Over the years, the Kyushu Continent has been ravaged by war. Every year, small forces like the Xuan Tian Sect are uprooted, but more emerge like mushrooms after rain, claiming territories and further muddling the situation.,Thirty feet from the mine entrance, Lu Ye's gaze inadvertently swept over a corner to his left. There, a giant boulder lay across the path.,He kept walking, not stopping until he had covered about ten zhang. Only then did he put down the mining basket on his back. He tightened his grip on the pickaxe in his hand and took a stone of medium size from the basket, weighing it lightly.。