Over the next few days, Luo Yan and the others traveled west, gradually venturing deeper into this ancient land.
Along the way, they passed various lakes.
The lakes, both large and small, were scattered like stars across the land.
Here, every lake was shrouded in a veil of mystery.
Especially those with snow-capped mountains beside them—they were given the title of "Sacred."
Namtso and Zhari Namtso were examples of this.
Every Sacred Lake had a mysterious legend.
The guide Zaxi knew these legends by heart. Whenever they passed a Sacred Lake, he would introduce it to Luo Yan and the others.
With such a guide, the journey was at least not too dull.
As the altitude rose, Luo Yan's group began entering the plateau.
Local residents like Zaxi were fine, but for people like Luo Yan, who lived in the plains, entering the plateau required some adjustment.
Cultivators like Luo Yan were naturally unaffected by altitude sickness, but the accompanying personnel were not so fortunate. The scholars in particular were not very physically robust to begin with. Now that they had entered the plateau, they all had to wear oxygen bottles to avoid developing altitude sickness.
Zaxi also had them drink some cold medicine at night. He said that catching a cold on the plateau could be fatal, which made the scholars nod repeatedly, not daring to be careless.
Because of its high altitude, the plateau's sunlight was far harsher than that of the plains.
Without protection, just sitting in the sun for a while on the plateau would leave one's skin red and itchy.
The sky was so blue it seemed water might drip from it. There wasn't a cloud for thousands of miles, and the sunlight shone everywhere, filling Luo Yan and the others with delight.
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