A short while later, figures came flying in from all directions. Clearly, they were native beings who had seen the commotion caused by the meteor shower and come to investigate.
For cultivators of any world, meteorites falling from the sky contained vast quantities of rare minerals that could be used for artifact refining. Naturally, they drew people like moths to a flame.
At this moment, Lu Ye, carried on Dao Thirteen's back, had already run more than a hundred li away.
Along the way, native beings had flown over their heads, but Lu Ye's spiritual sense had detected them early, and he had been on guard. That was why they had not been exposed.
After running several hundred more li, Lu Ye finally found a cave and led Dao Thirteen inside.
His cultivation was suppressed too severely for him to set up an array. He could only remain as vigilant as possible.
He did not know what kind of world this was, nor what manner of beings lived here. He knew even less why the Heavenly Mechanism had sent him here.
As for how he could return to the Nine Provinces, he had not the slightest clue.
Thus, his most urgent task was to gather intelligence about this world. At the very least, he needed to find out whether its inhabitants were of the Human Race or some other race.
Restoring his cultivation was also of paramount importance. In such an unfamiliar environment, Spirit Stream Tier Three gave Lu Ye no sense of security whatsoever.
With that in mind, Lu Ye gradually formed a plan.
Sitting cross-legged at the back of the cave, Lu Ye tried to circulate his Spiritual Power, wanting to see whether he could break through the confinement of that mysterious force.
His cultivation had been suppressed,