1577 1577. Digging

Years went by, but the situation of Noah's group didn't change. Their constant efforts couldn't make them ignore the vastness of the Immortal Lands.

Creating a tunnel throughout an entire region took weeks, even when the three hybrids worked together. Moreover, they had to stop multiple times to check their current position and reestablish their precautions.

Noah used his breaks to improve the workshop. He had many materials and time, so his expertise with that technique steadily grew.

He even had valid blueprints already. His focus was on the fake cores now. Noah had to improve those items to finally get his hands on an endless army of rank 8 magical beasts.

The journey was uneventful. The underground area was almost uninhabited since only existences interested in the chaotic laws decided to settle there. Living under the surface would defeat that purpose.