Starting from Robinson Crusoe

The blizzard arrived much faster than Chen Zhou had imagined.

Almost within two minutes after he called back the Three-headed Saw-toothed Tiger, snowflakes as large as goose feathers whirled in with the gale from the distant mountain peaks.

In his line of sight, the once withered yellow grassland had instantly transformed into a chaotic swath of white.

Howl~

Tiger Second roared uneasily, hiding behind its big brother and third brother.

Chen Zhou tightened his fur coat, lowered his crude fur hat, and stood in front of the Three-headed Saw-toothed Tiger.

At this moment, no matter how good his vision was, he couldn’t see beyond 5 meters, and could only rely on memory to judge direction.

Snowflakes fell on the dry and hard fur, and due to the cold, did not melt, making Chen Zhou look like a "snowman."

The temperature kept dropping, even the Three-headed Saw-toothed Tiger behind Chen Zhou turned white.

Heading toward the forest in his memory, Chen Zhou’s ears were filled with the roaring sound of the wind. He couldn’t help but glance back at the riverbank—

When they set out, the bonfire was roughly there.

Yet now he couldn’t see a thing, only the densely packed snow flurries slanting down from the sky.

The pristine, crystalline snowflakes were so tightly packed that they almost formed a river, rushing rapidly, while the wild grass on the ground was being buried at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The bonfire by the riverbank may have been extinguished long ago, and the river water might have layers of thin ice forming and breaking...

"Damn, what kind of weather is this."

A layer of frost hung on his eyelashes, making Chen Zhou’s vision a bit blurred. He hurriedly turned his head and called to the Three-headed Saw-toothed Tiger again, afraid they might fall behind.

...

Braving the wind and snow, after walking for about five or six minutes towards the forest, Chen Zhou suddenly discovered that the terrain under his feet had slightly elevated, which was inconsistent with the terrain he remembered.

"Damn!"

A tightness gripped his heart, Chen Zhou realized that his direction had deviated, which meant he might not reach the shelter in the expected time.

Struggling to recall the terrain near the riverbank, he attempted to determine how far off course he was.

However, on the way here, he only walked one path, just wanting to quickly get to the riverside to replenish some water and then rest by the fire, not really understanding the surrounding terrain, nor did he look around much.

Moreover, the visibility had greatly reduced due to the snowstorm, and the landmarks on the ground such as the taller grass clusters and the continuous river willows were obscured by the snow curtain, making it impossible to judge his path by the slight undulations of the ground alone.

At this moment, Chen Zhou, who usually had supreme confidence in his extraordinary memory, found himself flustered for the first time in ages.

The blizzard was growing stronger, and although the storm came suddenly and probably wouldn’t last too long, he couldn’t take chances with "what if."

Already in the Prehistoric World where the climate had been disturbed by the Space-Time Administration Bureau, the likelihood of a sudden blizzard turning into a snow disaster was nonzero.

If he couldn’t quickly find a place to take shelter from the storm, no matter how enduring his stamina was or how powerful his strength, he would still be devoured by the merciless nature—

Just frostbite alone could be fatal for him.

Thinking of this, Chen Zhou couldn’t help but press his hand against his chest, feeling the solid sensation beneath the fur coat, where the Regeneration Potion was stored.

This medicine offered him some solace—

Even if he were to reach the end of the road, as long as the potion was still valid, it would always give him another chance.

For now, what’s most important is to find the right direction and keep going, even if it’s just finding a small mound, it’s better than staying in place and awaiting death.

...

Trudging through the increasingly upward-sloping land, struggling through the blizzard.

At this moment, Chen Zhou finally understood the despair that those extreme deep-sea diving enthusiasts felt when they got lost in the ocean abyss.

Now, the walls of white blizzard around him were like the pitch-black sea, and this vast grassland was equivalent to the infinite ocean.

The rapidly dropping body temperature was like the oxygen slowly being consumed in an oxygen tank; when the body temperature dropped to its lowest, when the oxygen ran out, it would mean the end of his life.

As a northerner, Chen Zhou was very familiar with the power of a blizzard—

In a blizzard around minus thirty degrees, if one is only wearing a softshell jacket instead of ultra-low temperature specialized attire, in an unsheltered environment, it would only take ten minutes for the extremities to go numb from frostbite.

In roughly twenty minutes, when the surface body temperature cannot drop any further, the core body temperature would start to lower, causing muscle stiffness, and at that point, there’s a risk of amputation.

By thirty minutes, severe hypothermia symptoms would appear, and someone without strong physical fitness and who isn’t adapted to extreme cold environments would experience blurred consciousness or pass out, and those lying in the snowstorm would face organ failure and death.

During this process, one must also avoid sweating and accumulating snow.

Sweating accelerates heat loss, bringing forward the onset of hypothermia, and snow accumulation similarly speeds up the loss of body temperature.

For Chen Zhou, the time available for finding a wind-shelter might be only twenty minutes. Even if he could hold out longer, by the time the half-hour was up, his condition would have plummeted so much that even if he found a shelter, his extremities might already be frostbitten, especially the more susceptible ears, fingers, and toes.

He didn’t want to waste the precious Regeneration Injection here, so not only did he need to press forward, but he also had to observe carefully and make accurate judgments.

If he could have a bit of luck, perhaps he could finish this "escape act" in the snowstorm.

...

Climbing over a hillock, just when Chen Zhou thought the mound would keep rising enough for shelter from the wind, the terrain suddenly began to decline again.