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Chapter 264 - 199: A Solitary Individual, Either a Beast or a Deity_2

Chapter 264: Chapter 199: A Solitary Individual, Either a Beast or a Deity_2

He no longer clung to an ordinary life, seemingly given the opportunity to leave his footprints in more places, to experience landscapes that existed only in books and dreams, making each journey a precious, irreplaceable memory in his life.

Because on this planet, there were countless landscapes and stories quietly waiting for travelers like him to explore, feel, and cherish.

He had once harbored the desire to see different places, only held back by his lack of enough strength and had decided to endure a little longer.

And now, if he were to ask himself.

Did he now have the capital and strength to travel everywhere?

Chen Yun was unsure of the answer.

But what he could say for certain was that he was much stronger now than before.

Maybe he still wasn’t qualified to travel everywhere.

But... maybe he wasn’t far off either.

Chen Yun’s mood gradually steadied.

He felt that after evolving two or three more times, he would likely possess the capital to roam the world.

After all, he already had fifty tons of normal power and two thousand degrees of thermal sight. The strength he could achieve after two or three more evolutions was unimaginable.

It was indeed hard to say.

Perhaps by then, his strength alone might be as exaggerated as several thousand tons.

Maybe starting from now, he could consider where it would be best to start his long journey.

That moment, his powerful memory constructed a vague yet clear map in his mind.

Clear because of his strong memory.

Vague in places he had never seen, hence truly absent from his memory.

Based on such a map, Chen Yun could now roughly plan out some routes.

In pursuit of the most primitive experiences of nature and culture, untouched by modern civilization.

Perhaps he could start at the Yunnan Tiger Leaping Gorge in Hua Country, experiencing a thrilling conversation with the turbulent river and precipitous cliffs; then head to the Annapurna Circuit in Nepal, immersed in the sanctity of the Himalayas, visiting ancient villages at the foot of the snow-covered mountains. Afterwards, crossing the ocean to step onto the untamed highland paths of Papua New Guinea, where tribal culture thrived, and hidden waterfalls and mysterious totems lurked in the depths of the jungle.

Venturing deep into the heart of Africa, trekking Mount Kilimanjaro in Tanzania, from the lush rainforests to the snowy summit, witnessing nature’s four seasons in ever-changing vistas. Then heading south to the Paine National Park in Patagonia, Chile, where glaciers crack and winds sweep the grass low, revealing livestock, experiencing the solitude and grandeur at the world’s end. Moving eastwards to Tasmania in Australia, where the overland trek awaited the brave, traversing wilderness, encountering ancient rainforests and tranquil lakes, as if stepping into another era.

This was not only a challenge to nature’s extremes, but a pilgrimage to return one’s soul to its origins. Each step touched the dust of time, each breath carried the essence of the primal, allowing travelers in every remote corner of the world to feel the Earth’s primal form and the pulse of life. This was not just a journey; it was a reverent voyage to the last sanctuaries of the Earth, a deep exploration of harmonious coexistence between self and nature.

As he pondered this, Chen Yun suddenly stopped in his tracks on the Northern Luzon Coastline.

Within the range of his Transparent World Perception, something unusual suddenly appeared.

The dense primitive forest acted like a natural barrier, shielding the sights of the world, but not concealing anything from Chen Yun’s perception.

Here, far from the clamor of cities.

Only the bravest or most desperate ventured.

A group of heavily armed criminals had chosen this place to hide. In this dark green labyrinth, they had established an illicit kingdom.

Sunlight filtered through the dense canopy, speckling the ground in an uneven pattern, but in these shadowy corners, the light seemed unable to penetrate the darkness within people’s hearts.

Deep in the primitive forest of the Northern Luzon Coast, the criminals’ hideout seemed like a world of its own, cleverly concealed among thick trees and winding streams, invisible to outsiders.

Their camp consisted of several rudimentary but sturdy wooden huts, constructed from local natural resources, with roofs covered thick with leaves and vines, blending seamlessly with the surroundings, nearly indiscernible even from an aerial view.

In the center of the hideout, a larger wooden hut served as the main command post and drug-making workshop.

Inside, it was dim, lit only by a few dim lights, the air thick with a pungent smell of chemicals mixed with jungle humidity.

The walls were hung with various chemical instruments and tools, jars containing colorful unidentified liquids, with raw materials piled up nearby.

Several criminals, wearing protective masks, worked the equipment nervously yet orderly, clearly well-trained from long practice.

Another hut was filled with packaged drugs, disguised as ordinary goods, ready to be transported by small boats from nearby coasts to other transfer points, then distributed worldwide through a complex smuggling network.

In a corner, a large map sprawled out, densely marked with various routes and meeting points, displaying their meticulously planned trafficking operations.

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