Starting Off Survival With A Small Treehouse

Xu Xin hung onto the rock wall with one hand, using the other to tighten the snow fox scarf.

This item cannot become loose; if it did and dropped, he would really freeze to death.

He should have made a few more to store in his backpack.

Using one hand, he tied the scarf tightly around his neck, preventing it from truly falling off, and continued climbing upwards again.

Climbing to roughly three hundred meters, Xu Xin found a small cave on the rock wall.

Said to be a cave, it was actually just a larger pit, allowing him to sit and take a break in it.

Having climbed three hundred meters, he already felt a bit of fatigue in his arm muscles, needing a short rest from the constant exertion of his arms, or else, in such cold altitude, he consistently feared the risk of cramps.

Sitting in the cave, Xu Xin rubbed his arms.

Still, it was very quiet around, no wind whatsoever.

The mist in the air seemed to have solidified, stagnant around the giant stone pillar peak, without the slightest movement. If it weren’t for the watch on his wrist still capable of telling time by the dial, he would even slightly doubt whether time stopped in this eerie space.