Lin Mu continued moving through the subterranean forest with steady steps, his figure weaving silently between towering trees whose trunks rivaled ancient watchtowers in thickness.
The deeper he ventured, the denser the vegetation became.
Massive roots twisted across the forest floor like sleeping serpents, while hanging vines formed natural curtains that concealed everything beyond a few dozen meters. Strange fungi covered fallen logs, their pale blue glow creating scattered patches of ghostly light beneath the endless canopy.
His Immortal Sense remained spread across the surroundings.
The cluster of heartbeats he had discovered earlier continued beating steadily somewhere ahead. They were neither fleeing nor preparing for battle. Instead, they moved with the rhythm of people carrying out ordinary daily routines.
Lin Mu maintained his pace and five minutes later, the trees finally began thinning as the forest opened into a modest clearing.
