Chapter 2.
The fog grew denser. As cultivators, they couldn't see beyond a hundred meters. The fog strands contained a strange power, and the boundless earth was completely engulfed by darkness.
"Little brother, do you have any solution? Can you really lead us out?"
"Daoist, we're relying on you completely. If we manage to escape alive, I'll erect a longevity plaque for you."
Trapped in the Taichu Forbidden Area, no one could remain calm. All were anxious and had gathered around Ye Fan.
"Do any of you have Sources on you? I need them to change the earth's formation," Ye Fan asked the other five.
Old Dao didn't say anything and directly handed over a dozen bags, each containing fifty pounds of Source, which were his collected payments.
Seeing him do this, the other four also contributed, pooling over three hundred pounds. They were not ordinary people; otherwise, they wouldn't have spent fifty pounds of Source to come to the Great Primordial Mine.
