Star Pulse Walker

The cold sea breeze blew through Lin Feng's thin clothes like a knife. The fear of abandonment has been suppressed by the instinct to survive. He chewed the bitter grass roots and recalled the warm feeling. "Concentrate..." He faced a few dead branches, trying desperately to recall that feeling. A spark finally appeared at the fingertips and ignited the dead leaves, but a severe dizziness also followed. For ten days, he lived like a savage. That power sometimes works well, sometimes making the water sweeter, or making the thrown stones hit the target. But Lin Feng no longer complained. He began to integrate this weak power into the most basic survival actions: climbing trees, fishing, and vigilance. One day, while chasing a hare, he pushed aside a thick vine, and suddenly a half-broken stone tablet appeared in front of him, with strange words engraved on it that had long been weathered.