A fine rain drizzled down.
It was like the arrival of early spring, when all things burst forth in lush, teeming life.
Yet this rain was not real rainwater, but a kind of spiritual substance.
As it fell, it splashed into silver blossoms that danced through the air, forming dazzling colors like a robe of rosy clouds draped across the mountains.
The Thousand-Hand Forest, which should have been incomparably bizarre, seemed like an immortal realm because of this rain.
After leaving the flying boat, Li Su quickly reached the edge of the rainy season. Even he could not help being drawn in by the sight before him.
It was like a snow-white lotus blooming from a foul swamp, the impact immense.
Though he was still at the outer edge, Li Su found his spiritual power stirring. This space seemed filled with a substance that delighted the soul, making it restless beyond control.
The hundred-odd people from before were nowhere nearby. They had probably already gone in.
There was no sign of Shen Fei and the others either. They had likely dropped straight down.
Since they had dared to come, their goal clearly was not to snatch a few benefits and leave.
Their earlier actions had probably been meant as cover, so that those who entered ahead of them would not connect anything to them.
Li Su swiftly began moving as well. Though his goal was not the rainy season but the mountain-and-sea creatures, once the core treasure was taken and the rainy season ended, those creatures would scatter as well.
The next time he wanted to find a rainy season, he would have to wait quite a while.
The moment he stepped into the bounds of the rainy season, Li Su felt a massive impact.
His mind was struck directly,