Chapter 7

In the midst of the wild forest, Tang San closed his eyes and meditated, sensing the colorless gem in his mind—the Intermittent Sarira.

He was very surprised; the first time he saw the true face of the dark space that had preserved his consciousness for countless years, it turned out to be just a mysterious gem.

Tang San opened his eyes and no longer paid attention to the Intermittent Sarira. Instead, he looked up at the two moons in the sky, memorizing their positions. Then he closed his eyes to rest and wait for time to pass.

Before he knew it, a considerable amount of time had passed. Tang San looked up at the sky, where the positions of the two moons had changed, and the distance between them had become much closer.

Through observation, Tang San deduced that the orbits of the moons here were different from those on Earth.

One moon rose in the east and set in the west, while the other seemed to rise in the west and set in the east. The two moons would converge in the center of the sky.

At this moment, the two moons were almost overlapping, indicating that it was approaching the latter part of the night.

Tang San thought to himself, "It's about time to test my hypothesis."

He closed his eyes and focused on the Intermittent Sarira in his mind, thinking, "Enter, enter, enter."

Then his consciousness trembled and, under the influence of a suction force, rushed into the Intermittent Sarira.

His consciousness had already formed an instinct, quickly taking on a human form within the Intermittent Sarira. Looking at the silent and void Intermittent Sarira, a thought flashed through Tang San's mind: "What a strange place, I wonder what secrets lie hidden in this silence."

Time passed minute by minute. Through the Intermittent Sarira, Tang San observed the two moons in the sky. After feeling that enough time had passed, he compared the distance the two moons had moved and came to a vague conclusion.

"It seems that in the same amount of time, the distance between the two moons has only moved about one-third of the original distance. In other words, the time flow within the Intermittent Sarira is one-third of the outside world, greatly slowing down time."

This conclusion shocked Tang San. The power to alter time, in any mythological novel, was an unparalleled great ability.

Even Tang San's usually calm mind was slightly stirred.

"The Intermittent Sarira, just by what it has already shown, possesses extraordinary power. Who knows how many more secrets it holds."

"The Intermittent Sarira currently has three abilities: first, preserving my consciousness from dissipating; second, the power to alter the flow of time; and third, the ability to replicate and simulate external objects. Each of these abilities, if used correctly, is a huge cheat. It seems the Intermittent Sarira will be my main tool for survival in this world."

Taking a deep breath, Tang San slowly withdrew from the Intermittent Sarira and looked at the two moons that had risen to their highest point. He exhaled and said, "Let's rest well today. It won't be easy to get out of the wild."

Time passed quickly, and before he knew it, a night had passed. The morning sun brought warmth, waking Tang San from his deep sleep.

Looking around, he saw a scene that surprised him: several strange rodents were gnawing on his roasted meat, leaving it full of holes.

Seeing these fat field mice hanging on the roasted meat, a cold light flashed in Tang San's eyes. He casually untied the wrapping belt around his body, leaped down from the tree, and pounced towards the small tree where the roasted meat was hanging.

As the shadow approached, the field mice immediately became alert and leaped to the ground, preparing to escape.

But it was too late. Tang San's martial arts, honed for countless years within the Intermittent Sarira, had become instinctual. Although his body couldn't fully keep up with this instinct, he had undoubtedly reached a certain level of control over himself.

Fists and legs flashed in the air, and four field mice were smashed into the ground with great force, their bones and innards turning into a mess.

Thud

Tang San attacked from mid-air, killing several field mice and landing on the ground with a light step, stirring up a cloud of leaves and dust.

Standing up, he looked at the roasted meat that was no longer edible and sighed, "It seems I'll have to find food by other means."

As he said this, his gaze swept around. Looking at the four dead field mice on the ground, a smile appeared on his face, "Today's food will depend on you."

He walked over, picked up the four field mice, tied their tails together, and took out his dagger. He cut open their bellies, and a pungent smell of blood immediately filled the air.

Seeing the blood flowing from the field mice, Tang San quickly hung them on a large tree. Then he climbed another tree and waited for prey to take the bait.

The smell of blood was the best lure in the wilderness, easily attracting various predators.

After just a few minutes, a half-meter-long mountain cat appeared from the forest, approaching the four dead field mice. The mountain cat was clearly puzzled, but since there had never been hunters in the wilderness, it didn't understand what was happening.

After a moment of hesitation, the mountain cat cautiously approached the tree where the field mice were hanging. It crouched and pounced, claws outstretched, climbing up the tree.

At this moment, Tang San, hiding in another tree, saw his chance and leaped down from the tree, launching a surprise attack on the mountain cat as it climbed. Caught off guard, the mountain cat instinctively pushed off the tree trunk, trying to leap to the treetop to avoid Tang San's attack.

However, Tang San's speed was too fast. He used his full strength, and his speed was like a gust of wind.

A flash of cold light, and Tang San's dagger had already pierced the mountain cat's waist. A streak of blood flashed, and the mountain cat's strength drained, causing it to fall from the tree and hit the ground with a heavy thud.

Thud

The sound of the mountain cat hitting the ground echoed in the air. Seeing the mountain cat struggling to stand up again, Tang San's eyes were cold. He walked over, grabbed its neck, and completely subdued it. He pulled out his dagger and slashed the mountain cat's throat, splattering blood on the ground.

In just a few seconds, the mountain cat, having lost too much blood and unable to breathe, stopped moving.

Tang San looked at the mountain cat's body and nodded, "Today's food is secured. This forest is quite large, so there should be enough food. The outside is all wilderness, making it very difficult to find food. I'll have to stay here for a while."

Tang San had read a book on wilderness survival before. For him, who had a photographic memory, the methods of wilderness survival were already well-versed. He wouldn't starve, but to survive and leave this wilderness, he needed to make some preparations. Food, water, and salt were all essential.

Indeed: The bloody trap lured the mountain cat, and a ruthless strike secured the provisions.

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