"I want to continue heading north." Malin shared his plan with Sage Sima, who had come to take charge of the situation. The sage seemed to want to persuade Malin to stay, but after Malin handed him the silver coin and explained how to use it to summon him, the sage had no means to keep Malin from leaving. Thus, he could only wish Malin well and hope for his swift return. Malin left Tianjin at midnight. This time going north, Malin did not bring along Meng Quyi, who was displeased with his decision but eventually obediently returned to New Hangzhou. She knew that the farther north they traveled, the more she would be a burden rather than a help to Malin. Besides, her body couldn’t handle it—Malin’s offspring were sprouting inside her, which alone was enough to make her rein in her whims. Thus, she obediently returned to New Hangzhou, and her sensibility allowed Malin to see her in a new light. "I fell in love with you driven by mission," she said. Malin always thought it was just a girl’s playful banter, never considering... she was serious. A girl with a sense of mission is both lovable and intimidating. After his sigh, Malin mounted his two-wheeled motorcycle and continued northward along the highway marked on ancient maps, seeing nothing but desolation. The elevated highways and sightseeing rail lines had already collapsed, leaving behind elevated structures and some compartments that had fallen and rotted into iron sheets, with the front of trains hanging on segments of track that hadn’t collapsed. There were so many remnants, long since swept into unrecognizable shards by the tides of time, telling silent tales of the post-apocalyptic world to later arrivals like Malin. At daybreak, Malin stopped in front of one compartment, outside which stood a young child who was barely clothed. He stared at Malin, and after a long while, it occurred to him to scream for help, prompting his family to crawl out from the damaged compartment. A typical familial group consisting of five adults and roughly the same number of young children. The family looked at Malin, extremely frightened, because one child had been staring at Malin from the start. She was trembling, and the adult holding her was also visibly helpless. She’s... a Spiritual Energy Gifted. Her and her mother’s assessment of Malin’s power left them in fear. And as the strongest one in the family, her fear influenced the adults, with the male of the group standing between his family and Malin, holding half a metal rod, likely one of the few tools he had learned to use. The wild people, in Thainan’s history, there were many survivor settlements that eventually fell apart due to various reasons, leaving these Thanan people as wild folks. Even if a Thanan met a wild person, they could only choose to leave—these wild folks had completely regressed. Long-term outdoor living, especially in Chaos-occupied areas, inevitably caused mutation and distortion in the wild people’s bodies. Malin took out a piece of jerky and tossed it to the man, who caught the jerky, sniffed it, and then excitedly handed it over to the woman behind him. This perhaps is the aspect that makes wild people more human-like rather than resembling zombies. But Malin knew, life is always evolving, so he looked at the woman. "Go south, embrace civilization." The woman stared intently at Malin, possessing talent but not knowing how to use Spiritual Energy; in this era, it was the saddest thing. So Malin wanted to show her and her family a way to survive. Malin started the motorcycle, and with it, continued northward, while in the rearview mirror, that young woman was pointing south. Malin didn’t know how they would communicate, but... they should realize that if humans could journey from south to north, then the Chaos blocking the way must have disappeared—if they couldn’t even think that far, they could never return to civilization. "Where are you going?" came Susu’s somewhat puzzled inquiry from the back seat. "I thought you should know." Malin didn’t look back, driving the motorcycle over the top of a small hill, gazing at the vast ruins ahead. The greatness of human civilization lies in creation, from the initial tables and chairs, to subsequent small buildings, and finally to skyscrapers defying gravity, until humans built ships that escaped gravitational constraints. The ruins ahead had started stretching to the point where they were out of sight; clearly echoes of the apocalypse, yet to Malin, they testified to humanity’s former greatness. Unfortunately, it had all been destroyed. But when reflecting, from arriving in this era to now, Malin had witnessed countless mortals desiring to save the world and the choices they made when facing reality. If it weren’t for Chaos, Malin might have witnessed a great era, a world brimming with conflict and thought, a world where ideals and reality intertwined, a world of self-rescue and saving others... unfortunately, with Chaos in the mix, everything changed. "You really want to go see?" The girl behind him asked, laced with a hint of curiosity. "Yes, maybe there’s nothing there anymore, but I still want to take a look, after all, we once lived in that era, didn’t we?" Malin replied with a smile. As the ruins increased, Malin had to release Salis to find a path for him, simultaneously pushing the motorcycle into the Semi-Plane.