After a short rest, the long journey continued in silence.
Long journeys are a common activity for snow wolves, and they don't complain about it. Once they step into the running formation, all doubts disappear from their lips.
This is also why the Snow Wolf King never offered any explanation for this trip; obedience to the pack is inherently paramount, and its only task is to lead the pack forward.
On the glacial coast, one sea creature after another climbs onto the ice.
The desolate Arctic region has little life to begin with. Sea creatures lingered near the coast, and after a long time without sensing any other life in the cold wind, they slowly returned to the sea.
However, a few sea creatures remained lost in the snowstorm, continuing to venture deeper into the glacier.
Although sea creatures can be mutated or transformed, they have almost no intelligence and nothing left except the instinct to hunt and eat. Therefore, no sea creature will call out to its lost kind.
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During another rest period, the snow wolf pack split into small teams to hunt. Each team was led by a strong male wolf, with ten strong adult wolves and a few weaker or sub-adult cubs searching for prey.
A super-large wolf pack consisting of thousands of snow wolves is naturally terrifying and powerful enough to sweep across glaciers, but the food the pack needs to obtain every day is also a major problem.
In previous years, snow wolf packs could hunt migrating animals such as reindeer, but now they venture deep into the Arctic, far from land.
It is no secret that animals are scarce in the Arctic, and obtaining food is the biggest challenge for wolf packs to move forward.
But this problem was solved when a hunting team encountered sea monsters.
There are not many marine mammals that can survive near the Arctic Circle, and since marine mammals on the shore will return, it is very easy and comfortable for wolf packs to hunt all the way to the coast.
On the frigid glacier, sea beasts lay sprawled on the ground, their warm blood freezing instantly by the cold air, congealing into dark red streaks of blood.
The snow wolves lowered their heads and sniffed their prey, then dragged away the carcasses of the sea beasts after confirming their presence.
The wolf pack was very satisfied with these days of reaping prey; the only drawback was that the mutated species among the sea creatures were inedible.
Even in the freezing cold, the dead demonic sea beasts would quickly rot, their blood emitting a putrid stench that even the hungriest wolves could not bring themselves to eat.
The Snow Wolf King looked at the various sea beast parts collected by the wolf pack, a thoughtful expression on his cold face.
These parts of the sea beasts contain a faint spiritual energy, which, although not as potent as spiritual plants and objects, is beneficial to the cultivation of spiritual beasts.
"Ouch." Assigned according to merit.
The Snow Wolf King is not a dictator; the high concentration of the wolf pack naturally has a mature distribution mechanism, and this new wolf king clearly has no intention of changing these.
At the Snow Wolf King's command, the wolf pack cheered. Ninety percent of the materials provided by the sea beasts were taken back, with the remaining ten percent reserved for the Wolf King alone—a rule the wolf pack tacitly agreed to follow.
The Snow Wolf King's gaze was fixed on the coastline, its dark blue wolf eyes seemingly piercing through the seawater and looking into the depths of the ocean.
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The Arctic, atop a snow-capped mountain.
A woman dressed in a bright red palace gown leaned against an ice bed, a pot of spirit wine gently swirling in her hand, its aroma filling the air and its spiritual energy abundant.
"This desolate land in the far north has become quite interesting."
"But the Snow Wolf King is intelligent."
A woman dressed in blue was sitting to the side cooking something. The cooking utensils were all made of ice and snow, yet they were being heated by the fire.
“All things have a spirit.” The woman in palace attire tilted her head back and took a sip of wine, her eyes slightly glazed with intoxication. “Its destination seems to be right here; it must have sensed something.”
The woman in green nodded slightly. "Opportunities are determined by fate."
"Heavens?" The woman in palace attire smiled slightly, a hint of mockery in her expression. "Whatever."
She's about to die, why should she care about these things?
"No more drinking tomorrow."
The woman in green ladled out a bowl of hot soup and placed it on the ice block next to the woman in palace attire, her tone quite solemn.
"We've finally waited for this moment."
The woman in palace attire sighed softly, with a hint of nonchalance and a sense of liberation.
The woman in green paused slightly as she drank her soup, her gaze unfocused, and then she let out a soft laugh, as if she were in a daze.
The moment the formation was cast to seal the spiritual veins, the ending was already known, wasn't it?
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A place where north and south meet, nestled in the high mountains.
Under the blazing sun, all things are still.
"Huff..." Heavy breaths escaped as sweat dripped down his face.
Figures busily and carefully drew water from the cave, their movements never ceasing as buckets of water were passed out.
The "mineral water" here doesn't refer to drinking water as before, but rather to the literal meaning of a spring in a mine; more accurately, it's a mineral spring. (Mineral spring: a spring containing a large amount of minerals.)
In today's environment, it's easy to imagine how difficult it is to find a water source.
This was the first survivor base he encountered after leaving the spirit beast horde, a base that wasn't built on the ruins of a city.
This mine is the foundation of the base; if it weren't for this mineral spring, humans wouldn't have chosen to hide here.
This area was originally a mining area with countless deep mine shafts. However, most of the mine shafts and tunnels collapsed during the major earthquake. The mine shafts that exist today were excavated and cleared by the survivors.
Shanfeng stood at the water collection point, carefully using his supernatural abilities to examine each bucket of water that was being passed to him.
There is only one mine shaft that leads directly to the mineral spring, and Shan Feng is not qualified to enter unless he is a superhuman.
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