Closer to Revealing My True Self-Chapter 379 - 276: Ancestral Land? Old Lair?_1

By the creek, Feng Yi competed with a wild giant panda to see who could step in the water more times.

It’s hard to say whether being too long removed from society and having too much contact with wild animals had led to an involuntary reduction in his intelligence.

Regardless, Feng Yi didn’t feel even slightly childish at the moment. He stomped in the creek water a few times and provocatively glanced at the giant panda that was resting its feet not too far away.

In the end, the wild giant panda was the first to give up.

Whether it realized the "unknown creature" Feng Yi was beyond reason, or it was simply hungry and wanted to go elsewhere to feed, after nibbling on the object it was holding in its paws a few times, it tossed it aside. Then it lazily stood up, leaving the creek with its two feet, and walked away. In no time, its figure disappeared into the mountains and forests.

Feng Yi sat in the same place, leisurely soaking his feet while replenishing his food supply.

He pulled out two bags of compressed rations from his backpack, and the water bottle was filled with clean creek water from upstream.

He didn’t heat the drinking water since he wasn’t afraid of parasites and bacteria.

While eating, he let go of his perception, sensing which area he should take to find the route he was looking for.

This was not difficult.

With no outsiders to disturb him, Feng Yi could freely utilize his abilities to sense his surroundings.

This mountain range held secrets, secrets entwined with the old stories of his ancestors.

In a sense, it could be called the "ancestral land."

Feng Yi sought the traces left by his ancestors who lived here thousands, perhaps even more, years ago.

Buildings and other articles might have vanished with the passage of time, but certainly, something must have been left behind.

Feng Yi was now following the instinctive guidance to find the "old nest."

This journey may not necessarily bring him any tangible benefits, but it would definitely allow him to understand more about his ancestors.

Just like when he searched for the rocky islets in the sea, finding the correct location would always activate part of the memory in his ancestral DNA.

He wondered what his ancestors had actually looked like.

Feng Yi thought to himself.

If he could discover some statues or murals, that would be even better.

Even if time had rendered them unclear, he could at least make out the rough outline.

Considering various mythological stories and some fantasy-style paintings collected in museums, his ancestors should not look much different from him.

After washing his feet, Feng Yi didn’t bother to dry them, as he needed to continue on his way.

He didn’t leave immediately; Feng Yi crossed the creek and went to the spot where the wild giant panda had been to look at the object it had discarded.

It was a piece of animal bone.

There wasn’t much meat left on it, and teeth marks could be seen scraped across the bone.

So it seems, this creature did not abstain from meat.

Besides eating plants, it occasionally consumed something else.

After taking photos of the scene, Feng Yi packed up his belongings and left the creek, following the water further ahead.

Instinct told him that the route he was looking for was closely related to a water source, but it was certainly not this kind of small creek. It should be wider and deeper, like when he first "hatched," finding a passage underwater.

Feng Yi’s pace was fast. In the deep mountains, where there were no convenient paths for ordinary people and no suitable rock walls or slopes for climbing, Feng Yi still moved forward steadily and swiftly—he was, after all, no ordinary person.

However, this didn’t prevent him from looking a bit disheveled.

Mud, rock chips, pollen, fruit juice, and the broken leaves of plants, etc., all clung to him.

But Feng Yi didn’t mind; getting dirty simply meant rolling around in the water a few times to get clean.

Before long, Feng Yi’s face showed a pleased expression.

The creek water flowed ahead, pouring into a river.

Where there was water, there were often villages and towns. However, deep in the mountains, where the terrain was more complex, it was difficult to find traces of human life.

This river was not wide enough, likely a tributary of a larger river.

But it was deep enough.

"Getting close,"

Feng Yi looked at the river.

If his instincts were correct, the guided route should be along this river, which would lead to a passage that would take him to the place he was seeking, even though he didn’t know what the place he was looking for actually looked like.

He just had a sense of... belonging?

Of course, this sense of belonging might not be his alone. It might belong to his ancestors, passed down to him through genetic material, linking those feelings and memories with him.

Feng Yi did not immediately set out to continue onwards.

He put down his backpack, sat cross-legged on the ground, and stared at the river flowing towards a broader course ahead.

He felt carefully, analyzed earnestly.

As the saying goes, "Sharpen your axe before you cut wood," first analyze and prepare, then act.

He needed to confirm the general path ahead in order to decide the most efficient way to proceed.

Instinct told him that by following this river, he would find the tunnel leading to the old den... the ancestral land.

Referring to the original underwater tunnel where he had "hatched," if he found the correct entrance underwater, he could enter that passageway and thus reach the "old den."

If his analysis was correct, the rest of the route could be traversed directly through water.

In water, he would also be faster.

Feng Yi spent a whole hour sensing and analyzing the route, deciding on his itinerary before he got up.

He looked up at the sky.

The weather today was quite good, with plenty of cloud cover.

But that was not sufficient.

Controlling the energy materials in the sky, he manipulated them to alter the clouds and the water vapor below.

Countless small droplets formed.

Soon, fog arose in the area, and the cloud cover thickened above.

The mountain forest became partially hidden and visible intermittently.

The animals living in the mountains, sensing something, suddenly quieted down, becoming unusually silent.

Under the veil of the fog, Feng Yi found a somewhat elevated and relatively dry and safe depression to place his backpack and stuffed his removed clothes and pants into a cloth bag. Electronic devices like his phone and camera were all neatly packed in waterproof bags and placed inside the backpack. The zippers of all the backpack’s compartments were closed up.

Then he used stones and leaves to camouflage the spot, concealing it well.

With everything prepared, Feng Yi jumped into the river, submerged, and transformed into his original form.

Below the surface of the water, his agile and swift figure swam rapidly towards the distance, resembling a native aquatic creature.

After Feng Yi left, the area where he had entered the water saw the mountain fog gradually dissipate, and the clouds in the sky drifted to other places.

The mountain forest returned to its previous liveliness, showing no signs of human activity.

Under the water, Feng Yi moved swiftly without feeling any pressure or burden.

Underwater, he could maintain high-speed submersion for a long time.

It had to be said that the speed under the water was much faster than on land; he could dart a great distance in the blink of an eye.

Before the action, he had seriously analyzed and sensed the general route and direction, so there was no need to stop after swimming a bit.

He didn’t even need to use his eyes to see, as though a navigational pointer were in his mind, telling him where to swim.

His current state, to draw a comparison, was like having both navigation and autopilot switched on.

Trust the instinct!

According to his analysis and prediction, following the navigational instincts, the entrance to the tunnel should be an underwater cave, and then he could quickly follow the passage to reach his destination.

But, as the old saying goes—

A fierce analysis is like a tiger, but actual operation is 0.5.

Sometimes, no matter how much you plan, you might still encounter unexpected situations.

Feng Yi struggled to wriggle through a narrow underwater stone tunnel.

The entrance was found.

The stone tunnel was found.

But...

He was stuck.