Chapter 159 - A Strange Cultivation Experience - VII
The next day dawned gloriously beautiful.
The sky was such a pure shade of blue it almost seemed hand-painted by a bored deity. The sun shone with perfect intensity—not strong enough to be uncomfortable, but steady enough to warm the skin with celestial comfort. A cool breeze danced through the tops of exotic trees, carrying the scent of multicolored flowers and the gentle whisper of newborn leaves.
Waterfalls lazily cascaded from floating islands in the sky, forming columns of water that dispersed into fine mist before reaching the ground. Sunlight passed through these columns like a crystal lens, creating small prismatic effects that bathed the forest in a profusion of rainbows. Dozens of them stretched between trees, skimmed across rocks, and danced over serene lakes where ethereal creatures rested unbothered.
The scene felt like something out of a dream... until it was violently torn apart by a single voice.
"YOU ROTTEN OLD MANNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!"
The forest trembled.
Between the fields of dancing flowers and the singing brooks, Glenn sprinted at full speed, his feet touching the ground for only fractions of a second before launching forward again. Lightning coursed over his body like silver snakes, electrifying the air around him as he darted toward the camp, a glowing, viscous orb clenched tightly in his right hand.
"TRAITOR! SCOUNDREL! LEECH! YOU TWO-BIT WORM-EATING MOLDY RELIC!"
Behind him, a hundred giant bees buzzed in hot pursuit.
Each was the size of a full-grown ox, their wings roaring like warplane propellers. Their compound eyes reflected the sunlight in shades of emerald, and their stingers... oh, the stingers... they were living spears nearly two meters long.
One of the bees lunged.
Its stinger sliced through the air mere centimeters from Glenn’s head and struck a nearby tree.