Chapter 220: Chapter 213: Schrodinger’s Desert_2

To gain 10 points of resistance, you have to exchange three years of longevity, 30 points of physical strength, 30 points of life, and permanently lose 3 points of power, 3 points of agility, and 3 points of defense!

How cruel, and how messed up!

As long as one has the ability to think normally, who wouldn’t weigh these costs?

A limit of 10,000 points of resistance requires an exchange of 3,000 years of longevity.

At the same time, you also have to give up 30,000 points of permanent life, 30,000 points of permanent physical strength.

Including 1,000 points of power, 1,000 points of agility, and 1,000 points of defense.

“Unless the increase in resistance gradually reduces this permanent loss. But this time, I clearly have 10 points of resistance, yet it has no effect at all.”

“Who dares to bet on this matter?”

These numbers made Wang Wu feel weak, drenched him in sweat, and sent chills down his spine.

This time, he finally understood why Bear Mother’s bloodline evolution level couldn’t match his, why even the Ancient Bear King and the Ancient Bear King’s father couldn’t exceed 50%?

Why even the Bear Demon Emperor’s Passive Concealment level is only at Level 20?

The reason is simple, everyone’s bloodline evolution level is pretty much stuck around 50%. To advance further, you either have to lay a solid foundation early on or farm Demon Emperor level negative resistances.

But farming Demon Emperor level negative resistances isn’t so easy.

10,000 points of Thunder Resistance!

10,000 points of Evil Wind Resistance!

Can you farm it just because you want to?

This bloodline evolution level is like a different kind of attribute point, there’s only so much total. Wang Wu has tilted most of his resources into Passive Concealment, achieving this level.

The Bear Demon Emperor likely distributed resources evenly or chose a different path.

In any case, this is the harshest truth.

Who dares to bet that resistance increase will gradually reduce the loss?

What if it takes 1,000 points of resistance to lower the loss?

What if it takes 5,000 points?

At this moment, Wang Wu hesitated, chickened out, and wanted to retreat because he truly couldn’t afford the 3,000 years of longevity. In fact, even giving up 500 years of longevity to farm made him feel it was a huge loss.

“No more farming, unless I can find those natives to see if there’s a way to reduce the permanent loss from the Evil Wind Bone Plague, otherwise, it’s just impossible.”

Next, he planned to return, stop wasting effort, and instead use the time to upgrade the three Seventh Grade Tongqiao Demon Pills to Ruyi Demon Pills, or even upgrade all to Overlord Body Demon Pills or Spirit Communication Demon Pills. The Evil Wind in this desert was truly formidable.

At that moment, he followed the excavation marks he had made earlier, digging forward 1,500 miles, planning to return to the Bee Palace. But to his horror, the Bee Palace had disappeared.

Originally, he had calculated precisely, digging 1,500 miles, even the traces of his previous excavation and filled-in traces were there, but the entire Bee Palace had truly vanished.

It disappeared into thin air, the front still covered in thick layers of soil, and he even dug another 300 miles forward unwillingly, finding nothing!

He even emerged to the surface, but found nothing but yellow sand above ground.

This place is too strange!

How could it have vanished?

Logically speaking, shifting surface quicksand shouldn’t affect the soil layers underneath, could it be that the Bee Palace could move by itself?

Wang Wu quickly dove back underground, as he was currently in a period of the Evil Wind Bone Plague outbreak, so he couldn’t aggravate the condition.

Now, he started to regret not following those desert natives earlier. Now, returning wasn’t an option due to the rapidly shifting surface sand layers.

“Calm down, it’s not too serious yet. I still have more than twenty thousand Vitality points, and the Evil Wind Bone Plague is controllable. At worst, I’ll just keep digging forward. Based on my last experience with the direct dig to the Bee Palace, this eerie desert isn’t an absolute dead-end, there are paths to survival. At worst, I sacrifice a few hundred years of longevity waiting for those natives to reappear in the desert.”

“Moreover, the Evil Wind Bone Plague won’t afflict immediately upon going out, it takes three days. I just need to venture out briefly each time, which should slow down the symptoms.”

So now, Wang Wu ceased dawdling and dedicated all his energy to dealing with the Evil Wind Bone Plague.

A full month, thirty days, not a day less.

Still, there’s a permanent loss of longevity and basic attributes.

The second month was also thirty days, with the same losses.

Until the end of the third month, the entire process was identical to the last time, even the symptom of losing all fur remained the same.

Perhaps the only good news was that his Vitality points were ample this time, allowing him to recover about 70 to 80 percent in just half a month and gain precisely 10 points of Evil Wind Resistance.

This messed-up situation led Wang Wu to involuntarily inquire in the attribute bar, asking the Inheritance Soul Jade if there could be any reasonable advice.

But as expected, no such function existed.

The attribute bar plus Inheritance Soul Jade played dead throughout.

Yet this implies that in its time, the Bear Demon Emperor didn’t even dare to farm Evil Wind Resistance, no, to be more precise, it likely foresaw the terrifying cost involved.

Even the Ancient Bear King’s father’s father and Bear Mother never attempted the Evil Wind Resistance, otherwise, the Inheritance Soul Jade would surely have offered an opinion.

“This matter is over, I’m not farming it!”

Wang Wu took a deep breath, planning to continue digging, even if it meant going another 5,000 miles.

However, just as he was about to start, he hesitated again, because now he was sure of one thing: this mysterious desert on the southwestern corner of the West Wilderness wasn’t what it currently appeared to be. It was strange and mysterious, and Wang Wu even suspected it might be a living entity.

Without delving deeper, he once dug 4,800 miles at once and instantly reached the Bee Palace. Was that luck?

He once thought it was luck, but looking back now, his tunneling might have inadvertently conformed to some kind of mysterious, unknown rule, possibly a frequency, which led him straight to the Bee Palace.

Even encountering the desert natives this time might have embodied some pattern.

“Damn it, could this place be hiding some kind of Ancient Level Grand Array?”

Wang Wu couldn’t help but let his imagination run wild.

“So, I’ve already missed the Bee Palace and the desert natives. If I leave now, what else might I miss? What will I miss when I return in the future?”

“It feels like a Schrodinger’s desert!”

“Every moment, I will encounter—no, it’s all beings who can endure the Evil Wind Bone Plague will encounter something, maybe good, maybe bad, but who knows?”

“It feels like a philosophical desert.”

Thinking of this, Wang Wu silently chuckled and decided to try going out again, just as a test.

At that moment, he left a bear fur containing Vitality underground instead of the fragile bear fur that soon turns to dust due to the loss of Vitality from the Evil Wind Bone Plague, using it as a marker.

A few minutes later, he arrived on the surface, but it was still nothing but yellow sand, nothing else, as ever.

Wang Wu didn’t mind, lay quietly on the ground, and waited patiently.

And just as expected, after only a few hours, he suddenly noticed that the bear fur had flown nearly 1,200 meters away.

He immediately jumped up and sprinted toward the position of the bear fur, and just as he was about to reach the top of it, he also saw a large lizard in the distance and once again encountered that group of desert natives.

This time, Wang Wu activated the Concealing Demon Pill without hesitation, following the moment the large lizard passed by, not daring to approach for fear of disturbing those natives, and because Passive Concealment doesn’t mean having no weight.

Fortunately, even if the big lizard ran quickly, Wang Wu could keep up.

Once these natives had another big harvest, they rushed forward, sprinting nearly 500 miles until a huge sand dune appeared in front.

The big lizard directly tunneled through.

It seemed as if the sand dune was an illusion.

But when Wang Wu attempted to follow, he ended up stuck in a sandpit, getting a mouthful of sand and finds nothing!

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