Qin Siyang looked ahead in pain.
Thinking about what he should do.
His body had already reached its limit.
Exhaustion and pain were about to make him faint.
Should he slowly climb out from here, or forcefully activate [Violence] one more time and try to climb up?
There was no doubt that once [Violence] ended, he would pass out on the spot, completely unconscious.
After a brief moment of thought, he decided to gamble on [Violence] again.
Without [Violence], climbing up slowly was too risky.
This tunnel was not stable at all; he had to leave as soon as possible.
If a large-scale collapse occurred, even if he could punch through with violence, the oxygen level might not be enough to sustain him.
Qin Siyang swallowed his saliva.
Steeled his heart.
'Everything depends on this!'
"[Violence]!"
In an instant, power filled his entire body again.
The excruciating pain just now also completely disappeared.
He immediately focused all his attention and continued climbing.
As he expected.
The higher he climbed, the worse the tunnel's collapse became.
When he cleared the rubble blocking his way, hundreds of kilograms of dirt instantly poured in, making it difficult for him to even open his eyes.
This significantly slowed his progress.
But he knew—this was his last chance.
If this round of [Violence] ended before he escaped the tunnel—
Then there was no way he could survive.
So, Qin Siyang continued giving it his all, climbing outward as fast as he could.
During the climb, he also realized the terrifying nature of this plant god.
The Pooled Begonia had dragged him more than a thousand meters underground in just a few seconds.
And it wasn't even done.
When he escaped, it was still moving downward.
Who knew where it was headed?
Barely managing to escape, he felt a deep sense of relief.
He had no time to dwell on fear or think too much.
He poured all his focus into reaching the tunnel exit.
Five minutes passed.
He still couldn't see the exit.
Qin Siyang was so anxious he almost cursed.
But he forced himself to stay calm.
Clearing the rubble ahead, he pushed forward with all his might.
Eight minutes passed.
Still no exit.
'Is Heaven really trying to kill me?'
Qin Siyang grew even more desperate.
He climbed like a madman.
Nine minutes.
Still pitch black ahead.
The sand and dirt had completely buried his path.
Despair enveloped him.
He felt like his life might truly end here.
But Qin Siyang didn't give up.
Because he had never been someone who gave up.
Finally.
Just as he cleared some dirt and rubble and turned a corner—
A tiny speck of light appeared above in the tunnel.
Qin Siyang froze.
Stared blankly at that faint glow.
It was an unknown star.
Yet, to him, it was the sun that illuminated his entire world.
But—
His [Violence] time was almost up.
Even though the exit was so close.
He didn't have enough time to climb out.
He shouted at the top of his lungs, "Old Li!! Help me!!"
His voice echoed through the tunnel, shaking loose more sand and dirt.
But maybe the tunnel was too deep, or maybe Li Tianming had already left—
There was no response from the entrance.
Qin Siyang's heart clenched.
If he passed out in this cave, he could easily be discovered and killed by other divine entities.
He made a quick decision.
In the last few dozen seconds, he stopped climbing upward.
Instead, he punched the tunnel's side.
As fast as possible, he carved out a space large enough for him to lie down and move around.
Then he used rubble to seal the entrance, leaving only small gaps for air to flow in—
So he wouldn't suffocate while unconscious.
He could already see the sky from here, so there was no risk of running out of air.
With just over ten seconds left.
His own backpack had long since been corroded.
So he opened the middle-aged man's backpack, looking for food to quickly swallow and regain some energy—
To avoid starving to death while passed out.
Opening the backpack, he brushed aside a pile of faintly glowing red crystals and found a few pieces of bread.
He grabbed one in each hand and devoured them.
Because he had swallowed many divine entity remains before, his throat had become very strong.
One piece of bread took just two bites to go down.
After quickly eating two, he lay on the ground, waiting for [Violence] to wear off.
Just as he lay down, something crossed his mind, and his brows furrowed slightly.
'That pile of crystals in the bag… could it be…'
Suddenly, darkness swallowed his vision.
He lost consciousness.
.
.
.
He didn't know how much time had passed.
Qin Siyang only felt like he had slept for a very, very long time, dreaming endlessly.
In his dreams, he once again felt the vitality surging inside him.
But this time, he didn't wake up naturally.
He was jolted awake by pain.
The moment he woke up, his entire body burned with pain.
Looking closely, he realized—
Inside his damaged Cyan-Striped armor, some residual corrosive liquid from the Pooled Begonia was still there.
Constantly eating away at his body.
He hurriedly stripped it off and tossed it aside, standing bare-assed in the cold cave.
It wasn't that he didn't want to sit down.
It was just that his entire body had been corroded so badly that touching anything hurt.
Only the soles of his feet were fine, thanks to his protective boots.
His elbows and knees—
Even had exposed, bloody bone.
He grimaced in pain.
'Damn, I'm really something, huh? Wounded this badly and still alive?'
Qin Siyang wanted to roll around on the ground in agony but didn't dare.
He glanced at the rubble-sealed entrance—
No changes.
Looked safe.
Though his body ached unbearably, his gnawing hunger felt even worse.
He opened the backpack again, dug past the pile of dark red crystals, and pulled out two more pieces of bread.
After eating them and drinking some water, he thought about what to do next.
He wanted to check his phone for information from Florence to confirm if the crystals in the backpack were Crimson Crystals.
After fumbling around, he remembered—
His phone had been in his own backpack, which had long since been corroded by the Pooled Begonia.
But thinking about it.
What else could those red crystals be, if not Crimson Crystals?
If he didn't have those, he'd have no choice but to use [Violence] to dash back to the safe zone for treatment.
But now, holding such a valuable treasure—
His current fragile state couldn't protect it.
A light bulb went off in his head.
Sleeping could heal his wounds—
So why not sleep again and recover completely before heading out?
But he had just woken up, and the pain was excruciating—
How could he fall asleep?
At that moment, Qin Siyang had an extremely bold idea.
He would force himself to sleep.
His eyes gleamed with determination.
Since he could break his own fingers, knocking himself out should be doable too.
The brave feast, the cowardly starve!
He gritted his teeth, lay down—
Then, without hesitation, he punched the back of his own head.
But he didn't pass out.
'Pain pain pain pain—shit, too soft.'
It was hard to be ruthless to oneself.
'No! For the sake of this bag of Crimson Crystals! I have to be cruel!'
He stared at the mesmerizing red glow of the crystals.
Gritted his teeth, gathered all his strength—
And slammed his fist into the back of his head.
Crack—
The moment he lost consciousness, Qin Siyang seemed to hear the sound of his skull cracking.
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