Wu Pifu cautiously advanced with the three little animals and a Golden Tree, but all along the way, aside from the rather eerie mirrored surfaces and the constant irradiation of fluorescent light, he had encountered neither enemies nor attacks.
More importantly, his sense of danger had not stirred in the slightest, as though it had been shielded—or as though this place held no danger at all.
But how was that possible?
Even though Wu Pifu was not good at solving mysteries, he could easily tell just how perilous this strange place was.
The birds and beasts in the forest, along with all manner of giant insects, were no pushovers. Even though Wu Pifu had only been here for a day, he could already see that the law of the jungle throughout this entire forest was brutally harsh. Who knew how intense the creatures' urges to kill and hunt were? The killings he had seen and sensed alone numbered no fewer than ten thousand.
Life had cycles. It needed to reproduce and grow. Unless they were cloned lifeforms created through advanced technology, mechanical lifeforms, or divided and replicated lifeforms produced through supernatural means, the natural world should not—and could not—sustain such intense slaughter. New life could not be born quickly enough to replace the dead. A natural world like this would soon decline.
Yet all such common sense had failed in this world.
The life here was enormous, so vigorous that it naturally became supernatural. At the same time, its appetite was immense, its desire to kill immense, its reproductive urge immense, its rate of growth immense...
To a certain extent, one could even say that the world itself was so full of vitality that it seemed alive. Every blade of grass, every tree, every living thing here was like a