The Rock Monastery?
At this moment, Luo Ji, whose body and mind were both nearing their limits, had no energy left to wonder why he had encountered such a strange "monastery" on a Snow Mountain more than seven thousand meters above sea level.
Having lost contact with Zhuang Yan, carrying no emergency equipment, and trapped more than seven thousand meters above sea level in temperatures dozens of degrees below zero,
the harsh realities of cold, hunger, and loneliness meant he had to find shelter as soon as possible—somewhere that could withstand the blizzard and gale-force winds and provide him with warmth.
Otherwise, before long, even if he did not freeze to death, he would starve to death.
The blizzard would bury every trace!
With that thought, Luo Ji drew on his tenacious will to survive and squeezed out the last of his physical and mental strength. Maintaining a feeble Psykana Power barrier, he struggled forward through snow a full meter deep. "Hey! I'm here!"
His throat was hoarse, and his voice was swallowed by the storm before it could travel anywhere.
It was the monsoon season, and the wind and snow were raging.
Though the "monastery" seemed close and not far away, to Luo Ji, whose physical and mental strength had reached their limits, it had become an insurmountable chasm.
Just then,
a figure suddenly appeared in the distant field of vision, amid the endless white blizzard.
"Help... help!"
The instant he saw that figure, Luo Ji clung to it like a drowning man grasping at a lifeline. He strained his voice to the breaking point and cried for help.
However, perhaps because they were too far apart and separated by the howling wind, the other person failed to notice him.
Luo Ji grew even more anxious. Without caring whether