Arhat of Humanity

In the dim and damp mine shaft, Lu Ye walked forward with a mining basket on his back and a pickaxe in his hand.,"A slave to the mines, a slave he shall remain…" Lu Ye comforted himself with these words. Compared to those who had been killed, at least he was still alive.,Though he admired Lu Ye, there were no special perks for him. As long as he hadn't opened his spiritual root, the chasm between ordinary people like Lu Ye and cultivators remained unbridgeable.。