Whoosh!
The chilly morning breeze swept swiftly through the forest.
The Vines stretched between one giant tree after another, swaying gently in the wind.
Most of the Vines were over four meters in diameter, serving as roads through the forest.
Or rather—vine roads.
However.
Luo Jiuling knew that although the Vines appeared heavy, they were actually far lighter than one might expect.
That was because the Vines were hollow, woven together from numerous thinner Vines.
The Mystic Adept who had luckily survived stood atop a branch more than twenty meters thick, gazing out at the boundless sea of forest as he let out a silent sigh.
It had been nearly a month since arriving in the Senluo Realm, and Luo Jiuling had gained a rough understanding of the place's basic circumstances.
For example.
The weather in this realm was exceedingly strange.
It almost never rained during the day, but at night, torrential rain would pour down, often continuing through the entire night until it stopped at dawn.
And another thing.
The environment of this realm was equally peculiar.
Beneath the towering forest lay endless Water Swamps.
There were no fish at all in the vast swamps, only countless Water Worms of every hideous and terrifying shape.
A race known as the Spirit Monkey Clan mainly lived in the canopy.
At night.
Many savage Water Worms would emerge from the swamps and climb the tree trunks to hunt the Spirit Monkey Clan.
During the day.
Some Spirit Monkey Clan members would descend to the surface of the swamps, hunting Water Worms with better-tasting flesh for food.
In short.
The Spirit Monkey Clan and the Water Worm Race were considered mortal enemies, locked in a love-hate struggle for countless tens of thousands of years.
A few seconds later.
"Ao-ah~"
A strange cry