When he headed to the Star Fall Jungle on his first day of reincarnating in this world, he got the same look from the bystanders. The look that said he was a madman or that he had a death wish.
All that said, it did not matter to Yang Chen what they thought and he soon disappeared inside the mountains with measured strides.
The air grew heavy and dense as one ventured deeper. The path that Yang Chen followed was rugged and overgrown, surrounded by twisted trees and gnarled roots.
Shafts of fading sunlight sliced through the thick canopy, casting an eerie crimson glow that painted the landscape. The silence here was palpable and the only sound here was the occasional rustling of leaves and the distant calls of demonic beasts.
The danger here gnawed at one's mind, making one stand on edge at every second and moment and wondering what would come out of the bushes. The tension alone would drain one out of their energy.
