As the light of day began to emerge, Sun Wukong halted his steps. After looking around, he found a low depression in the mountains and sat down cross-legged to recover the spiritual energy he had spent through the night. Normally, with one somersault Sun Wukong could travel one hundred and eight thousand miles, but in the Extreme Northern Ice Field, he had managed only about three hundred miles in one night. The difference was like night and day, yet even this three hundred miles was enough to make Wukong proud. If it had been any other common Saint, perhaps a hundred miles would have been their limit. For those whose strength had not reached the realm of Saints, they might not have been able to move at all.