Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness

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Looking back on the evolutionary course of mankind, if our ancestors had not been adventurous and imaginative, had not the courage to innovate and the willingness to sacrifice with their grand spirit and magnificent sentiments.

Who would have taken a canoe to surf the seas, to explore the endless mysteries of the ocean beyond?

Oceans and mountains, deserts and swamps, the torch of adventure ignites everything it touches, burning bright enough to be seen clearly from space, a dazzling civilization!

Fast, too fast.

A hundred meters or several hundred meters in a second?

Bi Fang's nerves were almost snapping, everything blurred into streaks of light and shadow, reacting purely by instinct. The canoe was too heavy, too burdensome, each effort required his utmost strength just to barely

Rewards were never as crucial as they were now.

Electroreception sensed the currents, the wind direction, the hull.

Nerve reflexes provided timely responses.

Although the vision was blurred, some images could still be captured, evaded in advance.

Powerful joints withstood all the pressure, bending knees, bracing against the hull.

The maximum oxygen uptake made the body's oxygen-using capability extremely powerful.

The deltoid and bullet muscles pulled across the whole muscle group, struggling valiantly against the force.

Adrenaline surged through the blood.

Breathe, breathe, and breathe again!

Strength coursed through the limbs, pulsing, flowing, and bursting forth.

In the end, let balance take control of everything!

Sprint, sprint, sprint!

Wind, wind everywhere.

Bi Fang felt he had taken flight, not on a boat beneath his feet, but on wind, a mighty wind that swept across the skies, howling over the wilderness!

Nature harbors no doubts, animals and natural forces are forthright, hence survivors must be noble and humble.

From the first pavilion came screams, excitement, agitation, a mix of emotions.

Behind Bi Fang, explosions erupted one after another, raising waves upon waves, as volcanic ash slowly rose, spreading out, the massive mushroom cloud blooming above the sea, awe-inspiring to behold.

As a backdrop, this was undoubtedly the most stunning of the century, second only to the nuclear blast trails of the last century.

But for the small canoe beneath that backdrop, it wasn't so friendly.

The hardest moment had passed, but danger had not receded.

Bi Fang piloted the canoe, struggling against the waves with difficulty.

Offshore, under the sustained influence of the wind, wind waves are formed.

When wind waves grow and leave the windy area due to inertia, they become swells, and as they approach the shore where the water depth steadily decreases, both wavelength and wave speed diminish while the wave height increases.

Because of bottom friction, the waves tilt forward, turn over, and ultimately break into beautiful white surf.

This results in the formation of a distinct break zone near the shore.

Moreover, waves carry a massive amount of seawater to the shore and up high, where kinetic energy drops to zero before falling back, breaking through the break zone, and returning to the sea.

This cycle might appear harmonious and steady, but that's deceptive.

If, at a certain moment, the breaking waves gather too much water due to some disturbance, a strong offshore current will form as it falls back to the open ocean.

If the shoreline has special features, such as sand ridges or sandbars that form narrow depressions or channels between them, an offshore current is inevitable.

In such cases, waves with enough energy overflow the sand ridges or sandbars, enter the depressions and rush onto the beach. These waves are extremely dangerous, with strong undertow that can drag a person straight out to sea.

This might sound terrifying, but offshore currents are just the "least dangerous" of the various hazardous waves.

There are also rogue waves, made up of many hidden wavelets combined. Their interior is complex, with unusual eddies.

Even the best swimmers are helpless within them, just a few waves are enough to cause drowning.

And of all the marine disasters, tsunamis are the undisputed, most dangerous.

They are catastrophic waves caused by sudden underwater movements such as earthquakes, submarine volcano eruptions, or the sudden changes in the seabed from landslides and mudslides.

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When the waves reach a certain height, they are no longer waves, but walls!

Walls that, although made of water, are many times harder than concrete.

To be caught in one is like being caught in a moving wall of concrete, easily ground into mincemeat.

Of course, what Bi Fang was facing at the moment wasn't that dangerous.

It was even questionable whether it could be labeled a tsunami since tsunamis are defined by having exceptionally long wavelengths and periods, and behave like waves of the open ocean.

For an individual, this submarine volcano eruption was undoubtedly a natural disaster, but on the scale of the entire South Pacific, it was really just a "ripple."

Not to mention the land thousands of kilometers away would be completely unaffected.

If it weren't for Bi Fang, this volcanic eruption might only have been a blip on satellite weather records.

The actual speed of a large tsunami strike is comparable to that of a jet fighter—obliterated without any chance to react.

In such a situation, Bi Fang would have had no chance of escape.

Several minutes later, after numerous heart-stopping encounters with the waves, Bi Fang finally broke out of the danger zone completely.

He had escaped the furnace!

The surroundings were no longer scorching; he even had to be careful with every breath.

There was no longer an explosive volcano beneath him, everything was so wonderful.

The audience in the live stream cheered and leaped for joy.

History had been witnessed!

It was a miracle of survival, a human miracle!

Rewards filled the screen.

These were not monetary gifts, but tributes.

Tributes to once again witness the greatness of humanity!

Everyone was willing, even if it was the worst movie, they could unabashedly sell tickets at an inflated price—didn't Bi Fang's live stream deserve this ticket price?

Thirty-six million, eight hundred and forty thousand viewers!

Another piece of history!

The number was still increasing, only because there had not been enough time.

From the first ripples on the water's surface to this moment of escape, not even a quarter of an hour had passed.

If the time had been extended to an hour, what would the situation have been like?

Of course, Bi Fang would have undoubtedly been dead.

The volcanic eruption was brief, but its intensity was much higher than that of a storm!

Now slightly safer, Bi Fang's entire body sent out warnings and moans of pain.

The canoe was not intact, either; many boards at the joints had broken, and one of the three key connecting columns had snapped.

If he had a choice, Bi Fang would rather endure ten storms than experience another submarine volcano eruption.

He rubbed his temples, still in severe pain.

Watching the continuing volcanic eruptions, Bi Fang knew that it was far from over.

The air was still thick with the smell of sulfur, laden with many toxic gases.

Each volcanic eruption had a massive impact on the nearby surroundings.

The impact on nearby wildlife would last a long time and in severe cases could lead to regional extinction of certain species.

Bi Fang soaked the cloth covering his mouth and nose again.

However, merely bending over almost made Bi Fang collapse on the boat.

His muscles were utterly devoid of strength.

He had reached his limit.