As his thoughts raced, Pei Ling was just about to speak and address Patriarch Chongming by his Honorific Title when the space around him abruptly shifted. In an instant, the torrential rain, the cracked earth, and the desolate stone mountains all vanished without a trace.
What appeared before him was a towering, gloomy forest.
One enormous black tree after another soared into the sky.
The trees were pitch-black from trunk to crown, their aura as gloomy as night. They seemed utterly lifeless, yet their branches and leaves were lush and tangled. Together, they resembled layers upon layers of Dark Clouds, blotting out the sun and filling the forest with a chill, eerie gloom.
The forest was deep, yet utterly silent, as if these trees were the only living things in this world.
Looking at the utterly unfamiliar surroundings, Pei Ling froze for a moment before immediately realizing what had happened. The Jianmu had sensed him and struck again, transferring him to the next world!
Pei Ling frowned. Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately looked up at the sky.
The next moment, above the treetops that resembled Dark Clouds, actual clouds quickly gathered across the vast blue sky.
Blackness blotted out the heavens.
In the blink of an eye, rain poured down in torrents.
Splash, splash...
Countless black leaves were knocked from the branches by the brutal raindrops, scattering through the air like a sudden downpour.
Newly formed black streams ran beneath the trees, converging into rivers that twisted like snakes and insects as they rushed toward the distance.
The rain roared. Everything beneath it appeared in Pei Ling's eyes.
In an instant, he locked onto a direction. His black robe vanished at once.
The black forest was like a congregation of devout believers, surging together like a tide and crowding