The Post Sky Tipping Era
Chapter 752 - 537: A New World

Chapter 752: Chapter 537: A New World

After arranging some things, Li Yi finally had no more worries, and he could finally do his own thing. This time, cross-border travel was both cultivation and a search for his father, just hoping the world wasn’t too dangerous; having cosmic energy or not wasn’t important.

Because Li Yi possessed several miracles, no matter which world he traveled to, it wouldn’t affect his cultivation.

Soon.

He found a secluded spot in the Golden Academy to use the cross-border machine.

With the experience from previous times, Li Yi was now skilled at cross-border traveling. Accompanied by the Dragon Scale, the World Heart Gem, and the energy supplied by a damaged miracle, a light as bright as possible illuminated the space wormhole, opening it instantly. Simultaneously, based on precise coordinate positioning, a corner of another world appeared before him.

"There’s spiritual energy in nature; it’s not very abundant, but not rare either..." Li Yi’s eyes moved slightly. He didn’t rush to act but instead assessed the level of the world his father was in.

The concentration of cosmic energy is the most direct way to perceive the strength of a world’s martial power.

For example, in the Four Seas and Eight Continents, spiritual energy is scarce, which means strong beings cannot be nurtured.

In contrast, the Barbaric World is extremely abundant in spiritual energy, with its Wilderness Beasts and Divine Blood Warriors inherently powerful, and even divine beings exist.

"Judging by the current level of spiritual energy, this world is unlikely to produce deity-like beings, and even a cultivation expert in the Tri-Floral Realm might not exist, so even if there’s danger, I can handle it." Having made this judgment, Li Yi confidently packed up the cross-border machine and dashed in before the cross-border gate closed.

His figure flickered.

He arrived in an unknown and unfamiliar world. Li Yi’s heart was quite excited, wondering if he could successfully find his father.

After calming his emotions, he began to observe the surrounding environment.

It was currently evening; the sky was dim, rain lingered in the air, though it was not yet night, the nearby mountain forests were already dark, surrounded by dimness, and Li Yi himself stood in a dense forest, surrounded by withered vines, wild grass scattered everywhere, and old trees with tangled roots, clearly a place rarely visited by people.

Li Yi now restrained his aura, opting to act discreetly, without casting spells, only using Gang Qi to slowly lift himself and observe the surroundings.

His glowing eyes scanned around, wanting to determine the civilization level of this world.

If there were human activities, some cities or villages would definitely be visible.

Soon.

Li Yi saw a building.

It was not a modern building but an ancient one, resembling a temple, standing on a solitary mountain, seemingly unattended for a long time, appearing somewhat dilapidated, with faint flames in the temple and occasional figures moving, clearly evidence of people in the temple.

"Let’s go take a look."

Li Yi didn’t hesitate, immediately rising into the air and heading toward the temple.

He didn’t fly directly into the temple but landed halfway up the mountain, then walked up the mountain, simultaneously transforming his Red Feather Purple Gold Armor into a red-feather Daoist robe, disguising himself as a Daoist, a more easily accepted and recognized identity.

After all, whether in modern or ancient times, Daoists have always existed.

Despite Li Yi having long black hair and a tall, strong build, not looking like a Daoist but rather a Martial Artist, when traveling, the identity he gives is his own to either trust or not.

Meanwhile.

Inside the temple, a group of people had lit a bonfire to heat food and dry clothes, while also taking out a few sticks of incense from their bags, lighting them one by one, and reverently offering them to the divine statue in the temple, speaking words of protection, offense, care, and similar.

Everyone knelt thrice and kowtowed nine times, very sincerely.

And strangely.

The burning incense rose straight up, the smoke ascending into the sky and disappearing.

A forty-something man, the leader, breathed a sigh of relief, "No problem now, the Mountain God has accepted our incense, will protect us tonight, sprinkle the ash on the door and window to keep the wilderness ghosts and monsters from entering, and we can continue our journey tomorrow morning."

"Old Liu, are you sure there’s no problem? I’ve heard people slept in deserted places at night and didn’t wake up alive the next day." A young scholar asked nervously.

