Early morning.
When the first ray of dawn pierced through the horizon and shone upon this place, the flowers and grass were still beaded with dew.
A bloodthorn snake had endured the bitterly cold night and crawled out of its hole, greedily drinking in the warmth of the sunlight.
Ordinary snakes were cold-blooded, but bloodthorn snakes were different—their blood was warm.
As its blood warmed, it gradually regained its usual agility. Its serpentine body stretched out, its forked tongue flickered, and it began to search for food.
This day, it needed to catch enough food and digest it, so that it could weather the cold of the next night.
In this world, all things struggled, all things competed for every inch of space to survive.
Though the bloodthorn snake looked fierce and terrifying, it was actually rather mild-tempered. It did not eat meat; its food was blood rose dew.
Its forked tongue darted in and out, and before long, the bloodthorn snake discovered food.
A drop of blood rose dew. It was translucent, like a tiny rose gemstone hanging from the tip of a blade of grass. It had formed from dew among the flowers and grass, transformed by the first light of morning with a certain probability.
If this drop of blood rose dew escaped the bloodthorn snake's hunt and endured the cold nights for seven days and seven nights in a row, it would turn into a tiny Rank 1 Blood Rose Gu.
The bloodthorn snake quickly slithered over.
Rustle, rustle, rustle...
The dense thicket of flowers and grass shook continuously, leaving behind the trace of a line. Within a few breaths, the bloodthorn snake had crossed a distance of more than a thousand steps and arrived before the drop of blood rose dew.
The snake raised its