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However, within his own perspective, he could clearly observe that the Tree Trunk was gradually dissolving until it completely melted away.
In the end, a section of the Tree Trunk suddenly vanished, leaving a large wooden Block suspended in mid-air. Yun Yi took a step forward, and the wooden piece was instantly enveloped in his pack.
With the base support lost, the entire tree swayed for a moment before crashing down with a thunderous sound. As the Tree Trunk hit the ground, the task of felling trees became much simpler; within moments, Yun Yi had completely dealt with this tree, increasing the amount of wood in his backpack.
On the eastern side of Taihang Mountain, there were numerous dead trees from which humans could strip bark but could not consume the Tree Trunk itself. Despite having stripped away all the bark, many dried trees still awaited him. At most, he could gather some dry branches to use for firewood. The main Tree Trunks remained untouched.
After felling one tree, Yun Yi hurried to the next one to continue his lumbering. The age-old wisdom among players was clear: to get rich, one must first chop down trees. This was indeed a lesson passed down through generations.
Of course, more importantly, logs were fundamental materials in this world. It could be said that most items in this realm were related to logs, whether directly or indirectly. For instance, various tools—axes, picks, hoes—regardless of whether they were made of wood, stone, iron, or even diamond or Nether alloys—ultimately relied on wooden sticks crafted from logs.
This time, Yun Yi planned to gather more logs than usual. He intended to venture into Taihang Mountain to mine Coal for further equipment upgrades, which required a significant amount of wood to craft iron picks.
Once he had set his goal, Yun Yi began his intense logging work. Forty strikes, forty strikes, forty strikes. Compared to using a heavy hammer for eight strikes, using a small hammer for forty strikes proved to be much more economical and efficient.
No matter the strength applied, as long as it is done enough times, the dry branches will naturally snap. Dust rose in the air as one withered tree after another fell. The logs in the backpack gradually accumulated. It wasn't until the backpack was completely filled that Yun Yi finally stopped swinging his axe. He had gathered enough wood; it was time to head into the mountains.
He pulled out a map and oriented himself towards the depths of Taihang Mountain. As he traversed ridge after ridge, the sparse yellowing trees around him transformed into a dense, lush green, with sunlight obscured by the leaves overhead. Fortunately, he had the map to guide him; without it, he would have had no way to discern his direction.
After walking for about half an hour, the surroundings grew dimmer. Just then, through the gaps between the trees, two bright lights flickered in the distance atop a mountain peak. That was where he had previously constructed the Time Travel Memorial Tower. As he drew closer step by step, he noticed that the once wild jungle filled with venomous insects and snakes was now bustling with people.
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