At the bottom of the sinkhole, above the cracks in space.
Li Wuming spent an extremely relaxing first day. His whole body was filled with rich, colorful chaos. He could freely shuttle back and forth in the cracks in space to explore everything he wanted to know.
He felt very lucky to be here early.
He knew very well that with his current strength, he was actually not qualified to touch this place.
Even entering Qingmingyuan is actually very reluctant.
"The more I look at it, the more it looks like it was split with a sword..." Li Wuming stood outside the space crack, imagining that when he crossed here, he swung a sword at will, and a huge space crack suddenly appeared... He couldn't help but feel excited for a while.
"In the future, I will definitely be able to do it too."
Li Wuming encouraged himself for a while and studied the edge of the space crack again, trying to find out if there was any remaining sword intent or sword energy.
When you are focused, time always seems to pass quickly.
Two days later.
Li Wuming looked at the space crack again and felt nothing. He passed through the space crack and looked further down.
The twisted space has no light at all.
Even if the colorful chaos that filled his body emitted light, it could not illuminate the way forward.
Can't see clearly.
"Why do you feel a little depressed after staying here for a long time?" Li Wuming looked around again and found that the gray mist that was originally full of mystery in his eyes suddenly became deep and depressing, like a dark wall, sealing off the surroundings and surrounding him. Trapped firmly in this space crack.
The clock is ticking.
Three more days later.
Li Wuming's bun was already messy, his brows were furrowed very tightly, he touched his stomach from time to time, and his eyes were staring at the bottom of the crack in space most of the time.
He had stopped moving, trying to conserve as much strength as possible.
"Did that bastard forget about me?"
Li Wuming frowned, and his heart was already a little hairy. He had already imagined that he alone died in this space crack inexplicably.
Perhaps no one found his body for hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of years.
Every time he thought about this, his scalp felt like it was going to explode, and his spine felt chilly at the same time.
"Asshole, come back as soon as you're still alive. Do you want me to starve to death here?"
In order to maintain his strength, Li Wuming closed his eyes and didn't even blink his eyelids.
He regretted not asking Chu Xiu for food and drinks when he went down.
In the past, he had imagined that he could live forever, and he had also imagined how he would die... There are many ways to die, but he never thought that he might starve to death or die of thirst.
Time continues to pass.
Even though Li Wuming was motionless, his physical strength was still being consumed, and his hunger and thirst were increasing.
"No, I have to find a way to save myself..." Li Wuming opened his eyes, first looked down, then looked up, his brows furrowed tightly.
These are the only two roads. If you go down, you may encounter Chu Xiu or reach the Mingtian Realm;
Going up, he would definitely encounter a tiankeng, which was filled with solid poisonous miasma. He had calculated the time it would take him to come down from the tiankeng, and was basically sure that with his current strength, he would not be able to pass through the tiankeng. If he wanted to If you force your way through the sinkhole, the most likely outcome is death halfway through.
However, there is poisonous miasma in the sinkhole.
Drinking poison can quench thirst, and eating poisonous miasma may temporarily quench hunger.
When he thought of this, Li Wuming couldn't help but feel envious of Chu Xiu. He had seen with his own eyes that Chu Xiu could eat poisonous miasma alive and refine it for his own use.
"I pride myself on practicing the poison sword, but in the end, I am worse than a bastard foodie."
Li Wuming was depressed and unspeakable, and at the same time he was in a dilemma.
His choice may very well affect his life or death, so he must consider it carefully.
Three more days passed.
The feeling of hunger and thirst had hit his brain directly, and Li Wuming knew that he had to make a choice.
Up, or down.
Choose one of the two.
"At this time, I should trust you, Mr. Thirteen."
"Similarly, I should also believe in myself."
"You can eat poisonous miasma alive, why can't I?"
"How can I be weaker than you when I practice poison sword?"
Li Wuming raised his head, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes, and he had already made a choice.
He didn't hesitate any longer, and his body, wrapped in colorful mist, went straight up to the bottom of the sinkhole.
The space here has become extremely distorted, and the power of heaven and earth is permeating everywhere.
Li Wuming drew out the sword hanging from his waist and stabbed the poisonous miasma solidified in the twisted space.
Looking back at the crack in space for the last time, Li Wuming thought of Chu Xiu's voice and appearance, and he exerted force with his right hand.
The poisonous miasma was spreading, and Li Wuming's figure rushed directly into the bottom of the sinkhole.
There was mist of chaos covering him, and the tiankeng contained a highly poisonous miasma that could not cause the slightest harm to Li Wuming.
What he has to do is to actively absorb the toxicity and medicinal effects contained in the poisonous miasma.
"Mr. Thirteen, Li Wuming sincerely hopes that you are still alive." Li Wuming thought, and began to use Xuan Gong to try to absorb the poisonous miasma around him.
This process is undoubtedly extremely painful.
However, in such a desperate situation, Li Wuming had no other choice.
He can only take a gamble!
…
Underworld domain.
The once golden spiritual sea has disappeared;
Dust filled the sky in the primeval forest where countless towering trees and giant beasts once grew.
Desolation, chaos, and silence.
The entire Netherworld realm was devoid of any life.
To be precise, from the moment Chu Xiu completely absorbed the barrier of heaven and earth, the Mingtian Domain was gone, and it became the bottom of the nineteen states.
Where the barrier between heaven and earth once stood, a new house still stood quietly.
Outside the new house, there was silence.
In the new house, there was constant cheer.
Even if there are only Chu Xiu and Pei Yiren, even if they are just in a new house, this man and woman can enjoy the happiest thing in the world.
There is tenderness and sweetness between them.
At the same time, the biggest difference between them and Li Wuming is:
Their relationship is full of hope.
They don't even think about whether they will starve to death here.
Not to mention that Chu Xiu devoured all the vitality and resources contained in the entire Netherworld; the food and wine contained in Chu Xiu's body space alone were enough for the two of them to live happily for countless days.
The joy between the two of them continued.
At the same time, the thought of 'forgetting something' in Chu Xiu's heart became stronger and stronger.
About half a month after the wedding, he finally couldn't help but told Pei Yiren what was in his heart.
Pei Yiren blinked, her heart suddenly jumped, and she stared at Chu Xiu, "Did you come alone to the Mingtian Territory this time?"
"Well……"
Chu Xiu was dumbfounded and looked at Pei Yiren blankly.
"How many days have we been here?" Chu Xiu looked guilty.
Pei Yiren also looked unnatural and muttered: "It should be less than a month, right?"
"Less than a month?"
"A month and a half at most."
"If you don't eat or drink for a month and a half, you won't starve to death, right?"
"Probably...maybe...maybe...should...not starve to death."
