Yang Qi’s cultivation base was climbing higher by the moment, and none of the fierce heavenly tribulations seemed to pose even the slightest problem. The instant he reached the True Real Step, another hundred million megamammoth particles woke up.

The power of the nine mammoth tusks was almost liquid as it poured into Yang Qi, filling him with power that originated from Demolishing level demon-immortal dracomammoths.

Four hundred million megamammoths!

POP!

Yang Qi waved his hand, digging up massive amounts of golden soil. Normally speaking, the Hell of Mahānata was so strong and durable that not even eighth or ninth step Great Sages could have hewn it open. But to Yang Qi, it was as malleable as tofu, and he could excavate it as easily as blowing some dust off of his shoulder.

Buzzzz.

Immense veins of subterranean ore resembling clawed dragons were pulled up, and immortal energy flourished. Of course, to most cultivators it would count as devil energy.

One of the ore veins that he dug up...