Time quietly passed, as eventually six hours disappeared beneath his steady pace. Even Lin Mu began appreciating the immense scale of this subterranean world as calling it a prison almost seemed absurd.
Entire civilizations could easily disappear within such a vast underground wilderness.
His Immortal Sense swept outward once more and this time, something immediately caught his attention.
"Smoke?" His eyes narrowed.
Several thin columns rose through gaps in the forest canopy. Human settlements always produced smoke from cooking fires, smithing, drying meat or simply warding off insects. The source hardly mattered as smoke almost always meant people.
Lin Mu immediately altered direction.
And the closer he approached the clearer the settlement became.
His eyebrows rose slightly. "This... It can actually be called a village."
