Three hundred thirty-three. Palm

The middle-aged woodcutter walked through the mud that came up to his ankles, dragging the felled logs behind him.

The logs trailed a deep furrow behind the woodcutter.

Lu Li cast his eyes downward to his feet, then lifted his head to look at the sky.

The cloud cover in the sky obscured Lu Li's vision; when he returned his gaze, the surroundings were a swamp jungle covered in dark green moss and vines, filled with the calls of birds and insects.

This was probably the first time Lu Li had witnessed the vitality of this world with his own eyes.

The departing woodcutter didn't leave Lu Li much time to observe his surroundings; a muffled grunt, the sound of a fall, shattered the scene, returning Lu Li's consciousness to his body.

A burning sensation of suffocation surged in his lungs once more.

Lu Li slowly turned his head in the thick deep-sea, the demise of the Human Head Balloon attracted the attention of the surrounding dark shadows, which approached slowly like jellyfish.