The Holy Emperor of the World: from Mine Slave to Human Emperor

"Exian Chang, how are the crops growing this time?" "It's very good. It's full of spiritual energy. It will be harvested in another three years." In the dark mine, Qin Che wiped away the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, and the remaining marks on his palms were hot. He remembered the night when the whole village was massacred, and the immortal cultivators talked and laughed in the same way as they assessed the "harvest". Three years later, the immortal envoy came with a sickle, only to see—— A majestic city stood on top of the ruins, with dragon flags ringing. Qin Che stood at the top of the city, behind him were thousands of mining slaves who were once like nothing. Now their energy and blood are soaring into the sky like wolf smoke, forming a battle formation. "The human race in this world will cut off their seats today." The immortal envoy said indifferently. Qin Che's voice shattered the clouds and spread throughout the countryside. "If you want to fight, then fight. I won't allow it."