A few days later, Wang Wu started losing hair all over his body!

What a tragedy!

He really didn't expect this would turn into a war.

His fur, which had been resilient for years, completely gave way this time—first his head went bald, then his entire body lost all its hair.

The key was that Evil Wind Bone Plague was quite cunning.

If you didn't treat it, it would just make all your bones and joints a little bit sore, the kind of pain even mortals could endure.

But once you started treating it, it was as if you had messed with its ancestral grave.

Wang Wu hadn't had the time to think about anything else these days.

He had only two thoughts in his mind: the treatment couldn't stop, and he absolutely couldn't give in.

Whatever happens, so be it, shrieking and crying at the top of his lungs, rolling around howling, he didn't care if it was embarrassing.

Every minute was an ordeal, every day felt like crossing a Celestial Tribulation.

He just couldn't understand, how could there be such an evil force in this world?

What in the world is this?

Why hadn't he heard of it before, does Heavenly Dao Mountain have such a desperate instance?

Why didn't Bear Mother remind him?

Alright, you couldn't blame the old one entirely, Essence energy was limited, it's not like you could communicate at will.

Wang Wu could only endure, persist.

A month had passed, and he had lost a good deal of weight, his original ten-ton weight had dropped without him knowing how much.

The key was that at the end of this month, there was a line of information drifting by like a dead fish.

"Your Evil Wind Bone Plague continues to wreak havoc; your Shou has decreased by 1 year, with permanent reductions of 1 in Basic Defense, Basic Agility, and Basic Power; and permanent reductions of 10 in Basic Physical Strength and Basic Life!"

Oh, heavens!

Wang Wu wanted to cry but had no tears, yet he could only keep on resisting.

Even if there wasn't the slightest sign of improvement, it was truly despairing.

If it were the past, he might have just given up.

But that was not an option!

Time still existed in one part of Purgatory, while Wang Wu was on the other side.

Suddenly, another month passed, and the same information drifted by like a dead fish, making Wang Wu deeply suspect that his treatment method might be wrong and that he should find a native doctor for a cure?

After three months, he certainly didn't want to miss the best treatment window.

He began to doubt himself.

That was the most troublesome part.

Because it was so uncertain.

At one point, he was really shaken.

However, the environment here still made him dismiss this thought, where on earth could he find a native doctor? Besides, he still needed to grind for Negative Resistance.

Come on, let's continue, theoretically, he still had 336 years of Shou in his youth stage; with so many Basic Attributes, he wasn't afraid, if there's a will, continue!

Wang Wu was really like a madman; in the last month, he tore apart all his previous mental states, not treating himself as human at all, not caring about his physical state, enduring it, madly enduring it.

He didn't even care about the passage of time.

Until one day, lying exhausted on the ground, thin like a Big Macaque, and even bald without a single hair, the long-lost attribute bar finally had two lines of information casually drifting by.

"You have successfully cured the Evil Wind Bone Plague (minor ailment level)."

"You have gained one point of Evil Wind Resistance, currently 1/10,000."

——

Damn!

This is on the same level as Thunder Resistance? Needing 10,000 points to be maxed?

Wang Wu was dumbfounded, but honestly, this Evil Wind Bone Plague was much more troublesome than Thunder-related difficulties.

Because last time when he was ambushed by Lv Dongyang, bombarded with thunder for six minutes, it increased his Thunder Resistance by 3 points.

But through these three months of torture worse than death, Wang Wu felt he could increase his Thunder Resistance by 30 points.

This resistance increase didn't make scientific sense.

Wang Wu was too exhausted to complain, truly exhausted; these three months of torment had made him lose at least two tons of weight and left his physical condition in a terrible state.

Worse still, he had run out of Vitality, now surviving solely on the operation of his Ice and Fire Dual Spirit Roots.

The only consolation was that the information in the attribute bar was very accurate, stating that it needed three months to cure, and it really wasn't any more or any less.

It precisely calculated his limit state.

After this, Wang Wu didn't want to do anything but lie on the ground and snooze for a long while.

When he woke up again, his stomach was growling with hunger, but there was an unexpected surprise, a line of information drifted by, calm and collected.

"Your Evil Wind Resistance +1."

Ugh, was that a big breath of relief?

No, it's not just heavy breathing, it's more real. In the past, with the Bear Mother's coordination, the negative resistance could be settled in one go, but now, it's not like he can bounce back after healing. He has to rest for several months like Wolf Bu'er and Yuan Bupu do after enduring a negative state.

Of course, the most likely thing is that he's really hungry and without Vitality, his Healing Talent cannot activate...

"I need to find something to eat."

Wang Wu thought, this was the most urgent matter. Unfortunately, he didn't learn how to make Ginseng Vitality Pill back in Great Pit City. Sigh, this boomerang really hits him hard every time.

Memories he can't bear to look back on, he once regrettably fell into a pit.

And without Vitality, he can't activate the Concealing Demon Pill, nor can he initiate Level 20 Passive Concealment, let alone silently perform Earth Escape.

In this vast desert, he's really having a headache.

"Let's dig a tunnel first, see if there's any underground water?"

