Three days later, the Himalayas.
The Himalayas are the highest mountain range in Huaxia, with peaks rising over 6,000 meters. There are more than forty peaks in this range, the highest of which is Mount Everest, standing at over 8,800 meters—the tallest peak in the world. Countless adventurers have come to the Himalayas over the years, all hoping to conquer Mount Everest, but sadly, most never returned, freezing to death on its slopes. Given its extreme altitude, the Himalayas are bone-chillingly cold; the temperature hovers around minus 50 degrees Celsius year-round. With permanent snow cover and thin oxygen, it is a place beyond human subjugation. Furthermore, there are terrifying legends that creatures from ancient times still survive here, lingering to this day.
Early that morning, a group of five explorers trekked along a mountain path. Leading the group was a remarkably handsome young man. With sword-like eyebrows, star-bright eyes, and long, jet-black hair draping over his shoulders, he looked much like a pop idol from the East. He wore a long robe with his hands clasped behind his back. Whenever the falling snow neared his body by two centimeters, it would automatically bounce away; an observant eye could see a faint shimmer of true energy surrounding him. Moreover, his feet left not a single trace on the snow-covered ground—not even a footprint. This was the legendary "Snow-Treading Technique" known in the martial arts world. He was, quite clearly, a Martial Grandm…
Chapter 47