Spiritual Power no longer lifted himself, and Lin Guang descended from the sky, silently landing in front of the rainforest.
The towering ferns were still everywhere, sunlight fell from the sky, and the humid air by the river, with a mix of earthy scent and a hint of metallic aroma, entered his nose.
From time to time, he could even see a few small animals moving around in this area.
None of this was a necessity for creating machinery.
Yet someone liked it.
And that was enough.
Lin Guang followed a specially laid path, stepping over the moist pebbles, bypassing the enormous hill of metal parts, which had grown taller as the number proliferated, resembling a heap of junk, and arrived beneath a gate with a sign depicting a snake's head spitting out a tongue.
The dark green door was ajar.
He entered without hesitation.
With the wave of heat blowing from the workshop, an invisible ripple flashed across Lin Guang's perception.
