There were no traces left on the snow. The footprints made by stumbling due to lack of physical strength were once again buried by the heavy snowfall in an instant.
"Immortal Chief! I beg you to accept me as a disciple!"
Under the wind and snow, there is a thin figure, and the thin clothes are in tatters. Even though this is the place closest to the sun within a thousand miles, even though the nine blazing suns surrounding the mountain peaks have broken through the clouds, covering the third person. A ray of sunshine was sent here, bringing a touch of warmth, but it could not resist the coldness on the body.
He was shouting with all his strength, trying to make the people inside hear him and summon him.
The blood seemed to have been frozen. This body was frozen inside and out by ice and snow. At an altitude of 10,000 feet, the air was so thin that it could be said that there was almost no air. It was incredible that he could survive to this day.
He is just a mortal, but he relied on his own perseverance to climb here after hundreds of days and nights.
Here, there is no mountain. According to legend, there is a sacred mountain that does not exist in the world, and there lives an immortal who makes even the current immortal emperors fear him. Even the immortals in the world cannot step in. Only mortals are qualified.
There are those who have the opportunity in the world and encounter this mountain. If they climb to the top of the mountain and kneel at the entrance of the hall for three days and three nights, then they will have the opportunity to be summoned by the immortal and given an opportunity.
Unfortunately, these are all legends, and no one knows whether they are true or false. After all, this sacred mountain called Buding Mountain rarely appears in the world. Even if a mortal encounters it, it is undoubtedly a dream to climb to the top of this 10,000-foot high mountain. I am afraid that no one has been able to reach the top of the mountain in the past. If he insists on going his own way, he will freeze to death on the way.
He remembered that he had seen seven corpses along the way. They were not buried by the wind and snow, but huddled under the rocks. In such an extremely cold environment, the body will not rot over time at all, and it will eventually become an eternal companion in the wind and snow.
He once ran all the way in the open wilderness, and also crossed the turbulent river in a small canoe. For thousands of days and nights, he has been denying himself, but he has found himself in the suffocation and ups and downs.
He knew it. I know that there must be such a place in this world where I can get my wish. Although, that place is only in the legend and in my own heart.
The journey is far away and I don’t know where it is. On this hopeless journey, he faced millions of obstacles, but he still longed for that faint beam of light. The journey is far away and I am wishful thinking, but I see the bright moon illuminating my way home.
Finally, four months ago, in the dark swamp, he suddenly saw changes in the world, auspicious clouds surging, and a peak that was too high to reach the top suddenly appeared in his eyes.
If we say one, it is more appropriate to say that two peaks are dependent on each other, just like the word "top".
Without reaching the top of the mountain, there is no way to go. The mountain peak is as steep as a knife, straight into the sky, so how can you climb it? Only the two feet between the two peaks is possible to climb.
However, with a mortal body and physical strength, how can this two-foot distance serve as support?
This is indeed Buding Mountain. According to legend, Buding is based on two mountain pillars, and the top is the peak. This mountain peak, this mountain body, is not connected, as if someone has spliced these three individuals together, but it has still not fallen down for countless years, so it is called Buding Mountain.
This was the legendary mountain, and he would not admit it. Although there is no way to go up this mountain, I still climb this mountain regardless of the desperate situation.
At a height of ten thousand feet, the support of his back and feet kept moving upward in the three-foot distance. Smooth stone walls, if you are not careful, will you fall into the abyss, and the bones will be difficult to survive.
It's not that he's not afraid of death, he just has a reason to do it. This is the only chance for him. Even if it means death, we must work hard to find and seize this opportunity. He always believed that the dark night would eventually usher in the dawn, and that the cold winter would always be preceded by spring.
Day after day, that thin body climbed towards the top of the mountain step by step with the support of its feet. I don't know why this thin body has such a powerful force. When you are exhausted, eat a mouthful of solid food, lean on it, close your eyes and sleep lightly. Among them, there was also a slide downward, but there was no danger and the fall was stopped.
As you climb higher and higher, the temperature around you becomes lower and lower, and the oxygen you breathe in becomes thinner and thinner.
This is simply impossible, however. ． ． It was as if a miracle had reappeared. Whenever he couldn't hold on anymore, an inexplicable fire would ignite in his heart, dispelling the coldness around him. It gave him strength again and climbed upward. Day after day, day after night, every time it gets dark, I use a copper coin to carve a word on the mountain wall.
This was to write down the date. About three months later, the journey became even more difficult. The surrounding area was frozen solid by ice and snow, but fortunately, when I looked up, I could already see the mountain peak. The three-foot distance gradually became smaller, but fortunately, I could still barely support it.
It was a mountain covered with ice and snow, and there was no life at all. He kept walking in the vast wind and snow, and there was no light, sun or moon. When darkness came, he dug out a snow pit with his hands and buried himself in it.
Perhaps, his coming here is a guide from somewhere. Because he knew that he should have died long ago just by relying on himself.
Finally, the wind and snow were no longer so fierce, and the sun and moon appeared in the sky.
He saw the Taoist temple in the mountain and the wonder of nine rounds of blazing suns in the world.
But, is this really guidance from somewhere? He had been kneeling on the ground for nearly seven days, which was far longer than the rumored three days and three nights of kneeling.
He entered the palace gate from far to near. But he never dared to open the palace door rashly. He was afraid that the immortal would be angry and gave up all hope.
Time passed by day by day, and gradually, his vision became blurred and blurred, and the blood in his body began to have difficulty flowing, and his whole body was like ice.
Darkness came like a tide, cold and suffocating. He could no longer see the light of tomorrow, and the light that had always existed in his heart was slowly shattered in this dark tide.
This form, this shadow, this soul, this dream gradually sank under the turbulence.
However, at this moment, suddenly, a dull sound slowly sounded.
When this voice slowly sounded, the raging black tide began to recede rapidly.
The breeze blows by, and the boundless galaxy tilts in a blur.
He opened his eyes suddenly, and with his last breath, he raised his head and looked forward.
The road ahead is foggy and hazy.
At this glance, this journey was not in vain after all.
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