When Gao Qian got up, Jiajia was still sleeping.

In the polar regions of the eternal night, time is especially difficult for high divers who don't have to eat or sleep. He checked the velvet in the brazier and looked back at Jiajia.

The original bed made of animal skins was now covered with a Raschel blanket, and under a pile of snow-white bear skins, Jiajia's small nose was exposed. Xu because he got up, Jiajia felt cold. He saw Jiajia move, and the small tip of her nose was retracted into the fur.

Gao Qian stared at Jiajia for a moment, then got up and walked out of the hut.

The wind and snow are howling, as if it has been like this for thousands of years.

He walked to the beach and stared at the ice floes in the distance, the dark sea undulated, the large pieces of ice floes were like small mountains, towering and motionless, and the small pieces of ice floes were undulating like rafts. The wind and snow whirled and roared, and he watched intently for a while, and found that there was no pattern to follow.

It seems that the cataclysm of seven years ago also changed the arctic and ocean currents in the Arctic. Gao Qian stood silently for a moment, then turned and walked towards the south side of the island.

He walked slowly, slowly calculating in his heart. He thought of several ways to get out of the island, but all of them lacked the necessary materials. There is no wood on the island, and there is no fuel, neither a boat nor a hot air balloon is feasible.

If it were just him, he could probably swim across the Arctic Ocean and reach the mainland, but Jiajia couldn't. If he left first, found the boat and came back to pick up Jiajia, he felt uneasy, especially when he found out that there was a mysterious peeper on this small island, and he was even less likely to leave Jiajia alone.

Ten minutes later, the high diver stopped in front of the ice crack, staring at the wind and snow on the opposite side. A kilometre on the opposite side, there is a faint pile of bulges that look like abandoned buildings or just an iceberg.

The narrowest part of the ice crack in front of him was nearly twenty meters, almost as wide as an eight-lane trunk road. Gao Qian slowly lifted his foot and stepped towards the crack as he slowly leaned forward. The moment he lost his center of gravity, he jerked back.

The mahogany floor, which had followed him in the Infernal Realm, did not appear, and the high dive stared at the ice crack in contemplation. Sally has said that he has unlocked the second layer of seals, and the benefits of which have been seen by the high potential. He doesn't have to eat or drink now, he's tireless, and in a way he's a demigod. Twilight's Blade couldn't transform at any time, but he knew it needed energy.

He thought of Uncle Li in the Ninth Archives again. The old man hung him above the abyss and taught him that all magic was a use of energy. Gao Qian vaguely understood that the mahogany floor that allowed him to be a trapeze could not appear, and it was probably due to a lack of energy, but he couldn't think of any way he could replenish his energy for a while.

Looks like he's going to have to adjust to life as a trapeze artist for a while.

High Dive looked again at the deep crack where the bottom was invisible. Before, he would never have been sure to jump over, but now, he thought he could try.

The high dive retreats a few hundred meters, then turns around and starts running.

More than twenty meters away from the ice crack, he began to accelerate and sprint, ready to jump. At this moment, a dark shadow suddenly appeared on the edge of the ice crack and shouted at him. Gao Qian was slightly startled, but the person had already reached the time before the ice cracked, and he couldn't retract the momentum, so Gao Qian simply ignored the guy who suddenly appeared and jumped with all his might.

In mid-air, he turned his head to look at the man. A black fur hat obscures the upper part of his face, and all that can be seen is a pale chin and thin, bloodless lips.

The high dive landed heavily on the opposite side at a distance of one meter from the ice crack. He breathed a sigh of relief, but his feet suddenly slipped at this moment, and he fell heavily forward on the ice, and his body slid towards the ice crack at the same time. He scrambled his fingers into the hard ice to stabilize himself and climbed several meters before stopping.

When I looked back, the black-clothed native who suddenly appeared was gone.

It's really elusive, Gao Qian exhaled, what the hell is that? The polar climate is extreme, the energy is also extremely chaotic, magic and divine power are mixed together, Gao Qian can't tell for a while, whether that guy is a human or a ghost.

And what did the person want to say when he suddenly appeared just now? Although Gao Qian couldn't understand the indigenous language, judging from the person's tone, he felt that the person was warning.

Just to warn what? to warn him not to cross the ice crack?

It's too late, he's already here. Gao Qian shrugged slightly, patted the snow particles on his body, looked at the black shadow in the distance, and he raised his feet and ran towards the black shadow.

Getting closer, Gao Qian saw that the black shadow was indeed a building, but the shape of the building was a little strange, as if it was buried in the ground, but something squeezed out of the ground.

Gao Qian circled around the half-covered wall, and finally saw a few letters of English on a leeward boulder. He carefully identified it for a while, and suddenly realized that this was the famous Doomsday Seed Bank. The full name is the Svalbard Global Seed Bank, which stores the seeds of almost every plant species in existence, and its building is strong enough to withstand nuclear explosions and earthquakes. It's just that for some unknown reason, the seed bank buried deep underground was actually exposed to the ground.

Remembering the cataclysm of seven years ago, Gao Qian felt that this kind of thing was especially important, and he climbed up the towering concrete wall. The top of the seed vault had collapsed, and he saw a pitch-black tunnel at the end of which was a twisted blast door, like the one used in bank vaults.

Gao Qian stared at the dark end of the tunnel for a moment and jumped down.

Gao Qian slowly walked towards the iron gate at the end, he could hear the sound of Suo Suo coming from the depths of the iron door, maybe it was a small animal, maybe something else, Gao Qian did not take it lightly, he pulled out the Twilight Blade, and approached carefully.

The twisted blast door seemed to have been squeezed by a large hand, revealing a half-meter-wide gap, and the high diver effortlessly drilled sideways.

At the other end of the iron gate is a large hall, half of which has been buried by the mountain, and the other half can still see steel shelves with black preservation boxes on them.

In the open space near the entrance, there were piles of boxes, most of which were broken, bags of vacuum-packed seeds were also scattered, and brown seeds were scattered all over the ground.

Gao Qian scolded and checked the scattered seed bags, and sure enough, they were empty. A gust of wind suddenly struck from behind, and the high diving head grabbed it without looking back, and then twisted it hard.

The black hot blood sprayed Gao Qian's hand, and he dragged it to his eyes, and it turned out to be a big mouse the size of a wild wolf.

"It's so big, I don't know how many seeds I stole and ate. "Gao Qian hates to be authentic.

He threw the big rat aside and glanced coldly, and a dozen or so big rats with fierce eyes had surrounded him. Gao Qian smiled coldly: "It's okay, I don't have to find you out one by one." ”

Gao Qian sheathed the Twilight Blade and moved his blood-stained fingers, "Come on, I'll also come to the people once today." ”