"Grandpa, why do you want to climb that mountain?" Sometimes, children would voice such heartfelt questions.
"It's so cold up there!"
"Because... the mountain is there. The mark of the Grandmaster is there." The elderly craftsman set out with a backpack on his back, his heart surging with emotion.
The moment he embarked on the journey, he seemed to return to his youth, to those days filled with lofty ambitions.
When enough people believed in something, it became real instead.
History always wove its grand and mysterious tapestry through one coincidence after another.
Like countless tiny streams converging by chance into rivers, eventually rushing toward the boundless sea.
Those seemingly insignificant moments—perhaps someone's casual speech in a classroom, perhaps a fallen leaf swaying in the wind—quietly altered the course of the world amid the torrent of time...
The title "Grandmaster Lu Da" was slowly spreading.
In comparison, the title "Greedy Demon God" was gradually being hidden away.
That was a good thing!
Should I take trips like this more often? Visit a few civilizations? Lu Yuan pondered the question.
In short, the "Greedy Demon God" set out once again.
Lu Yuan spent a day climbing the so-called "Northern Langma" without much effort—or rather, flying up it.
The ecosystem here was too fragile to bear his immense weight. Causing a massive avalanche would be troublesome, so he spent a little money instead.
Standing atop the towering peak was like standing at the top of the world. Pangu Continent spread out beneath his feet like an ink-wash painting.
A sea of clouds churned below, like frozen waves.
The northern currents were like tiny sharp knives, slicing across his skin. Even with the Greedy Demon God's physique, he felt a faint, subtle sting.
The peak currently stood at 21,000 meters.
Nearby glaciers glittered