The higher the altitude, the thinner the air, the colder the air, and the worse the climate.
For ordinary people, when crossing the Himalayas and entering more than 6,000 meters above sea level, they need to wear professional mountaineering equipment, including oxygen cylinders and so on. Without these things, with human physical fitness, there is no way to conquer the world's highest peak.
But for others, this matter is not so difficult. In fact, they will feel that this is not difficult at all.
"Humph!"
Saber, wearing a long black trench coat, carrying a wooden box on his back, and a cigar in the corner of his mouth, strolled through a white mountain peak. He was also humming a strange song, walking and stopping all the way, and occasionally catching some small animals living in this place to satisfy his cravings.
The battle between the Heavenly Sword Bureau and the Shadow Warriors two nights ago ended 15 minutes after it started. The Seventh Action Group led by Mr. Quan had lost one of their companions. Therefore, they were extremely ruthless in their attacks. They were practically unstoppable as they advanced forward. The Shadow Warriors might be the Grim Reaper that ordinary people could not fight against. However, when faced with these real fiends, they were no different from ordinary people.
However, Saber noticed something strange.
"Speaking of which, how can there be no one in the Shadow Dancer Alliance who can fight?"
Saber snorted to himself, "They must have been transferred early. What Old Quan and the others destroyed was just an empty shell … Tsk tsk, losing more than 500 people at once, that's a big deal."
He looked around and it was all white. He was already in the deepest part of the snow mountain, but Ancient One definitely didn't want him to climb all the way to the top of this mountain, and Kamar-Taj couldn't be at the top of the mountain, so he had to find it.
But how difficult would it be to find a place to hide in a place that was unfamiliar to them?
He has been in this valley for two days, but he hasn't seen anything.
"Well, it seems that I have to use some unconventional means!"
He threw away the cigarette butt, pulled out a dagger from his boot, and threw it into the sky randomly. When it fell, the blade of the dagger pointed in one direction. "Well … very good, let's go that way."
Saber continued to move forward. Other than the sound of the wind, there was no other sound. In less than two minutes, the footprints he left behind were covered by the never-ending snowflakes. It was as if no one had ever been here.
While Saber was wandering aimlessly in the mountains, Strange's encounter was actually similar.
The poor surgeon had to carry his own backpack and trudge through the cold snow as well. However, he was much luckier than Seiber. Modu had given him a map, which at least gave him a direction to move forward.
Strange didn't have an abnormal physique like Saber. He wore almost all the clothes that could keep him warm. In the whistling wind and snow, he walked step by step towards the place where the wind and snow were the densest.
"Soul … Soul, there really is one. Unbelievable."
The former surgeon's face was a little bad. The soul of an ordinary person leaving the body means death. With the "help" of Ancient One, Strange also experienced the feeling of death. When his soul floated in the air, he could feel everything around him, the changes of everything, and the details that he would never notice.
Of course, the experience of being sucked into the channel of the Soul World was definitely not friendly.
It was probably the arrangement of Ancient One. In short, Strange's soul traveled in at least 7 different dimensions within 10 minutes. In addition to the endless starry sky of the material world, he also went to the colorful Source Dimension, a dead land of death and despair, the Nine Realms shining with light and glory, the Endless Hell full of flames and torture, and Mountain Paradise surrounded by warm holy light.
It wasn't an exaggeration to say that those 10 minutes of experience was something that 99% of ordinary people wouldn't be able to experience, whether they were alive or dead. From this point alone, Strange was indeed one of the few talented individuals. At the very least, his soul was tough enough to endure the pain of being separated from his body.
Strange's mind is now in a mess. This is normal. He is experiencing the process of rebuilding his worldview after the disaster. It is understandable that he is fragile. His mind is now full of the words that Ancient One said after his soul returned.
"The material world is only the most basic of real existence. All your cognition is based on a superficial understanding of the material world. What is real? What is real existence? These need to be slowly explored by you, and the foundation of all this is that you first understand the existence of Soul Force … "
The surgeon couldn't help but reach out and look at his trembling hands, wrapping cloth around them to ensure that they would not be frostbitten. The obscure feeling of a little movement reminded him that these hands were seriously injured. Before he pursued Kamar-Taj, he had tried almost all the mature and immature treatment methods in the world, but they were all useless.
In fact, in addition to Kamar-Taj, Strange had another choice. It was a mysterious invitation from an even more mysterious organization. They claimed that they could use cell regeneration technology to heal Strange's hands, but the condition was that Strange had to serve them until the end of his life.
From that strong self-confidence, Strange felt their confidence, but the voice in his heart told him that those people were not trustworthy, the organization that called itself A.I.M was not trustworthy! What's more, to give up his freedom of self, this was simply unbearable for people like Strange.
So he finally came here to find Kamar-Taj, even if he was more inclined to use technological means than mysticism.
"You must first believe in the existence of Soul Force before it is possible to heal yourself, Strange, the moment you believe in the existence of Soul Force, Kamar-Taj will open the door for you."
That's what the Ancient One said to him. After that unimaginable journey, Strange had to believe it all. He raised his head and took a deep breath. He thought of himself in the past, the person who would not bow his head to any power in the world.
