Chapter 2, Turning Point

Yishui Han looked at the garment in his hand; although it was referred to as clothing, it was actually a long box measuring half a meter in length and thirty centimeters in width. On the crystal display above the box, some data regarding the garment was shown. However, modern people preferred to refer to this type of box as a complete outfit.

Upon hearing such a title, the old man shook his beard and burst into hearty laughter: "Ha ha, how amusing! You actually call me 'Uncle.' What an interesting little fellow you are! I remember that no one has addressed me this way for five hundred years."

Little rascal, have you finally woken up? Hurry up, you little troublemaker have caused me a lot of trouble

What a coincidence, Yi Shuihan thought to himself, it was quite dangerous. He quickly introduced himself, saying: "Grandpa Mu, my name is Yi Shuihan, you can just call me Xiao Yi. You saved my life, and from now on, I will do my utmost to repay your kindness whenever you have any tasks for me."

"My goodness, a natural diamond! How is it that even the monitor cannot detect its size? It must be at least several kilometers in size!" As he spoke, Yi Shuihan swallowed hard; this was indeed a shocking discovery. In today's technologically advanced era, natural diamonds are also valuable minerals in the market. However, below 1,500 kilometers underground, it is almost a no-mining zone, as transporting resources from such depths requires astronomical investments, making further mining virtually impossible. This was indeed a shocking discovery. In today's technologically advanced era, natural diamonds are also valuable minerals in the market. However, below 1,500 kilometers underground, it is almost a no-mining zone, as transporting resources from such depths requires astronomical investments, making further mining virtually impossible.

After Yi Shuihan fell into a coma again, the motorcycle emitted a warning buzz, but Yi Shuihan could no longer rise; he was already on the verge of death

Yishui Han nearly collapsed again upon hearing this. The old man's age seems rather advanced, doesn't it? While technology is quite developed now, it is likely that five hundred years ago, there were no well-established genetic enhancement techniques. It appears that this old gentleman is not simple.

In a state of unconsciousness, a faint light seemed to appear before him, yet there was no sensation of heat. A stream of cool water trickled down the side of his mouth. He could no longer care about anything else, and Yi Shuihan sucked vigorously. When he felt satisfied, he fell asleep once more

"Uncle, I heard that the defense system of the Pyramid of Light is extraordinarily powerful. How could something that only exists in legends be destroyed by my motorcycle?" Yi Shuihan initially intended to address the old man as 'Sir,' but this elder, despite his white beard and hair, appeared somewhat flushed and did not seem that old. However, his eyes conveyed an indescribable sense of age, perhaps filled with a kind of weariness. Weighing it over, Yi Shuihan ultimately chose to call his savior 'Uncle.' Nevertheless, this elder, aside from his white beard and hair, appeared somewhat flushed and did not seem that old. Yet, his eyes conveyed an indescribable sense of age, perhaps filled with a kind of weariness. Weighing it over, Yi Shuihan ultimately chose to call his savior 'Uncle.'

Yishui Han was somewhat bewildered. Did this old man want him to die just so he could plead for his life? He thought to himself, "What a lunatic." However, considering that this old man had saved him before, he absolutely could not slander him like that

He instinctively felt that something was amiss. Logically, his motorcycle should have been stuck in the diamond, but why was it still moving forward? However, he had no strength left to look at the monitor, so he could only tell himself: "Forget it, since I'm going to die on this motorcycle anyway, let it be as it is."

Alright, there’s no time to waste. I will find you a suitable outfit, so come out and help me. If you want to survive, you must work hard. However, this accident might not be a bad thing; you were originally going to give up and leave here, but now you might as well stay put. We have enough food to last us for two years. " After saying this, Old Master Mu rummaged through the chest at the head of the bed and handed a set of clothes to Yi Shuihan.

The shadow before him gradually overlapped, and suddenly he saw an old man with gray hair and a beard. He was puzzled; could it be that he had truly arrived in heaven

The old man clapped his hands and said: "To put it simply, I am conducting some archaeological work near the Earth's core, but your drilling machine has unfortunately come out through the tunnel I was using. To make matters worse, my light-transmitting pyramid has been damaged by your drilling machine. So for the time being, neither of us can return to the surface."

Old Master Mu scrutinized Yi Shuihan once more and coldly remarked: "Everyone can boast, I have seen plenty of it. What if I were to tell you to die right now?"

If what you mean is that I am not dead, I can understand your notion of luck. "Yishuihan replied sincerely, realizing that if this elder had saved him, such a kindness would be worth Yishuihan repaying with his life.

