Chapter 1288 - 568: The Winds of Black Silk Eventually Blow to Another World_2

Chapter 1288: Chapter 568: The Winds of Black Silk Eventually Blow to Another World_2

Putting away that little bit of disappointment in his heart, "Solid as a Rock", activate.

"Return"!

White light flashed, and his vision came back.

The scene before his eyes instantly switched from a warehouse to a vibrant, unfamiliar forest.

He took a breath. Sure enough, the air contained Spiritual Qi. It wasn’t as dense as in the Ancient Battlefield Forbidden Land, but it was really there.

There was no doubt—this was indeed the Cultivation Realm, and he was already outside the Forbidden Land.

Because of the negative side effect of "Solid as a Rock", Lin Li slowly looked around.

It was daytime. Ancient trees towered into the sky, branches thick and leaves lush, blocking most of the heavens and letting only mottled spots of light fall through.

The vegetation underfoot had odd shapes, with leaves either broad or needle‑thin, sending out a faint herbal fragrance. Lin Li had Strong Memory, his knowledge could be called extensive; these plants were all varieties unseen in the real world, but still somewhat analogous—basically real‑world plants that had undergone certain mutations after being nourished by Spiritual Qi for hundreds and thousands of years.

The surrounding environment seemed rather ordinary—no immortal herbs shining with ten‑thousand‑zhang radiance, no beast lairs shrouded in murderous baleful aura—only the rustling of wind through leaves and birds calling in the forest.

So the Qi Luck Talisman has kicked in, huh.

Did it drop me in a relatively safe area?

"The urgent task is to find signs of habitation, understand the situation here, and see if there are any of those sects or factions that were mentioned nearby."

Thoughts whirled in his mind as Lin Li took out the Celestial Secret Mirror from the Fire Separation Sword Nourishing Gourd.

—A Magic Treasure he’d obtained quite early on, capable of peeking into the secrets of heaven, but in reality and the Doomsday World it could only predict the weather. In the Battlefield Forbidden Land, where the Heavenly Dao didn’t exist, it directly couldn’t be used at all. On top of that, using it consumed a good chunk of Spiritual Qi, so it had always been pretty damn chicken‑rib.

But now, if you dare tell me tomorrow’s weather in the Cultivation Realm again, I swear I’ll smear shit all over your mirror face.

As the bronze mirror was taken out, because its Spiritual Qi had already finished accumulating, countless dark‑gold patterns instantly surfaced on the mirror. The four seal‑script characters "Observer of Impermanence" on the back burst into green light, and after a moment, the dark‑gold lines began to disassemble and gradually condense into words—"Go North".

Nice!

Finally it’s not "No rain tomorrow" again, goddammit.

Little mirror, I’ll trust you one more time.

Putting away the already‑shattered Celestial Secret Mirror, Lin Li manifested a compass to determine direction.

Lin Li’s pupils abruptly shrank!

"Dear audience friends, it seems we’ve run into a little problem."

"Our naughty troublemaker has messed up the compass. Kids, at a time like this, what should we do?"

"That’s right! Exactly! Kids, we need a magical handy tool! Come on, shout together with Explorer Lin Li, ’Troublemaker no potato, troublemaker no potato!’"

"..."

"...Fuck."

After talking to himself for a while, Lin Li let out a sigh and expressionlessly put the compass away.

—The compass pointed in three hundred and sixty different directions in the span of one second.

Looks like the magnetic field of the Cultivation Realm is just a tad different from Earth’s.

Could this damned Celestial Secret Mirror really not add one more little arrow to those two words "Go North"?

Still, not a big problem.

Lin Li raised his head to observe the position of the "sun", then started role‑playing Bald Qiang chopping trees.

Shanqing Daoist had said that although no one knew if the sun of the Cultivation Realm was the same kind of star as in reality, it still followed the Law of rising in the east and setting in the west.

So, combining tree ring patterns and the direction of the shadows, and roughly estimating it was between 10 and 15 o’clock in the daytime, Lin Li still managed to more or less judge which side was north.

Of course it wasn’t 100% certain, but even if he picked wrong it didn’t matter. As long as he found people, everything would sort itself out.

Thus, without the slightest hesitation, he let the liquid metal cover his body, canceled "Solid as a Rock", and with a flicker of movement, Lin Li slipped through the forest like a light breeze.

He didn’t run at full speed, instead moving forward cautiously while spreading his Divine Sense as far as he could.

As for taking to the air in his mecha—sure, that would be way faster—but piloting it right now would be far too rash, making whatever unfolded next hard to predict.

Drones were hidden enough, but they weren’t even as fast as him running on foot.

The specially adjusted Hanfu with its wide sleeves fluttered around him, and he really did look a bit like an elegant cultivator of this realm.

Should’ve brought a GoPro.

After running for about ten‑odd minutes, a mix of slightly hurried panting, blades cutting through the air, and a beast’s deep growls reached his ears, all of it clearly captured by his expanded Divine Sense.

There’s something.

Lin Li didn’t speed up; instead he immediately restrained his aura, his footsteps turning silent.

Using dense bushes and thick tree trunks as cover, he carefully crept toward the source of the sounds.

Parting a few broad leaves, a relatively open patch of clearing ahead in the woods came into view.

He saw two young men, about twenty‑something, dressed in coarse short outfits, each holding a long sword that glinted faintly with cold light, besieging a large beast that looked like a leopard.

The beast’s whole body was covered in dark‑cyan scales that reflected a metallic luster under the sun, though the areas without scales were riddled with wounds.

Its four claws were sharp like hooks; every swing brought a fierce cutting wind. From its mouth it could also spit a faint green acidic mist that carried a corrosive stench.

But that seemed to be the only trick it knew.

Though Lin Li wasn’t a local, he did have three local teachers. If he were to arm‑chair theorize a bit, he’d judge this as a Spirit Beast that had just stepped over the threshold, having barely grasped a bit of its innate Magic—roughly at first‑rank early stage, equivalent to a cultivator between the second and third layer of Qi‑Refining.