Ruins · North Pole
He Ao touched the void with his finger, observing the ripples in space.
Along the way, he found more or fewer traces left behind by that martial arts expert, though most had long since been buried beneath the ice.
There were more traces in the outer regions near the pole.
Considering that the Artificial Sun in the sky had not yet gone out during the glory days of the ruins civilization, the area nearby should not have been as cold as it was now, and there were likely more mutant beasts.
It seemed that martial arts expert had hunted in that area.
With such steady hunting traces, he should have lived there for quite a long time.
But after searching the area, He Ao failed to find where he had lived.
Further north, near the pole itself, there were no traces of life at all.
He Ao glanced at the gradually dimming light in his hand. The power brought by this projection would not last much longer.
He lowered his head and looked at the thick ice and snow below.
Judging from the traces he had found earlier, after all these years, that dwelling was most likely buried beneath the ice and snow.
Orange-gray light rose from He Ao's fingertips, then suddenly brightened.
He increased the power output. Fluctuations from the bottom layer of this world began spreading rapidly with him at the center. At last, around three hundred meters underground, He Ao sensed a "response."
No wonder he could not find it. It was buried so deeply.
At that moment, He Ao immediately withdrew his hand and pressed his palm against the ice beneath him.
Orange-gray light flashed across his fingertips. The ice beneath his feet was instantly cut open, revealing a crack.
His body