Yang Lin had lost count of how many times he had awakened legendary-level talents for animals, but this time he was truly bewildered.
Previously, animals that awakened legendary talents showed at least some external changes.
But this little Arctic fox had no changes whatsoever. The only difference might be that its fur was slightly whiter, but even that was minimal.
"Did the awakening fail?"
With a hint of doubt, Yang Lin checked its talent panel again.
But the Lucky Fortune talent on the panel clearly showed as activated.
After pondering for a long time without result, he finally came to this conclusion.
"As expected of a legendary talent, there are no external influences. The actual effect must be incredibly powerful."
"Perhaps something good is about to happen."
After saying this, Yang Lin gently placed the little creature back into his arms and stared at its small eyes with his own big ones.
One minute later, nothing happened.
Five minutes later, still nothing.
Ten minutes later, still nothing.
Half an hour later, Yang Lin’s snores echoed from the ice house.
With the dim light and comfortable environment, he simply couldn't resist falling asleep.
While Yang Lin was sleeping soundly, over a hundred kilometers away on another part of the ice field, a group of Inuit people dressed in animal skins were struggling through a blizzard.
Even though they were accustomed to the extreme weather of the Arctic, they were powerless against such a ferocious blizzard.
At this moment, they had even lost their way, relying on their sled dogs to lead the way bit by bit.
As for stopping, they dared not. If they stopped, within minutes, a group of ice sculptures would appear on the Arctic ice.
"Keep moving forward, everyone. The Sea Goddess is guiding us, and we will soon arrive at Her divine realm."
"Only by capturing the intruder can we appease Her wrath."
Just as the leading shaman finished speaking, an unlucky individual stumbled into a pit by the roadside.
The Inuit people acted as if they hadn't seen their companion disappear.
However, at this moment, they had no extra energy to save their companion and could only grit their teeth and continue heading towards the North Pole.
They walked for an unknown amount of time, during which how many companions disappeared in the blizzard and how many sled dogs froze into ice sculptures, the blizzard finally stopped.
But before the Inuit people could even smile, sounds of cracking ice began to emanate from beneath their feet.
Looking at the constantly cracking ice, the remaining sled dogs were the first to react.
Under the immense danger, these nearly frozen sled dogs pulled their sleds and began to run wildly.
The Inuit people who were fortunate enough to jump onto the sleds thus gained a last chance to escape.
As for the more than a hundred who did not make it onto the sleds, they could only watch as the fissures grew wider and wider.
Before long, the ice field beneath them turned into a continuously disintegrating island.
Perhaps within a few hours, they would sink forever into the icy sea along with these ice floes.
Seeing their kin trapped on the floating ice, the fortunate Inuit people showed grief in their eyes.
But at this moment, they had no other recourse.
If they turned back to save their kin, they might drag themselves down with them.
Furthermore, they had an even more important mission: to find the human who had desecrated the Sea Goddess and appease her wrath.
Thinking of this, the surviving shaman waved his rifle and shouted loudly:
"Press on. Only by appeasing the Goddess's wrath can we save them."
As soon as the words fell, this group of fearless Inuit people boarded their sleds and continued their journey towards the North Pole.
Meanwhile, Yang Lin finally woke up from his sleep.
When he pushed away the accumulated snow and ice blocking the door with his hand, a ray of sunlight, devoid of any warmth, shone into the ice house.
This signified that the terrifying blizzard had finally passed.
Upon realizing this, Yang Lin's face lit up with joy again. Confirming that only 5 hours had passed, he immediately woke up all the animals in the ice house.
"The blizzard has stopped, let's continue our journey!"
Ten minutes later, a sled pulled by four polar bears once again galloped across the Arctic ice field.
After the cleansing of the blizzard, the already pristine Arctic ice field had become even more pure.
At a glance, Yang Lin even felt as if he were in a dream.
However, Yang Lin could only look at such beautiful scenery for a short while, as prolonged exposure would blind him.
He casually took out the sunglasses he had prepared from his pocket, put them on his eyes, and lay back, resting his head on Gou Dan's soft belly.
The four Arctic foxes continued to act as quilts.
Coupled with the polar bears shielding him from the cold wind, in this scene, Yang Lin could only think of three words – beautiful!
After another 8 hours of intermittent galloping, Yang Lin's distance to the North Pole was less than two hundred kilometers.
He thought victory was within reach, but to Yang Lin's surprise, as his sled rounded an ice hill, a group of people holding rifles and wearing animal skins blocked his path.
Upon first sight of these people, Yang Lin thought he was seeing a mirage.
After all, this was the Arctic, and it was near the North Pole. How could there be people here?
Besides these people, he also saw a team of over a hundred sled dogs, composed of huskies, Alaskan Malamutes, Samoyeds, and other members of the "three foolish sled dogs."
"What's going on? Why are there people here? Is this real?"
Just as Yang Lin was about to take off his sunglasses to investigate, a gunshot that echoed across the ice field made him jump.
Undoubtedly, the scene might have been an illusion, but the gunshot was certainly not.
In an instant, Yang Lin understood what was happening.
Especially when he clearly saw the appearance of the people blocking his way.
Yellow skin, dark eyes, short and stout builds, coupled with their polar bear fur clothing – these were the standard features of the Inuit people.
"What the hell, are they planning to rob us here? Or maybe charge a toll."
"Am I this unlucky?"
Thinking of this, Yang Lin couldn't help but look at the little Arctic fox lying in his arms.
From the current situation, its Lucky Fortune talent seemed to have had no effect at all.
To prevent the Inuit people from firing their guns, Yang Lin immediately ordered the four polar bears responsible for pulling the sled to stop.
As soon as the sled stopped, the armed Inuit people advanced towards him aggressively.
For the first time, Yang Lin felt that death was so close to him.
In this remote and desolate Arctic ice field, if these Inuit people were to kill him and throw him into an ice hole, even Conan would not be able to find any clues.