"Dang, dang, dang …"
Ear-piercing noises could be heard coming from the hard ores. Many Star Disciples were digging the ores with specially made hoes in their hands. Their cultivation levels were heaven-defying, but that was only relative to the Mortal Realms.
Every one of them was a well-known figure in the Mortal Realms, but now they were here mining. Mining seemed like a very simple job that anyone could do. But the ore here was completely different. It was extremely hard. Even a Star Master would not be able to easily break through the ore.
Master Xing could break it, but he would also have to spend a lot of effort to do so. Therefore, these Star Apostles were all holding special hoes and digging out the ore bit by bit.
Some had to work very hard to dig out an ore the size of a fingernail. Those who were luckier could dig out an ore the size of a fist.
Every time they dug, it would take a few months to dig out one or two pieces. This was enough to prove how difficult it was to dig out.
The ore in front of them was called a Chaos Stone. It was a combination of various energies. It could be used to refine weapons or cultivate. It was basically the hard currency of the Ancestor's Land.
Because this kind of work required a lot of time, it was not worth it to ask Master Xing to come and dig. Therefore, they needed Star Apostles to dig. Those with lower cultivation levels were even harder to dig out, and those with higher cultivation levels were not worth it.
Especially since they were a group of slaves. They were basically just giving everything they had in exchange for their freedom! They were originally free. Now that they had been captured as slaves, they were as angry as they could be.
However, they had been engraved with a slave mark. They had no choice. They were very angry, but they did not even have the chance to resist.
Here, they only needed to say one word, and they had to obey orders without hesitation, even if they had to commit suicide. This was the effect of the slave mark. It was irresistible.
If they wanted to regain their freedom, they either had to kill the caster or remove the slave mark.
The chief caster was the Celestial Terminus Lord. All the slave marks were set up by him, so he could order all the slaves. However, under the authority of the slave mark, they would be distributed to the corresponding managers.
Among the managers with different responsibilities, there was a corresponding authority to command.
For example, the team leader in the Thunder Shadow Palace could order them, and so could the Palace Master. However, once their cultivation surpassed that of the Palace Lord and the others, they wouldn't be able to command them anymore. Only those at the level of Grandmaster Xing could command them.
Similarly, only captains or law enforcers could give orders. It wasn't something that any cultivator could command. Otherwise, they could do whatever they wanted.
"When will this day come to an end?"
"Sigh, only God knows. Only by digging out a fist-sized ore could one obtain one Military Merit. One had to accumulate 100,000 Military Merit before they could exchange for their freedom. It's a nightmare. I can only mine every day, and it's hard for me to make a name for myself. "
"I wonder when I'll be able to accumulate 100,000 military merits. It'll probably take me hundreds of thousands of years, right?"
Some of the Star Apostles started to complain as they mined. However, they only dared to complain softly and did not dare to say it out loud.
"Pa!"
A long whip lashed over and sent one of the Star Apostles flying. His body was almost cut in half at the waist. Xing Tu, who had been sent flying, lay paralyzed on the ground. However, his body was slowly recovering. Logically speaking, it should have healed very quickly, but now, it was recovering extremely slowly. This was enough to prove that he was in a rather dangerous situation, and that was his energy deficit.
"What are you babbling about down there? Just do your work! A bunch of guys who haven't even awakened the Star Dharma Idol are still talking about making a name for themselves? Just work hard and accumulate Military Merit. We'll talk about it when we get our freedom! "The guard's expression was full of disgust and disdain. He looked down on these Star Apostles.
He was also very ruthless and had almost killed the Star Apostle.
"I'm, I'm sorry, Sir. I'll work hard to mine now …" After a while, the Star Apostle who had been sent flying slowly got up. His body had already healed, and he could get up now.
"That's not enough. Slap yourself a thousand times!" the guard ordered.
"Pa pa pa …"
After the Star Apostle stood up, he couldn't control his body and kept slapping himself in the face. Every slap was very heavy. He didn't want to do that, but he couldn't control his body and kept slapping himself in the face.
This was the effect of the Slave Mark. He couldn't resist it at all.
If he slapped himself a thousand more times, his head would be smashed. As a Star Apostle, how could his powerful slaps be weak? Hence, when he was about to faint, he naturally wouldn't continue slapping himself in the face.
However, he had to complete the thousand slaps. He wouldn't faint, but after he woke up, he would continue to slap himself until he had completed the thousand slaps.
The Slave Mark was so powerful that there was basically no way to resist it.
On the other side, a Star Apostle in the late stage was silently digging at the side. He used all his strength every time. The number of hoes that had been broken by him was uncountable.
"Dengfeng, don't you want to take a break? Although it's more strict here, you can still take a break. Also, you've worked harder than most of the other miners. Even if you want to get your freedom faster, you don't have to be so ruthless, right? If you continue like this, I'm afraid your body won't be able to take it. "The Star Apostle beside him tried to persuade him.
The person he was trying to persuade was a burly man with scars all over his body. His face wasn't handsome, but he looked very resolute.
"Thank you for your concern, but I can't stop, and I don't want to stop …" The Star Apostle named Dengfeng continued to dig hard.
"Sigh, is it for your hometown again?" The Star Apostle beside him shook his head and sighed. "Don't we want to do it for our hometown? But for our own freedom, we can't even find a way to do it. You're quite powerful, why can't you awaken the Star Dharma Power? "
"No, they won't let me awaken the Star Dharma Power at all … It's all because of my stubbornness." Dengfeng shook his head, but he didn't show any signs of regret. He continued to dig hard. "I'll mine hard in exchange for my freedom, and then for the ownership of my hometown!
"Whether it's a hundred thousand years or a million years, I'll make it come true!"
Dengfeng continued to dig hard without stopping. Even though his hands were already covered in blood, he still didn't stop. As long as it wasn't the limit of his limits, he wouldn't stop!
The Star Apostle beside him sighed deeply. Such an expert was digging with them. It could only be said that the Empyrean Terminus Ancestral Land had made a mistake!
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