Su Zimo held his saber and walked through the dark mine, not daring to go too fast.
After a long time, he stopped in his tracks and his vision cleared up.
The next moment, Su Zimo was met with a shocking scene.
There were more than ten thousand strong men kneeling on the ground, forming circles after circles. In the middle of these men was a pile of spirit stones the size of a small mountain, emanating a rich scent of spirit qi.
Those strong men were dressed in plain clothes and looked terrified - they were probably mortals who came to mine the spirit stones.
On top of the pile sat an extremely handsome young man. His black hair swayed lightly by itself as he spread his arms slightly open with his eyes closed.
Green streams of air floated out of the heads of the tens of thousands of men, entering the handsome man's body continuously.