Ten hours later, after nightfall, Lin Feng left the provincial highway and turned onto a rutted lane.
He swayed along with the car.
He had already left the county town. According to the navigation app, there were no more settlements along this route.
As he drove, Lin Feng heard:
[You have deviated from the route. Zhong is recalculating.] [You have deviated...] [Weak signal]
The navigation voice gradually faded away.
Lin Feng stopped the car and looked thoughtfully at the lousy navigation app.
His phone signal had dropped to almost nothing. At some point, a thin mist had risen around him.
Rain fell on the car, and the wipers swept helplessly back and forth.
Pitch-black darkness surrounded him on every side.
It was as though he had fallen into the maw of an enormous beast, where no light existed.
The headlights could not pierce the thin mist.
Lin Feng tapped his fingers rhythmically against the steering wheel.
He had been traveling day and night to reach Nuo Village.
Normally, drivers needed a break every two hours or so to avoid fatigue and accidents.
Lin Feng did not.
He could drive for an entire day.
His mind would remain perfectly clear.
That was one of the benefits of cultivation.
He opened the window and took a deep breath, drawing the wind outside into his lungs.
It tasted wrong.
This was not the Nuo Village he had meant to visit.
He had ended up somewhere else.
The wind here was a little too rich. It clearly contained more of something beneficial to his cultivation, and according to the navigation app, Nuo Village was only another dozen or so kilometers ahead.
But the app had not told him the road would become like this. He opened the door and glanced outside. What