The night in the Ten Thousand Great Mountains was cold and silent.

In a sheltered mountain hollow, a campfire crackled, dispelling the surrounding darkness and chill.

Lin Mo sat cross-legged on a large rock, poking the fire with a stick while meditating with his eyes closed.

After escaping from the ancient relics, he dared not stop for a moment, sprinting hundreds of miles until his Spiritual Power was nearly exhausted, before finding this secluded spot to rest temporarily.