Black Snake did not hurry to set out.
His Primordial Spirit heard indistinct, intermittent words steeped in sorrow.
First, he carefully traced that strange sensation, letting his awareness descend like a thread through the barrier between the Spirit Realm and the Mortal Realm, searching for its source.
Once he had a sense of where it was, he told Xiao Yu he was going out.
He rose into the air, swinging his tail as he swam through the surging mist in a certain direction, swift as a streak of black lightning tearing through the white clouds.
After he had traveled several dozen li, the strange sensation grew clearer.
He glanced down. This was the closest point to the disturbance, and opening a passage here would take the least effort.
He summoned his spiritual power and began building a passage. The air rippled like water, revealing the Mortal Realm. Out of habit, he chose a mountaintop, then plunged headfirst through. A black shadow suddenly appeared above the summit of a steep mountain.
Still unpracticed at the spell, Black Snake crashed into the dense forest from midair.
Branches snapped and crackled, shredded leaves flew, and birds scattered in alarm. He smashed through two trees before coming to a stop.
Birds chirped on the branches, insects sang in the grass, and all sorts of scents came wafting toward him. He could not help drawing several more breaths.
How wonderful. None of this exists in the Spirit Realm.
He coiled around a tree trunk and climbed. When his head emerged from the thick canopy, the whole world opened up before his eyes.
He could vaguely make out a winding river gleaming white below the mountain. Its scent was familiar-it was the river where he often caught fish.
Turning his head, he faced the little town