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"Mark the location of the Secondary Creation Stone."
After the excitement, Wu Hui reacted quickly and gave orders to the Godhead.
Soon, an arrow emitting white light appeared in his field of vision.
The arrow pointed vertically downward, directly to a green area on the ground below.
It was a green carpet interwoven with fungal mats and low-level green mosses. In contrast to the surrounding rugged rocks and soil, it was as conspicuous as an oasis in the desert.
Wu Hui looked down and felt a special breath in the green.
It is a different kind of vitality, more active and mysterious than ordinary energy. Faintly, it seems to be filled with the wonders of the universe.
"Could it be... this is the breath of the Secondary Fortune Stone?" Wu Hui's eyes lit up, and he ordered the Eye of Holy Light, "Follow the arrow, let's go down."
The Eye of Holy Light immediately flapped its wings and flew down. Its wings could be large or small, and could be stretched as desired. In the void, they could be spread out to a size of several hundred meters. However, in the atmosphere with air, they could shrink very small and adapt to various complex environments.
The closer they got, the more obvious the subtle aura became. Wu Hui became more and more confident. He immediately used up a little of his divine power, blasted a hole in the green fungal carpet, and rushed in.
Unexpectedly, this rush took him straight into a densely packed underground cave.
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Deep underground, there is a wide cave.
This cave is located at the outermost part of the royal court, where the caveman queen convenes the parliament. The four walls of the cave have been reinforced countless times using the unique technology of the cavemen. Even in a violent earthquake, it will not collapse. It is very stable. At the top of the cave, small pieces of fungal carpet emit a weak fluorescence, barely illuminating the entire cave.
At this moment, in the cave, the caveman queen sat high on the throne, and below her, a group of potato-like cavemen were arguing fiercely. The excited quarreling sounds kept echoing in the cave, and it seemed that the fungal carpet above their heads was shaking slightly.
"No! Absolutely not!" A caveman with a mustache on his mouth roared, "In order to resist the monster, our army has suffered heavy casualties, and only less than one-third of it is left. We have no chance of winning if we fight those beasts at this time. It is better to give up part of the mushroom field, shrink the territory, and recuperate. When our army becomes strong, we will naturally be able to take the mushroom field back..."
“Nonsense!”
Before he could finish, a skinny caveman with wrinkled and pale skin stood up tremblingly, hit the mustache on the arm with a crutch, and scolded angrily: "Without the mushroom field, what will the newborn cubs eat?! You can survive by eating soil, but the cubs can't! The number of mushroom fields is not enough, and if you give up some of them, are you going to watch the cubs starve to death?!"
Seeing him trembling and about to faint from anger, the cave dweller next to him quickly went over to support him and then advised the man with a mustache: "Don't say anything."
“Yeah~” The cave dweller next to him also advised the little mustache, “The mushroom field is our foundation. Without the mushroom field, the number of newborn babies that can survive will definitely decrease. When the number of warriors decreases, we will be no match for the weir beasts.”