The cultivators were still working laboriously in the pitch-dark mine, knocking and digging at the hard rock walls. The ringing of metal and rock clashing echoed without an end.
Under the supervision of several hundred foremen and over one thousand Yakshas, none of the cultivators dared to slack off. They were extracting ores with all their effort, producing a volume about twenty percent more than that when Lu Buwei was the supervisor.
Wu Qi had ordered some Yakshas to help him open up a rectangular cave in his chamber, roughly one thousand feet in both width and length, and slightly over one mile in height. Now, he was sitting in the center of the cave, tilting his head up and staring blankly at the ceiling. The walls around him were fully carved with extremely complex patterns of formations and dotted with runes.
"Minor Universe Yaksha Soul Depriving Formation!"