At the moment of deep confusion, the old man spoke. Along with the books.

Yishui Han's body was wrapped in a peculiar substance, and he felt much better. He attempted to sit cross-legged and experienced no discomfort whatsoever

After laughing for a while, the old gentleman said: "My surname is Mu, and everyone calls me Mr. Mu; you can call me Grandpa Mu. As for why the light-transmitting pyramid, capable of interstellar travel and deep drilling, was damaged by a drilling vehicle, it was because your vehicle happened to crash into the open door. At that time, I was instructing the robot to move things into the tower. Fortunately, I was standing far away; otherwise, I would have had to take responsibility."

The monitor indicates that the drilling machine is currently drilling a piece of an unimaginably difficult diamond

The super alloy drill bit is boring into an oversized diamond. However, the spirit of Yishuihan has waned somewhat; a diamond several kilometers deep would undoubtedly ruin the drill bit. At that point, one would be stuck inside this super diamond, but at least one would have such a grand coffin in death, which could be considered a form of compensation from heaven.

Hmph, I haven't encountered such a stubborn mule in hundreds of years. You actually dare to throw a tantrum like my old man. Can't you think things through? What does my old man want with your life? If you come to me with kind words, I would definitely be reluctant to let you die. It's just you and me now; even the main computer in my tower has stopped functioning. From now on, you'll have to keep me company.

Yishui Han's neck had already emerged with a line of blood, yet he did not bother to wipe it away. He resolutely said: "My mother taught me that when one receives a small favor, one should repay it with a great kindness. Although there have not been many who have helped my mother and me over the past twenty years, I still adhere strictly to my mother's teachings. My life belongs to you; I will return it to you with just a word from you."

Yishui Han did not expect that this old man would say such a thing with a stern look. Lowering his head and gritting his teeth, he thought to himself, my life was saved by that person, so what is wrong with giving something back to them

Hello, have I been saved?" Yi Shuihan was filled with confusion; he was heading towards the center of the earth, yet he encountered an old man.

I have not finished speaking yet, child, you are very fortunate, but at the same time, both you and I are quite unfortunate

The elderly man in front has yellow skin and black eyes, appearing very approachable. He represents the ancient Chinese ethnicity, which is now quite rare. However, Yi Shuihan's mother is a pure-blooded member of this ancient Chinese ethnicity. Yi Shuihan's skin is somewhat pale, but he has completely inherited his mother's black eyes and hair, which are pure black. The only notable feature is that his long hair falls over his ears, as his ears are slightly pointed. This characteristic is typically associated with elven lineage, yet it inadvertently manifests in Yi Shuihan. His mother is also very surprised that he possesses this trait.

"Child, you are very fortunate!" the old man remarked

Yi Shuihan finally had the opportunity to observe his surroundings. He should be inside a military tent, but this tent was of the most luxurious kind, constructed from reusable metallic foam that had been instantaneously piled up. The interior was meticulously arranged, and even on the wall, there hung an ancient sword that was said to exist only in legends. However, Yi Shuihan believed it was merely a decorative item

When Yi Shuihan felt himself on the verge of fainting, the drilling machine showed no signs of stopping. Summoning his remaining strength, he realized that he had already lost too much blood, and with numerous injuries throughout his body, he feared he could not hold on much longer

"Young man, you are quite bold!" Old Master Mu said with a smile that was not quite a smile.

"What?" Yi Shuihan exclaimed, recalling that the drilling machine had been able to operate continuously before he lost consciousness. Could it be that he had inadvertently stumbled into this old gentleman's drilling passage?

Yishui Han looked at the instructions and data on the crystal display, and suddenly his eyes lit up. He was somewhat incredulous, but after looking several times, he was certain it was not a mistake. Could this be...

Although it was deemed to be decorative, this decorative sword was undoubtedly sharpened. Yi Shuihan suddenly stood up, took a few steps to the wall, and with a "clang," he pulled out the treasured sword. Looking at the gleaming blade, he gritted his teeth and moved it towards his neck.

This time, the duration of the coma was even longer. He felt someone shaking him, and Yi Shuihan finally opened his eyes

The old man had a very expressive face; he glared at Yi Shuihan for a moment, then burst into hearty laughter

The anticipated sound of arterial spray did not occur; I only felt a lightness in my hand. When I opened my eyes, I saw the treasured sword already in the hands of the old man Mu.

The straightforward and resolute Yi Shuihan, upon thinking of this, raised his head and saw the ancient sword on the opposite wall

Yishui Han became even more perplexed