For the legend of Shambhala to have been passed down for so many years, there must be a source.
It was just that no one knew how to get out.
"If I really can't find it, I can only hope to transform."
Lan Mu sank into his mind and prepared to choose the color of his next transformation in the vast sea of light in the Life Sphere.
However, he suddenly realized that the color of his next transformation had been automatically selected.
"Ah! When the interval comes, it will be automatically selected? Yes, when I couldn't choose before, the transformation was random. "
Lan Mu looked at the automatic selection of yellow and was slightly relieved.
In order to experiment with the meaning of different colors, he had decided to choose a different color for each transformation. When he tried all the colors, he would naturally be able to deduce the meaning.
When he first realized that the color was automatically selected, he thought that this transformation would be a waste. Fortunately, he was lucky and automatically selected yellow. This color had not changed since the Lost Island.
"Let's absorb the energy in the clouds first."
Lan Mu stopped and transformed into a Bi Fang in a hidden place. He soared into the sky and went straight to the clouds that covered the top of Shambhala.
Above the clouds was still a "wall," like a dome, covering the land.
"This is the real square sky and square earth …"
Lan Mu sensed the foreign energy. He floated in the clouds and felt the rich energy contained in the clouds.
The Life Sphere rotated on its own and quickly absorbed the energy.
The amount of energy it contained was about the same as Shennongjia.
This was the first time he had found a foreign energy that was integrated into non-plants.
The first few times, it was integrated into plants like banyan trees, bamboo, and oak trees. This time, it was the clouds. It was integrated with water vapor and fell with the rain, nourishing the land of Shambhala.
"There seem to be many kinds of foreign energy, but no matter what, I can only choose to integrate it into the Life Sphere. The power of transformation is my foundation."
Lan Mu hovered above the clouds and used his mind power to check the clouds inch by inch, looking for possible exits.
Five days had passed, and he did not find any suspicious places in the sky. The whole of Shambhala was a closed world.
However, after the energy was replenished, the Life Sphere's mandatory period was shortened by three hours, and Lan Mu found that he could roughly detect the interval between transformations.
This was another additional function. In the future, he would be able to know when he would transform!
"Two more days?"
"Most transformations have a seven-day interval, right? Only a few powerful ones can exceed seven days. "
Lan Mu soared in the sky, his spiritual power sweeping through all the details.
Whether it was in the depths of the snowy mountains, in the towns, between the temples, or the vast fields and grasslands.
There were no signs of exits. This small world with a diameter of one hundred kilometers was like a cage, trapping everyone inside. They could only enter but not exit.
"It can't be …"
Landing on a certain snowy mountain, Lan Mu transformed into a Flame Demon. Instantly, all of the surrounding snow melted and evaporated.
Boom!
He raised his fist and smashed it on the barrier behind the snowy mountain. This invisible and chaotic barrier was incomparably tough and did not budge at all.
"My punch weighs at least a few dozen tons, but it can't even shake the edge of this world."
Lan Mu casually threw a few more punches and simply gave up.
In fact, he did not use his full strength. If he really exploded, the escaping flames would probably destroy this snowy mountain and even spread to the grasslands.
After testing the sturdiness of the barrier, he estimated that even if he used all his strength, he would not be able to break the border of Shambhala.
In fact, he did not dare to break it. In novels, it was often said that outside the World Crystal Wall was a chaotic Void World. What if he broke it and drifted in the Void World and could not return?
"Before I have a 100% chance of transforming, I'd better not take the risk."
…
On a certain snowy mountain, Fang Moqi and the others lived in a temple. They took turns to guard the path up the mountain and easily blocked the attack of the Shambhala people.
"Hey, these people are really cowards!" The blonde man sat on the snow and mocked the Shambhala people at the foot of the mountain.
The Indian man also said, "They're just shouting that they want to imprison us for life. That's ridiculous. They don't even dare to kill."
Rayleigh also thought it was a little funny. Although the Shambhala people were rioting, they were still too naive.
At first, they were shocked by the hostility of the Shambhala people towards them, but now they did not care at all. This group of people was like a blank piece of paper. How could they win against people who had experienced a lot in the outside world?
The Shambhala people only knew how to block the road and had no imagination at all. The snowy mountain was so big, could they not open up a new road?
Rayleigh and the others only blocked the road, and the Shambhala people were helpless.
"Hey? Isn't that Shugman's friend? "Someone pointed at the foot of the mountain and exclaimed.
Everyone looked over and saw a young man running quickly. His body lightly jumped among the rocks, and in a few jumps, he climbed up the snowy mountain.
"Go and call Shugman over!" Rayleigh shouted.
After a while, Fang Moqi ran out of the temple and shouted with a smile when he saw the young man climbing up the mountain.
"Brother Lan!"
Lan Mu smiled and did a 360-degree somersault in the air and landed steadily in front of everyone.
He had become more and more proficient in the jumping and running of the elves. He sprinted all the way and climbed up the mountain easily.
"Where have you been? I knew you must be in Shambhala too! "Fang Moqi patted Lan Mu and laughed.
Lan Mu shrugged and said, "I've been looking for the exit."
Rayleigh saw the clothes that Lan Mu was wearing and asked, "You went to the palace too?"
Lan Mu looked down and saw that he was wearing the casual clothes of the King that he found in the palace.
"Yes, I noticed the movement in the palace and went to look for it. Unfortunately, when I arrived, there was no one there."
