Chapter 214
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Chapter 214: Title
Li Canghai took some time to fully comprehend his current predicament.
To put it simply, all necessary knowledge seemed pre-implanted in his consciousness.
Upon first arriving in this realm, he’d felt disoriented – such seamless spatial displacement couldn’t possibly be normal. Yet before his bewilderment could deepen, explanations had spontaneously surfaced in his mind.
The revelations clarified his summoning to this place, though "place" hardly captured its true nature.
The World War had commenced, making him one of the exchanged individuals between two realms. This was no longer Blue Star, but another world entirely.
His mission became clear: survive here and secure victory for his homeworld against its adversary.
A bitter smile touched Li Canghai’s lips at the thought.
The instructions sounded deceptively straightforward, lacking any mention of victory conditions or proper context about this world’s nature.
He unsheathed the long sword from his back, its familiar weight comforting. This world’s ambient Spiritual Energy felt comparable to Blue Star’s ordinary regions, though far weaker than the concentrated forces near fairy gates or blessed paradises hidden in remote wilderness. Still, the mere presence of Spiritual Energy reassured him.
…Had this been another energy-barren world like Blue Star, his situation would’ve been truly precarious.
"For now, I’ll proceed cautiously," he murmured, scanning the endless grassland stretching to every horizon. The absence of structures or grazing livestock deepened his unease.
With practiced motion, he sent his blade humming into the air through spiritual energy manipulation. This weapon had evolved beyond its origins as a Special Bureau-issued alloy sword forged through modern technology. Subsequent refinements with spiritual ore had transformed it into a rudimentary spirit tool.
Leaping lightly onto the hovering blade, Li Canghai propelled himself forward. Since this was undeniably another world, his priority became locating intelligent lifeforms before gathering intelligence. Blue Star’s diverse races had taught him not to assume humanoid dominance here – peculiar species might await.
Maintaining moderate speed to avoid oversight, he conserved sixty percent of his spiritual energy reserves. Caution dictated preparedness; survival in unfamiliar territory required constant vigilance. The Spiritual Energy saturation matching Blue Star’s suggested inhabitants wouldn’t be defenseless commoners.
He recalled Blue Star’s Scientific Research: all studies on "spiritual energy magical factors" agreed that prolonged exposure enhanced physicality and longevity. Ordinary citizens enjoyed robust health, while Practitioners remained virtually immune to minor ailments unless severely wounded. If humans benefited thus, this world’s denizens likely developed comparable adaptations.
Flying dozens of meters above ground balanced observational range with reaction time – high enough to survey for settlements, yet sufficiently low to evade aerial threats. His limited spiritual awareness forced reliance on visual confirmation.
"What’s that?"
His sword slowed as he peered downward. Crude structures dotted the grassland below, shadowy figures moving among them. Their humanoid silhouettes gave false comfort – something felt disturbingly amiss.
Li Canghai descended cautiously, maintaining distance. Until proven safe, prudence outweighed curiosity. Survival in another world demanded such discipline.
Not far from Li Canghai’s position lay what appeared to be grassland tribes – no, two distinct tribes, currently locked in a tense confrontation. Scattered between them lay bodies in disarray, their blood’s metallic tang carried by the wind to where he stood.
Narrowing his eyes, Li Canghai studied the distant factions. Though clearly visible at this range, the distant observers remained oblivious to his presence. After brief consideration, his fingers slipped into the voluminous sleeve of his Daoist robe, retrieving a pale yellow talisman.
While distance granted visual clarity, details of the conflict eluded him. Approaching risked detection, leaving the talisman as his only option. The Concealment Talisman – most fundamental of charms – would merge him with his surroundings. Its efficacy and duration depended entirely on the wielder’s spiritual energy. Glancing at the Tier One mid-grade paper in his hand, he calculated thirty minutes at most.
This talismanic art originated from ancient practitioners like Leng Xingwen. Though few in modern Zhongxia could craft these charms after the Special Bureau’s selective cultivation program, internal supply sufficed for their needs. Bureau resources flowed through merit systems – solving supernatural crises like the last calamity where ranked monsters bore assigned values. Slay, register, exchange. Simple.
His sword-bare existence made talismans precious commodities. Activating the charm, he ghosted toward the conflict zone.
Proximity revealed his miscalculation – the guttural language defied comprehension. Forced to interpret through gestures and expressions, he observed two groups of towering herders clad in weathered pelts, each easily surpassing two meters. His own 1.9-meter frame seemed diminutive in comparison.
Their speech flowed with linguistic sophistication despite his incomprehension, marking them as civilized. The carnage suggested concluded warfare, victors claiming spoils. Soon, the defeated faction surrendered livestock, furs, and provisions. Watching the triumphant depart with their grim trophies, Li Canghai’s mind supplied: Reparations? He resolved to linger – these defeated pastoralists posed less threat, allowing swift retreat if needed.
Beyond worldly confines, Ye Linlang observed through her World Observer, awarding Li Canghai mental marks. Caution suited her chosen well. She lingered, curious.
Multiversal travel always confronted language barriers, but practitioners possessed solutions – soul-searching intrusions or mental power communion. Below, the defeated dug mass graves barehanded, unblemished palms excavating meters-deep pits. Superhuman physiology indeed.
Their settlement proved rudimentary – skin-and-cloth tents barely qualifying as village. Within camp, white wolves of varied sizes coexisted with humans. Revelation struck when mature lupine forms shifted into muscular men. Demons? No – shape-shifting beasts.
Ye Linlang chuckled at Li Canghai’s shaken worldview before redirecting focus.
Elsewhere in Outlets World’s human territories, Hill stumbled from woodland undergrowth, his white robe snagged and leaf-strewn. Momentary radiance cleansed the garment instantly. Below his hillside vantage sprawled alien architecture – curved roofs and timber lattices whispering otherworldliness.
"Another world," the traveler breathed. Though forewarned by Raphael about the World War, reality’s weight pressed heavier than anticipated. Descending toward the hamlet, he soon confronted his naivety.
Tilling fields spread before medieval squalor. Not just peasants – entire villages trapped in Blue Star’s bygone era. Stone implements and rough-spun clothes marked technological stagnation. This world’s challenges mounted faster than foreseen.
