The Shanhai Jing does not store enough spiritual energy. According to Pan Long's experience, if the Shanhai Jing can open another world for three months when the spiritual energy is full, it can only open for up to two months now.

However, if you make good use of two months, it is actually enough.

He searched for a clean and spacious place in the mountains, then closed his eyes and entered the mountain and sea classics.

This time, he appeared in a lush forest.

This forest is densely vegetation and looks full of vitality. But Pan Long doesn't even need to look with his eyes to feel that there is a big problem here.

He looked around for a while, frowning.

...The vegetation here is abnormally dense!

In the forest, because trees block the sunlight, the grass on the ground will not be very lush - after all, there is insufficient sunshine.

The denser the trees and the more developed the crowns, the less grass there will be under the trees.

At least, Pan Long saw this most of the situation, whether in the North or Central Plains.

But this forest is completely different, with dense trees, so there is no need to say much. Even the weeds on the ground are very dense, densely packed, and it looks like a summer field, completely a green ocean.

But this is wrong!

Plants need air, water and sunshine to grow. This forest is too dense, and most of the sunshine is covered by layered canopies. When it falls on the ground, it is as dark as evening.

Such dense weeds should not grow in such an environment!

He looked at it for a while, then waved his hand and shoveled away a piece of weed like an ordinary shovel, revealing the ground below.

There are a lot of black ashes on the ground.

He reached out his hand and held some ashes into his palm. After a brief observation, he confirmed that it was ash of wood.

So his brows frowned even harder.

Grass and wood ash is not rare, but this thing is not easy to preserve in nature. Often, as long as the next rain occurs, it will disappear after ten days and half a month.

After harvesting in autumn, northerners often set fire in the fields. They can not only burn pests, but also burn remaining grass roots to ashes as fertilizer for farming in the coming year.

After a wildfire, the fields are completely covered with wood ash, a gray layer. In order to prevent them from being dispersed by the wind and being wasted, water and soil are often needed to be sprinkled in time to cover the wood ash.

After the spring plowing of the next year, when the fields are green and covered with crops, even if professional scouts come to dig three feet into the ground, they will not find traces of the ash of wood last year.

Look at the lush grass and trees here, there shouldn’t be such a thing on the ground!

Pan Long observed the surroundings more carefully and then found that the number of animals in the woods was not right.

There are not many small animals like insects, mice, rabbits, etc., but he has not found any traces left by larger predators.

Fierce beasts can use urine and feces to divide their territory. Professional reconnaissance masters like Han Feng who are well-educated can tell what kind of beasts are in this area as long as they walk around and smell it.

Pan Long is not as professional as Han Feng, but his feeling is even sharper. But now, he can't smell the scent of the beasts in this generation.

Could it be that there are no beasts in this forest?

Then the food chain here is very weird...

He murmured in his heart, jumped, and stood on the top of a big tree for a while.

Standing here and looking at him, he became more and more puzzled.

Looking to the left, there are dense forests, and there are no sight at all, at least ten miles.

Looking to the right, it was also a forest at first, but at most two or three miles away, the forest turned into a gray desert.

Gray and black are mixed, one by one, no end can be seen.

At this moment, a strong wind blew, and gray smoke rolled up in the desert, completely blocking the vision and no longer seeing the situation inside.

Pan Long looked familiar with this kind of smoke. In the past, after the autumn harvest in the north, the fields were burned. If it was too late to water the soil, the wind would just blow up again, and the ash would be rolled up by the wind and turn into this kind of smoke.

It's exactly the same.

But the size of the smoke in front of me was many times larger than that he had seen before.

"Damn it! That desert, was it said that it was a forest or grassland before, burned out by a fire?"

Pan Long couldn't help but say, "But even if it was burned out, the ash would not be kept for so long? Isn't it raining here?"

And...if the forest here is burned out, why can the forest here be safe and sound?

He jumped like a flying tree canopy, and soon he arrived at the edge of the forest and desert.

As he guessed, this desert was indeed covered with thick ash of grass and wood. It stepped on it and went straight to the knees. I don’t know why there were so many.

But he didn't care about thinking about these things at all, just looked ahead in shock, unable to say a word.

Just before him, the forest and the desert were clearly separated, and there was a clear and straight boundary line between them.

It seemed as if there was an invisible hand that separated the two. On one side of this boundary line, there were lush forests, dense trees shoulder to shoulder, and the ground was green grass and full of vitality. On the other side of the boundary line, there was a burnt desert, with thick grass so thick that half of a person's legs could be buried.