It was like a silhouette from his previous life.
"For real power, you have to fear … Awe, that's what it means, right?"
Strange muttered to himself in the wind and snow. He knelt on the ground, holding his hands in the cold snow. For the first time in his life, he prayed with all his body and mind, but not to a certain god, but a kind of kneeling to the power of a higher existence.
Only by shedding her original self could she get a brand new beginning … The Ancient One never needed mortals to kneel down and worship her. What she needed was Strange's reverence for the soul itself. Because this person was different from ordinary people, the line of fate on his body was too complicated, so complicated that it made the Ancient One sigh.
The moment Strange's forehead touched the cold ground, a mirage like a light opened in the snow in front of him. He looked up and saw the road hidden in the mountains, winding up and eventually leading to the city on the top of the mountain.
A real city, lying at the top of the world, across thousands of abysses, the beginning and end of the world's magic and witchcraft power.
That was Kamar-Taj, the Land of the Holy Spirit hidden in the world.
On the other side, Saber sat in the middle of the snow in a daze. In a snow-white land, this black figure was so conspicuous that it was unforgettable. The wooden box was placed beside his hand, and he sat there cross-legged, letting the snowflakes hit his shoulders, his head, and his body.
People like him disdained to kneel and worship some existences, even the strongest person in the world. This did not conflict with survival, but the bottom line in his heart could not be crossed. He was stubborn, stubborn, and stubborn, just like a wild bull.
Saber was thinking about a very important question at this time.
How should Kamar-Taj go?
He repeatedly recalled the scene of his first meeting with Ancient One. He could feel that in that conversation, Ancient One had already told him the trick.
"Make good use of my eyes?"
Saber reached out and touched his eyes. He took a deep breath. His dark red eyes and the ring of flame in his eyes lit up. The world in front of him separated in his eyes, clearer and brighter, and even the shape of each snowflake could be seen in his eyes … But other than that, it was exactly the same as the scene he had used many times before. There was nothing else.
There was no path to Kamar-Taj, nor was there any mirage that he was looking forward to, nor was there a road sign in the sky. There was nothing!
"Fuck!"
Saber punched the ground fiercely, smashing a hole in the hard frozen soil. He grabbed the wooden box and planned to grab something to fill his stomach, but at the moment he turned around, a phantom floated past the corner of his eye, making his body stop in place. He slowly turned his head, and there was nothing in the snowflakes behind him … No, it was not empty.
Saber's pupils turned rapidly, constantly expanding and shrinking, like a camera lens, trying to capture something. After trying for five minutes, the scenery in front of him became blurred, but it really allowed him to see the existence of the snowflakes in the air clearly.
There was something there, a phantom floating forward on the ground one after another. Their bodies were transparent, like jellyfish suspended in the air, and if one did not pay attention, they would be missed. They floated forward in the air at an extremely fast speed, and they floated deeper into the snowfield.
"That's … that's a soul! It looks like the Shadow Dancer's group! "
Saber's eyes blinked and returned to their original state, and there was a smile on his face.
"So that's it? So, as long as I can grasp the direction of the soul, I can eventually find Kamar-Taj? It's that simple? "
No one answered him. Saber shrugged, carried the wooden box behind him, put the last cigarette in his mouth, and lit it. "Fufu … haha, it seems that it's that simple!"
He happily followed the direction of the soul towards the depths of the snowfield. Saber is not an ordinary person like Strange. He is a part of the mysterious power of this world, so Ancient One doesn't need to take him to know the truth of this world. She only needs to guide Saber to better use his own power.
Saber. Hawk, Stephen. Strange, these two are completely different people, representing two completely different choices and paths, manipulation and learning. Kamar-Taj has never been a simple place for healing, it is a symbol of awe or fear for all people in the world who come into contact with magic.
At the edge of the valley where the Land of the Holy Spirit existed, there was a stone bridge that spanned across the endless abyss below. It was like a work of God, standing tall on both sides of the abyss, as if it was the only way to enter the mysterious world from the present world. At the end of the bridge, there was a thick and heavy mahogany door that was five meters tall, just like the gate of a real castle in the middle ages.
Seiber strode through the swirling icy mist and saw the steep bridge. In front of the gate, a person who was almost frozen stiff was lying on the ground, breathing with difficulty. He was trying to knock on the knocker of the gate, but he was so weak that he didn't even have the strength to stand up. It was Strange.
Crossing the snowfield and iceberg that are fatal to ordinary people, his eyebrows, breathing, and face are covered with thick frost. This is the ordinary person who has also crossed the obstacles of the real world and the illusory world and really stepped into this world. He is only one step away from the final answer.
Saber glanced at him, reached out and held the door knocker of the gate, grabbed Strange's clothes with the other hand, and lifted him from the ground. The latter looked at Saber gratefully and struggled to put his left hand on the door knocker.
"Bang"
The door was knocked, like a low bell, and after a moment, it spread throughout the sky and the earth. The door was opened, and a fat man wearing a black exercise suit and a chic gem pendant opened the door. He glanced at Saber and Strange and reached out his hand to make a "please" gesture.
"Welcome to … Kamar-Taj!"
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