Wang Wu isn't worried about starving to death. With his current physique, as long as he doesn't catch the Evil Wind Bone Plague again, he won't starve to death even in twenty years.

Plus, with his Ice and Fire Dual Spirit Roots, he can hold on for fifty years.

But that's not how the account is settled. This serious illness has caused significant damage to his body, not only delaying his daily practice but also wasting his longevity. He's living not just for survival.

"Over there should be the direction of Centipede Ridge. I can't go there; I have to dig east."

Luckily, Wang Wu always kept track of the direction, so there's no need to hesitate. First, he transformed into human form, then took out the Broken Sword and started digging. The human form doesn't have much impact on conserving Physical Strength. The problem is he can dig a very small tunnel, with a maximum radius of fifty centimeters. If in bear form, well, even a radius of three meters wouldn't be enough.

But Wang Wu never expected that this digging would last for a full three months, and he managed to dig a solid eight hundred miles.

Eight hundred miles, and he found nothing. No underground water, no plant roots, no indigenous demons, nothing.

Many times he wondered if he had dug in the wrong direction, but the tunnel behind him was as straight as could be. His Passive Danger Perception is Level 17. How could it possibly be wrong?

So, gritting his teeth, he continued digging!

If you have the guts, you will never run out of end!

I'm going to keep it up.

As it turned out, his words became prophetic, and he ended up digging another eight hundred miles.

He made it a total of sixteen hundred miles.

So by now, is he out of the desert's range?

Is the Evil Wind still raging?

It seems to be the territory of Heavenly Dao Mountain...

Well, he really didn't know how big Heavenly Dao Mountain's territory is. He only knows that the Great Snow Mountain is northeast of Heavenly Dao Mountain, and Centipede Ridge is directly west of it...

No way, I'm going to keep digging!

Wang Wu is full of confidence. The main reason is that over the past six months, his Evil Wind Resistance has been automatically increasing by 1 point each month, and it's currently at 7/10,000. Also, although he hasn't absorbed Vitality, his body is indeed gradually recovering. His fur has grown back, and along the way, he has increased his Ice and Fire Spirit Root cultivation progress to 18/50.

He still has plenty of Spiritual Qi resources. So far, he hasn't used the 34 Seventh-Grade Spiritual Qi Practice Pills, and he still has as many as 140 Eighth-Grade Spiritual Qi Practice Pills.

Just one provides 5,000 Points of Spiritual Qi.

What a great fortune.

Therefore, if you don't accept it, don't give up, just keep digging!

Wang Wu really couldn't believe it.

So, he continued digging for another three months, another eight hundred miles. In total, he has been in the desert for a year, and the attribute bar shows he is fifteen years old.

It's incredibly difficult to endure.

Yet he still found nothing, though his Evil Wind Resistance successfully reached 10/10,000, and his Ice and Fire Spirit Root cultivation progress broke through to 19/50.

"Then just keep digging; I've dug this far. There's no better choice, after all. I'm digging in a straight line all the way."

Wang Wu had no choice; he couldn't face the Evil Wind right now, so he decided to dig with determination, averaging eight hundred miles every three months, and he dug for nine more months.

Counting up, it's already 4,800 miles.

It's absurd to the extreme. Fortunately, his strength had greatly increased; he could live underground for five or six years without breathing. Otherwise, he really wouldn't have completed such a feat.

The Evil Wind Resistance didn't increase again, but his Ice and Fire Spirit Root cultivation continued, now successfully reaching 22/50.

And his mind had long since calmed down. He didn't care anymore; instead, he saw digging tunnels as a form of practice.

Then one day, he suddenly dug into emptiness; he reached a hollow space instead of breaking through to a new world. It seemed to be some kind of demon lair, barely three meters in diameter, but extending upwards.

Wang Wu retrieved the Broken Sword and put on the Ice and Fire Armor, then cautiously crawled through. It really was a Monster Cave. It was peculiar because every so often, he would find a new cave, and a sweet fragrance tinged with a foul stench began to permeate the air.

Although he didn't know what it was, some kind of memory in his bloodline unlocked a genetic code because of it.

"It's honey! It's honey! No way, there's honey in this desert? Have I unlocked a new map sub-quest?"

Wang Wu was overjoyed; he desperately needed Vitality now. Ah, ah, ah, to the point where he could barely contain his drooling.

A few seconds later, he calmed down and carefully observed his surroundings. At times like this, he mustn't act chaotically; he had to stay steady.

"This doesn't quite look like a beehive; it looks more like individual life units' pigeonholes or a construction crew's workers' sheds..."

Wang Wu slowly walked forward, and as far as he could see, it was full of these gourd-like pits, each with a small entrance and a large belly.

But if this were a beehive, if these were the small rooms each worker bee inhabited, then how big would these worker bees be?

Wang Wu measured it, good heavens, at least two meters long, about the size of an eagle.

Such massive worker bees, is it scientific?

Moreover, why aren't there any worker bees here? Did they all go out to collect honey? With worker bees this size, they could probably fly ten thousand miles to gather honey, right?

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