His heart pounded, his scalp tingled, and his legs trembled.
This was stirring up trouble.
This was fucking stirring up trouble.
Not only had he become the protagonist, but most crucially, right at the start, they had directly told him his identity and even spelled out the mission requirements.
With reminders brought to this extent, what did it mean? It meant that this entry would be completely different from all the previous ones.
Even Li Su, who had entered World Fragments many times and possessed incomparably rich experience, could not help feeling a little panicked. He had a sense that what awaited him would probably not be good.
The Havoc in Heaven—when exactly would that happen?
Though this plot had only three chapters in the original text, it contained an enormous amount of content.
Before Li Su could finish thinking, a flash of white light passed before his eyes, and he had already appeared in an unfamiliar place.
The spiritual energy here pressed against him, and the Dao's rhythm danced with life.
The mountain was an immortal mountain, wreathed in clouds and mist as though deities dwelled within. It was lush and verdant, its slopes and valleys covered in flowers of every color and all manner of rare, precious fruits.
There were lingzhi as large as houses, fleeceflower roots that had grown as huge as small hills, and vermilion fruits, each the size of a fist, hanging everywhere in brilliant red clusters. The scent of ginseng could be smelled from miles away, so rich it was startling.
There was water in these mountains, water shimmering in five colors and ten hues, containing divine wonders within. It even carried an exotic fragrance: one whiff could dispel a hundred ailments, while a single sip would leave one's breath whole and spirit full.