"This is impossible!" he couldn't help but say, "It's impossible!"

There is no such strange thing in the world! Even if there are people with powerful magic, setting fires and partitioning them, he will not be able to completely unaffect the vegetation on the edge of the fire.

If the fire could really be placed next to the forest without even burning out the weeds at all, that would be an extraordinary magical power.

Maybe...even teacher Bi Lingkong can't do such a thing, right?

Pan Long couldn't help but squat down and looked carefully at the edges of the forest and desert, hoping to find even a little trace of the burnt weeds.

But he searched for a while but couldn't find it.

This made him feel a little worried.

Since he obtained the Shanhai Jing, although he has entered several worlds one after another, he has not really encountered too strong enemies.

Of course there are masters in those worlds, but no matter which world, there is no such figure.

But in this world, such an expert appears.

——But if you think about it carefully, it seems reasonable.

Minerals like Misrilu are extremely rare in legends, and often a small piece is valuable. In more than one story, a piece of equipment made with it, or even just some of the equipment used to incorporate this mineral, is priceless and plays a very important role in the plot.

How could a world where such treasures are abundant are not full of top experts?

Pan Long stood there quietly, silently considering gains and losses, wondering whether he should take risks.

After a long time, he finally made up his mind to sort out the things on his body again. The most important thing is to put the few items that he was afraid of being lost in the system equipment and inventory that should not be exploded due to death, and then took a deep breath.

"Okay, it's also an eye-opener to see who can do this kind of thing!"

After saying that, he jumped up, jumped onto the top of the tree again, and walked straight towards the direction perpendicular to the dividing line between the woods and the desert.

As his cultivation level improves, Pan Long's light skills can be regarded as very clever.

With the help of the treetops as support, he advanced very quickly. In just about a quarter of an hour, he reached the end of the woods.

On the edge of the dense forest, there is a vast lake, with a rippling water surface of about two or three miles. At the end of the lake is an open field.

There are several rows of fences between the lake and the wilderness, and behind the fence are many things that look a bit like small towers. They are densely lined up in several rows and look very spectacular.

Behind this dense small tower, there are many neat and indescribable things. From a distance, you can see a cold light flashing in it, which is obviously a weapon.

There is no doubt that this is a large fortification, but I don’t know who it is used to defend against.

Behind this fortification is a farmland, with lush and green crops. Because it is far away and there are obstacles, Pan Long can't see what they are planted in the fields for the time being, but at least they grow very well and should be able to harvest.

Pan Long's eyes passed over the farmland and continued to look backwards and saw a house.

The house has a pointed roof that reflects light in the sun, and looks very smooth. The whole house looks like a spire. There are obviously many holes used to attack on the walls. There are cold lights flashing in many holes. You can tell at a glance that it is definitely not a kind place.

"A fortress?" Pan Long frowned, "Have I ever played such a game?"

He tried hard to recall and felt that he had never played a game with such an environment.

Not to mention anything else, the desert full of grass and ash is too unfriendly to the players. Walking inside, not to mention deep and shallow, the wind will basically lose all the vision.

Even if you have a systematic map, you won’t get lost because of it. How can you fight monsters without vision?

Then I'm afraid I'll become a "monster hunter"...

As for this spire that was known to be a defensive fortress at a glance, he had no impression of it at all.

He has seen many spire-like buildings. For example, "Two Towers", "White Tower", "Demon Tower", "Tower of Babel", "Infinite Tower"... There are many, many, and you can tell a large group of them in one breath.

He has also seen many such spires for pure defense. Such spires appear in many magical games.

But such spires basically exist in the fortress, as the central pillar of the fortress. Or there are powerful mages living in it, which can provide magic support to the entire fortress and provide players with a series of tasks - perhaps selling potions, scrolls and even magic props.

There is a lonely spire, surrounded by farmland, and a little farther away is a defensive position... Pan Long has no impression of this layout.

He walked across the forest, walked through the waves, and walked towards the spire.

Before he could reach the shore, he heard a loud and rude voice shouting: "Hmph! Stop it!"

Pan Long stopped and stood on the water.

The hostility in the voice was reduced a little, and more of it was confusion: "Huh? Why are you standing on the water? Are you a ghost? Why did you come out during the day?"

"I am a passerby," Pan Long replied. "I traveled all over the world to search for minerals like Misriru. For this purpose, I can exchange various treasures and resources."

The voice immediately shouted, "What are you using to exchange?"
To be continued...