Rayleigh asked again, "Were you the one who saved us in the palace?"
Lan Mu tilted his head and said, "What?"
Rayleigh and the others saw that Lan Mu was playing dumb and asked curiously, "We all thought that it must be you who saved them. Shugman also said that his friend was very powerful … Mr. Lan, tell us, how did you control the iron?"
Lan Mu rolled his eyes and said, "What are you talking about? Control iron? Are you talking about myths? "
After that, he glanced at Fang Moqi.
Fang Moqi smiled meaningfully and said to Rayleigh, "Of course Brother Lan is powerful, but it's impossible for him to know magic. Rayleigh, the person who saved us should still be hiding in Shambhala. You know, Shambhala itself is full of mysteries, so it's not surprising that someone with such magical power would be there. "
Rayleigh and the others nodded in disappointment. They were just suspicious, but after seeing the magical power that could be controlled out of thin air, they were curious. So, when they saw Lan Mu jump up the mountain so easily, they deliberately tried to get some information out of him.
Then they were excited again. Since entering Shambhala, they had experienced all kinds of wonderful journeys.
Temples that traveled between worlds, beautiful and rich countries, half-human and half-lotus women, guards that were born after death, powerful and strange stone monsters, magical iron that could fly out of thin air …
This place was filled with incredulity. To these explorers, this journey was already close to perfect. They only needed to find the exit and leave this place. Then, they would write about their experiences and spread it all over the world. When the time came, they would definitely become legends in the exploration world.
"Lan Mu, we are studying the temples here. We think that the way to leave Shambhala is hidden in these eight temples."
Fang Moqi led Lan Mu into the temple. Lan Mu listened to him and laughed in his heart. These eight temples were ordinary. Even the Treasure-hunting Mouse could not sense anything strange about them. It was enough to show that they were not the exit.
Lan Mu knew that everyone came in through the temple on the snowy mountain outside. Since that was the entrance, it naturally made people think that the temple in Shambhala was the exit.
However, there was only one temple that belonged to an anomaly, and it was on Earth.
Fang Moqi and the others did not know about this, and they were still studying these temples.
Mr. Charlie pointed to the golden eagle and said, "I have been to the temple many times, and I found that the people here do not worship eagles. There are no eagles in the whole of Shambhala. However, whether it is the temples outside or here, they all worship the divine eagle."
"I suspect that there used to be divine eagles in Shambhala, but for some reason, they went extinct."
Rayleigh followed and said, "You mean the divine eagle will take us out? But in the past few hundred years, no one has left Shambhala, and there are no divine eagles here … Oh my god! You think that because of the extinction of the divine eagle, the way out of Shambhala has disappeared forever? This is so hopeless! "
This was indeed a hopeless guess. Everyone instinctively rejected this idea and continued to study various Tibetan languages and drawings.
Looking at their various guesses about the exit, Lan Mu was absent-minded.
The temple was not an anomaly, and it was useless to study it to death.
In two days, they had found every temple on the snowy mountain. When they went down the mountain, they were always blocked by the Shambhala people.
Of course, with their skills, the Shambhala people could not do anything to them.
They had been to every temple and tested every place. There were no traps, no secret passages, and no magical teleportation.
Despair shrouded everyone, except for Lan Mu.
Seeing that they were all resigned to their fate, Lan Mu could not help but say, "Everyone, I think it is pointless for us to keep searching like this. Why don't we establish communication with the Shambhala people? Maybe they can provide us with useful clues."
"But they are in a mess now. They don't do anything and just want to catch us …" Rayleigh said.
Lan Mu smiled and said, "They have no order. Can't we establish order for them?"
"Now that Shambhala is in chaos, instead of being in a stalemate, it is better to stabilize Shambhala first. Anyway, as long as there is a little bit of order, the environment of Shambhala is enough for everyone to live a good life. "
Everyone looked at each other and realized that it was indeed necessary to communicate with the Shambhala people.
So Charlie, Rayleigh, and the others went down the mountain to contact the Shambhala people. One wanted to establish a constitutional monarchy, and the other wanted to hold a referendum.
Lan Mu did not care about how they stabilized Shambhala. He just wanted to send them away.
At this moment, only Fang Moqi was by his side.
"Lan Mu, the person who saved us in the palace was you, right?" Fang Moqi asked with a smile.
Lan Mu was expressionless and asked, "Why are you so sure?"
Fang Moqi said, "Intuition!"
"…" Lan Mu was speechless.
After thinking about it, he decided to turn Fang Moqi into a member of the Blue and White Society.
So he nodded and admitted it.
Fang Moqi asked excitedly, "How did you do it? You can control the metal out of thin air! "
Lan Mu pursed his lips. With a thought, nine pieces of Bastet Metal floated up, each of them in the shape of a shuttle, floating around him.
Fang Moqi hurriedly dodged and curiously reached out to touch the Bastet Metal. He felt that it was cold and hard.
"That's how I did it. These are called Bastet Metal, a type of anomaly. You can control it with your spiritual power. If you practice more, you might be able to use it too. "Lan Mu smiled.
Fang Moqi's eyes lit up and he said in surprise, "I can use it too? There are no conditions? I thought you used your inner strength to control it. "
"Inner strength …" Lan Mu wanted to complain that he did not have any inner strength, but he controlled himself and smiled. "There is no need to go through so much trouble. This is related to your will."
"Why don't you try?"
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