However, after that, Chen Shouyi seemed to have completely run out of luck.
He ran through five Small Islands in a row.
He found nothing at all.
Although there were many islands here, most of them were Small Islands ranging from a few square kilometers to several dozen square kilometers. There were only six or seven large islands like the first one, each spanning several hundred square kilometers.
Moreover, although many of the Small Islands were covered in dense, lush forests that looked brimming with life, it was only when one approached them that one discovered the sky-high baleful aura and bone-piercing cold. Clearly, powerful Nature Spirits were entrenched there.
Apart from plants, every living thing on the Small Islands had vanished.
On some Small Islands, one could even see Ruins left behind by barbarians. Weeds and shrubs grew all over the crude stone buildings.
They had either already fled or already perished.
The survival conditions in the Otherworld were harsh, even on an isolated island without many external enemies.
If a tribe lost the protection of its totem, it would perish within one or two generations.
Still, Chen Shouyi was not in a hurry.
After all, it was only the first day.
A pile of firewood burned slowly, its flames flickering uncertainly.
Under the licking flames, fat continuously dripped from a plump leg, splashing up showers of sparks. The air was filled with a rich fragrance.
In the distant woods, a chilly mist spread.
Clinging to the ground like a thin layer of gauze, it slowly crept toward this place. From time to time, wisps split off into tendrils that danced through the air, seemingly probing their surroundings like living creatures.
Chen Shouyi acted as though he had noticed none of it.
He swiftly sliced the meat with his