The leader, called Old Liu, glared and said, "You said people died in deserted places; where is this? Is this a deserted place? This is the Mountain God Temple, with protection from the Mountain God, so sleep calmly, don’t overthink, I guarantee you’ll wake up safe tomorrow."

The young scholar suggested again, "Old Liu, it’s better to be cautious. How about leaving two people to keep watch at night? If there’s any unusual movement, we can detect it promptly."

"No need, I’ve raised a spiritually attuned field mouse, the most alert kind. It will sense any danger in advance, better than anyone standing guard."

Just as Old Liu finished speaking, a bamboo tube at his waist suddenly started shaking violently, and the sound of squeaking emerged from it.

His expression changed, and he hurriedly opened the bamboo tube. A white-haired field mouse leapt out immediately and nestled into his chest, trembling.

"Is that the spiritually attuned mouse? Old Liu, let me have a look, I haven’t seen it yet." The young man said curiously.

"Forget about it! There’s something extremely dangerous on the mountain; quickly prepare yourself." Old Liu was startled and hurriedly drew the crude knife at his waist, nervously eyeing the dreary rainfall outside the temple.

Others became tense as well, grabbing their staffs and hunting bows.

"Old Liu, have we encountered a spirit monster?" someone asked in a low voice.

Old Liu pressed his lips together, "Damn it, this seems to be something more terrifying than a spirit monster. My spiritually attuned mouse was so frightened it burrowed straight into me; even last time when we encountered that massive beast, it didn’t react like this. I hope it’s just something passing by in the mountains and won’t come to this Mountain God Temple."

"Old Liu, this is bad, the incense has extinguished." Suddenly, a young woman dressed like a traveler from the martial world pointed fearfully at the incense burner.

The incense, which was burning steadily before, had mysteriously all gone out.

Old Liu’s heart sank halfway upon seeing this, "Even the Mountain God dares not accept incense anymore... I’ve traveled far and wide for over twenty years, and this is the first time I’ve seen something like this."

The young woman also felt uneasy and quickly grabbed a torch to try reigniting the incense.

Strangely enough, although the incense wasn’t damp, none of the sticks would light, and when held to the flame, they broke without releasing a wisp of smoke.

"Stop trying, this incense probably won’t burn. Quickly scatter the remaining ashes on yourselves, and the women should hide behind the Divine Statue, hoping the Mountain God will offer us some protection for half a stick’s worth of incense." Old Liu said, his hand gripping the crude knife trembled slightly.

The two women in the group quickly grabbed the few ashes left and smeared them on their faces, sprinkled them across their bodies, then hid behind the Divine Statue.

The remaining four men watched the temple’s entrance with tense expressions.

"Stay calm, don’t run around. Within twenty miles, this temple is the only place to seek shelter. Now that night has fallen, if you flee in panic, you’ll meet a worse fate outside." Old Liu barked to keep the group from scattering in fear.

No one spoke, and it was unclear whether they heeded his words.

But soon enough.

A steady, powerful sound of footsteps came from outside the temple, as if someone was ascending the steps directly toward them.

Shortly after.

They saw a young Daoist clad in red-feathered Daoist robes, of remarkable presence, appearing before their eyes.

"Gave me quite a fright; it’s just a Daoist traveler." The scholar’s tense expression finally relaxed.

"What a Daoist, traveling at dusk, truly bold." Someone else lowered their staff, not as wary.

However, Old Liu was amazed and uncertain, for in his years leading travels he had seen many Daoists, yet this one was completely different. His attire and demeanor were extraordinary, and notably, despite the lingering rain outside, it didn’t touch him, and the red cloud boots he wore were spotless.

Is he truly a Daoist, or has a spirit monster in the wild taken form, using illusions to lure victims?

While they were sizing up Li Yi, Li Yi was also observing them.

Judging by their appearance, without a doubt, this was a world similar to ancient times.

Moreover, these people don’t have any cultivation; they are ordinary folk, their Qi-Blood isn’t strong, and their weapons are simple, merely staffs and crude knives, even though they possess some martial skills, they’re still not formidable.

But that Divine Statue...

Li Yi glanced up at the statue in the middle of the temple, seemingly a clay figure, yet in his eyes it radiated energy. Such a glow is invisible to ordinary people, only Evolvers can perceive it.