The Classic of Mountains and Seas had not stored much spiritual energy. Based on Pan Long's experience, if a full reserve could open another world for three months, its current reserve would last two months at most.
But two months would be enough if he made good use of them.
He found a clean, spacious spot in the mountains, closed his eyes, and entered the Classic of Mountains and Seas.
This time, he appeared in a lush forest.
The vegetation was dense, and the forest seemed to be bursting with life. But Pan Long did not even need to look to sense that something was badly wrong.
He glanced around, his brows drawn tight.
...The vegetation here was unnaturally thick!
Normally, grass did not grow thickly on a forest floor because the trees blocked the sunlight.
The denser the trees and the broader their crowns, the less grass grew beneath them.
At least, that was what Pan Long had seen in both the Northlands and the Central Plains.
This forest was different. Its trees were dense, but so were the weeds on the ground, packed tightly together. It looked like a field in summer, an unbroken green sea.
That made no sense!
Plants needed air, water, and sunlight to grow. This forest was so dense that layers of treetops blocked most of the sun. By the time its light reached the ground, it was as dim as dusk.
Wild grass should not have grown so thickly here!
After another look, he waved his hand. His true qi swept aside a patch of weeds like a shovel, exposing the ground beneath.
There was a great deal of black ash on the ground.
He reached out and drew some into his palm. A brief inspection confirmed it was wood ash.
His frown