January 1, 2038, Shangri-La Snow Mountain.
Ever since the team that entered the mountains discovered Lin Jue's corpse on the mountain, the Eerie Investigation Bureau had roughly pieced together the beginning and end of the gamble Lin Jue had undertaken alone.
No one knew what method Lin Jue had used to earn the Ancestral God's trust and receive supreme authority from its hands. He had then used the Godslaying Sword to kill himself, the newly appointed Ancestral God, trading the highest level of godfall for the revival of the entire world.
The unknown had become known, and the Eerie Investigation Bureau finally relaxed slightly. Still, they did not dare stop exploring the snow mountain, afraid that one day a crack would split open on its slopes and the eerie beings forced back underground would crawl into reality once more.
More and more teams entered the snow mountain, gradually clearing out many camps suitable for rest. After a year and a half of settling, the wind and snow that had once blocked the way also eased slightly. The Eerie Investigation Bureau's concerns now seemed like needless anxiety.
The snow mountain expedition gradually changed from a suicide squad into a tool for the higher-ups to siphon off funding. Some fearless climbers and guides even continued planning ascents to the summit. The Eerie Investigation Bureau made a token effort to dissuade them a few times, then left them to it.
"Brother Lin, do you have anything planned for this afternoon? Need us to lend a hand?" At the Eerie Investigation Bureau's mid-mountain camp, a young man in an orange outdoor jacket smiled and patted Lin Chen on the shoulder.
Lin Chen turned and smiled at him, shaking his head. "Nothing planned. Everyone can rest here and do whatever they want."
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