mu Zhan looked at the restrained and patient expressions on the faces of the three men.

The murderous intent in his eyes slowly subsided.

He sat back down in the main seat.

He let out a long sigh.

That sigh conveyed a sense of helplessness, a feeling of being powerless to change one's fate.

"Don't blame me for being heartless."

Mu Zhan's tone softened somewhat.

"This is an imperial decree from the Daoist court."

"The fighting on the front lines is intense; the number of people dying every day is more than the number of living beings in an entire star system in the lower realm."

"Your superiors need you to deplete the Jiuli Witchcraft Tribe's manpower."

Mu Zhan paused.

It pointed out a clear path.

"You want to leave the scout camp and escape this precarious existence."

There is only one way.

"Breaking through the Microscopic Realm and stepping into the True Form Realm."

"The four steps to sculpting truth: sculpting truth, shedding the mundane, tempering blood, and reaching the pinnacle of bone."

"As long as you can step into the realm of true reality."

"Then he could leave the organization and become a regular centurion in the Tianfeng Army."

"Only then will you be in a position to negotiate."

Mu Zhan pointed to a blood-red tower deep within the camp.

"That place is the 'Blood Pact Pavilion'."

"There are all sorts of extremely dangerous missions inside."

"Once completed, there will be not only a massive amount of Primordial Origin Stones, but also various high-level resources."

"I want to live."

"Let's go there and give it a shot."

That's all for this.

Mu Zhan waved his hand.

The three of them turned around.

They left the main tent.

……

The night wind was biting.

On the way back to Blackwind Hill, the atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

Cang Han clutched his collapsed chest, each step accompanied by excruciating pain.

His pure, dark eyes were filled with despair and resentment.

"Eleven Originium..."

Cang Han gritted his teeth and complained in a hoarse voice.

"The three of us almost risked our lives to get eleven source stones!"

"We don't even have enough to buy healing pills!"

"This isn't cultivation, this is just draining us of our last drop of blood!"

Earning Originium is too difficult.

A life less valuable than grass.

Lin Yan walked to the side, his expression cold and stern.

He ignored Cang Han's complaints.

His mind was racing, calculating a hopeless situation.

"I'm going to die."

Lin Yan spoke slowly, his voice revealing a rare hint of weakness.

"I just did a calculation."

"I want to transform all the ultimate source within my body into dust and break through to the early stage of the Dust Realm."

"Even with a sufficient supply of Originium, it would still take at least tens of thousands of years."

Lin Yan stopped in his tracks.

Looking at Yuan and Canghan.

"Ten thousand years."

"Given our current situation, if we fight today, someone else will show up tomorrow."

"I'm injured, and there are no resources to recover."

"Drag your wounded body to the battlefield."

Lin Yan took a deep breath.

"We simply can't survive this."

"Don't even mention ten thousand years."

"In a hundred years, we might be worn down and die here."

Dead end.

There is no safe environment and no sufficient resources.

There is only endless exploitation and killing.

And death.

Yuan remained silent, standing still.

……

Blue Star, Hidden Dragon Manor.

late at night.

Inside the study, only a dim wall lamp was lit.

Su Yu sat behind the large desk.

He wore a plain robe and his expression was calm and serene.

His eyelids were slightly lowered, and his fingers tapped unconsciously and rhythmically on the table.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

From Yuan's perspective.

The situation is very clear.

That's also terrible.

"A dead end."

The war of attrition in the HarmonyOS world is too brutal.

Yuan is over there; he won't last much longer.

Under such intense, relentless warfare, without resource replenishment, being worn down to death is only a matter of time.

Once Yuan is dead.

Then one will completely lose sight of the Hongmeng Great World.

They lost their only channel for acquiring higher-dimensional techniques and information.

Su Yu's brows furrowed slightly.

"What should we do?"

He asked himself this question in his heart.

To go or not to go?

If I don't go.

Even if I stay on Earth, I will still be an invincible being.

They can live out their long years in peace and tranquility.

However, the price is that one may be locked at the peak of the Microscopic Realm, never able to glimpse the mysteries of the True Realm.

Even more terrifying.

The gaze of that higher-dimensional being was like a Damocles' sword hanging over one's head.

No one knows when that bronze hand will descend again.

If we don't give it a shot.

When disaster truly strikes, one will not even have the right to resist.

but.

What if I go?

The risk is too great.

There is no safe ascension route.

Although my current strength is invincible in the lower realm.

However, once they reach the Great World of Primordial Chaos, they will at most be at the late stage of the Microscopic Dust Realm.

What if, during the ascension process, you are targeted by a master like Mu Zhan?

Or they could fall directly into the encirclement of the Jiuli Witchcraft Tribe.

That would be walking right into a trap.

dilemma.

Su Yu's knocking gradually stopped.

A deathly silence fell over the study.

Just then.

crunch.

The door to the study was gently pushed open.

Lin Xiaoxiao walked in carrying a steaming bowl of ginseng soup.