He didn't want to run away, either.
This cataclysm sweeping across the Continent was like a giant net, constantly tightening.
There was nowhere to run, unless he steeled his heart and utterly abandoned everything in the Monte Territory—giving up Option Two and even his plan to quickly reach the Perfection of the Qi Refining Realm with resources—to flee overseas or hide deep in the mountains like a stray dog.
And that kind of "survival" had already lost all meaning to him.
Therefore, venturing deep into the Deep Red Wilderness, while certainly forced upon him by the mandate and the circumstances, was also a proactive counterattack.
Within the crisis also lay the "opportunity" he needed.
Opportunities like the Spiritual Material refined from the giant beast's carapace, and the "Heart of the Fierce Sun" he had just traded for.
Back inside the stone house, Murphy did not rush to rest.
