The pile of flames had already gone out, but there was still some smoke rising. Henry Clark gently poked it with his spear, and sure enough, there was still a hidden fire underneath. He immediately used dry grass to catch the fire, then piled the firewood on top. In a moment, the flames rose up again.

Then Henry Clark looked at the giant wolf’s corpse and felt troubled. He didn’t have any knives, so he couldn’t cut open the giant wolf’s hide at all. After picking for a while, he could only use the spear to pry open the wolf’s existing wound, then kept grinding with a sharp stone. After much effort, he finally scraped off a palm-sized chunk of meat. He didn’t bother to clean it—he just tossed the meat directly onto the fire.

A few minutes later, the smell of roasting meat wafted from the fire. Henry Clark forced himself to wait a bit longer, then used the spear to pick out the meat. He couldn’t care less about how hot it was—using stones, the spear, and whatever else he could, he tore the meat apart until a big mouthful of wolf meat went down his throat. Only then did Henry Clark let out a long breath.

He was alive again. It felt so good to be alive.

Henry Clark went on to eat three or four more pieces of wolf meat before finally lying contentedly on the grass. The feeling of being alive made him not want to move at all.

But after lying there for less than ten minutes, Henry Clark still got up, looked regretfully at the giant wolf’s corpse, then glanced at the fire. He just took some partially burned charcoal, and left without looking back, heading down the slope.

He couldn’t take the wolf meat with him—it would smell of blood, and this wasn’t a place to linger. He had to find signs of people. Henry Clark knew very well that he was still in danger. Since a giant wolf had appeared nearby, it meant this was definitely not a safe place. Was he supposed to stay here and wait to die?

But the wilderness was so vast—any random mountain was as big as a star, and the continent stretched endlessly. He didn’t even know where he was. Plus, there was no network, and he had no true power left. He even began to suspect he wasn’t on the Honghuang Continent at all. If he could find people, that would be fine, but if he couldn’t…

He remembered that someone on Earth had once done a calculation: if a person traveled around the world on foot, relying on nothing but walking—of course, you couldn’t walk across the Pacific, but if you calculated the land area as the size of the Earth—it would take a year to make a round trip.

This world was so enormous, he might not encounter any signs of people even after walking for ten years. If that was the case, who knew if he could survive for ten years? Just one giant wolf was terrifying enough—if he ran into a pack, he’d be nothing more than walking meat.

“I need to retrain my true power, and I can’t slack off on martial arts. I also need to practice the Shangqing Battle Fist. Over the past few months, I’ve found a lot of cultivation methods—after all, who wouldn’t want extraordinary power? Especially someone like me, coming from a world without magic…”

As Henry Clark walked, he thought to himself. He spent a long time choosing in his mind, and finally settled on a cultivation method. At the same time, he was secretly amazed. Although he had searched for many cultivation methods, he had basically only read through them once and stored them in his network space. After all, the Honghuang network could be accessed with a thought, which was like remembering it himself. But now, with no network, he was recalling everything purely from memory, and he could remember all the details of these methods at once. That was just unbelievable—he didn’t remember ever having such a good memory.

“Could it be a benefit from this watch?” Henry Clark looked at his watch, and was startled when he saw it, because the watch seemed to have changed.

At once, Henry Clark didn’t dare be careless. He picked up the watch and examined it closely, and saw that there were a few tiny, extremely rare bright spots on it. In the sunlight, you could occasionally see them, as if a few grains of glass or jade the size of sand were embedded between the stones.

Ever since he got this watch, Henry Clark had looked at it countless times. He knew exactly what this stone watch looked like, and there was no way these things had been embedded in it before. Clearly, the watch had changed, and in an unknown way.

“Could it be a change from killing that giant wolf yesterday? And was it the watch that healed my injuries?”

Henry Clark held the watch and examined it for a long time, trying to find out what had changed or how to activate it, but no matter how he fiddled with it, he couldn’t figure it out. In the end, he gave up. Whatever changes there were would show up eventually—there was no point in swallowing it now.

Just like that, Henry Clark walked all the way down to the bottom of the slope. There was a grassland here. He got his bearings and decided to head east. Anyway, except for the mountains to the north, which were impassable, the other three directions were all about the same, so he just picked one at random.

Along the way, although Henry Clark was hurrying, he kept his hands busy. He found some vines, quickly wove them together, and hung them around his waist—at least it gave him some cover. Whenever he found any fruit along the way, if there were signs of insect bites or birds pecking at them, he didn’t hesitate to stuff them into his mouth. These were carbohydrates, after all. Isn’t this how it’s done in wilderness survival? If you can eat it, eat it—who knows when you’ll run out of food.