“Spirit Armored War Chariot?” He Yiming muttered in surprise. After some exploration, his astonishment quickly turned to delight.
Though the exterior of the Spirit Armored War Chariot measured only five or six meters in length and width, the interior revealed a massive space spanning a hundred meters on each side.
It was fully equipped with a warehouse, dormitories, a kitchen, and a dining area. Most impressively, it featured a mini resurrection room capable of reviving up to three players every ten minutes.
If too many players died simultaneously, the others would have to queue for resurrection.
This chariot was the perfect asset for the northern expedition. Players could travel in it, rest and recover during breaks, eat, sleep, and even respawn within the vehicle itself—eliminating the need to respawn back at the sect and trek back to the battlefield.
The only downside was its energy consumption: the chariot's array required ten spirit stones per hour to operate.
“Good thing Nangong Li gave me 500 spirit stones. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to afford this,” He Yiming thought gratefully, recalling the woman's graceful figure.
With the chariot bound to him, He Yiming stored it in his system space with a wave of his hand.
“Disciples!” He Yiming stepped out of the hall and addressed the players.
“It's starting!”
“I've eaten and rested—I'm good to grind for 10 hours straight!”
“Same here!”
The players were raring to go, brimming with excitement.
“Today, we march into the Ten Thousand Mountains of the North! We will battle countless beasts, seize opportunities, and claim our destinies!” He Yiming declared, his short but fiery speech igniting the players' enthusiasm.
At the base of the mountain, the players were wondering how they'd make the journey when He Yiming summoned the Spirit Armored War Chariot.
The players gawked at the sleek vehicle, but their amazement only deepened when they entered its spacious interior.
“Holy crap, is this the Spirit Armored War Chariot? It's insane!”
“A personal ride for the northern expedition? I'm sold!”
“Whoa, the inside's over ten times bigger than the outside! The spatial folding tech is wild!”
“Look, it even has a resurrection room!”
“Check out that huge warehouse—let's store our rations in there!”
“This kitchen is amazing! Bring me any meat you find, and I'll cook it up for you!” declared Tip of the Tongue Chef.
Excitement surged as players settled into the chariot, their preparations complete.
“Let's move out!” With a thought, He Yiming sent the chariot racing northward.
As for the now-empty Yanhuang Sect? He Yiming wasn't concerned.
Aside from the Spirit Fields, which only held budding spiritual herbs, there was nothing valuable left behind. The Library Pavilion was a system-protected building, impervious to destruction or unauthorized entry below the Foundation Establishment Realm.
And if a Foundation Establishment-level threat attacked?
He Yiming staying behind wouldn't make a difference.
Thus, he confidently led his entire sect out, heading straight for the Ten Thousand Mountains.
The Spirit Armored War Chariot's speed was impressive, and it soon reached the outskirts of the mountain range.
Sitting in the driver's seat, He Yiming marveled at the chariot's excellent soundproofing. He couldn't hear a thing from the cabin and mused, “The players must be bracing themselves for the life-or-death battles ahead. Maybe I should give another motivational speech.”
He opened the cabin door—and froze.
“The vast sky and endless earth are my love! The Deep Sea King is just a big idiot!
“More Deep Sea King skewers over here!”
“Shake it! Let's party!”
The players were partying hard, blaring music, eating hotpot, and even dancing shirtless on tables.
“Where's the music coming from?” He Yiming scanned the room.
In a corner, ID: Rhythm Master was playing a makeshift guitar crafted from the Deep Sea King's tendons while stomping on foot pedals attached to drums made from the king's stomach skin.
Despite the crude craftsmanship and occasional tuning issues, Rhythm Master's skills produced surprisingly decent melodies.
“You guys… really squeezed every last drop out of the Deep Sea King, huh?” He Yiming muttered, almost feeling sorry for the monster.
“That's not even the best part!” ID: Farming Master chimed in. “The Deep Sea King's SH pills are insanely effective—at least ten times stronger than the ones made from War Camel dung. Too bad Brother Mian didn't digest all of it; we could've crafted more pills!”
He Yiming froze, processing this new revelation. Did they… harvest the king's stomach contents too?
These players… are ruthless.
“Hey, Brother Ming is here!” A sharp-eyed player noticed He Yiming.
“Disciples, we've arrived at the edge of the Ten Thousand Mountains!” He Yiming announced, setting aside his inner turmoil.
“Holy crap, we're here!”
“My blade thirsts for battle!”
“Hahaha, I'm fully geared—just wait till you see me in action!”
The players hurriedly equipped their gear and assembled into their respective parties.
He Yiming began briefing them on the situation.
“This is the outermost region of the Ten Thousand Mountains. While most beasts here are at the Spiritual Vein Realm, many travel in groups. Occasionally, powerful late-stage Spiritual Vein Realm beasts may appear.”
He produced a bundle of small, twig-like items.
“These are distress signal sticks I've crafted. Each player, take one. If you encounter extreme danger, snap the stick. It will release a signal that I can see, and I'll come to assist immediately.”
The sticks were imbued with traces of He Yiming's Azure Emperor Longevity Physique and lightning energy. Snapping one would cause a burst of lightning to shoot into the sky, creating a visible green ring.
He Yiming planned to patrol the area on his Bright Moon Flying Sword, hovering thirty meters above ground to ensure he could respond quickly to any emergencies.
“Whoa, a rescue signal? That's genius!”
“Heh, like I'll ever need it!”
“Sniff, Ming cares so much about us. I'm touched!”
While some players boasted about their skills, they all obediently took the signal sticks.
Let's head that way! Go!”
“Charge!”
“This run's going to be a massive win!”
Before long, the players split into groups and dashed into the dense forests of the outer mountain range.
As they scattered, He Yiming stepped onto his Bright Moon Flying Sword and ascended, hovering roughly thirty meters above the ground. From his vantage point, he scanned the area, ready to intervene at a moment's notice.
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