Fortunately, he was reincarnated and had the True Spirit memories loaded into the virtual frame. He also had the protection of soul power. Otherwise, it would be difficult for any reincarnated Beast Spirit to survive in such an environment.
He controlled the flint beside him with his soul power. With collision and friction, sparks soon flew. It made the fire beside him burn, dispelling a lot of the cold.
It was just a simple gesture, yet Shen Ping felt exhausted and could only sleep soundly. However, he still left a trace of soul power. When the wood burned out, he forced himself and continued to add wood despite his tiredness.
Just like that, he barely lasted until nightfall. The hunger in his stomach kept attacking his weak nerves.
The wind was cold. The temperature in the house kept dropping, and even the fire could not be maintained. Even the ground was frozen into a layer of frost. This made Shen Ping frown.
