People were moved by their self-awareness.
When breathtaking sights that defied common sense appeared before their eyes, their understanding of the world was unconsciously shaken, filling them with awe and excitement.
In his previous life, there had been countless mountaineering enthusiasts. But why did they love climbing mountains? Why were they even willing to gamble with their lives just to reach the world's highest peak?
Although climbing the world's highest mountain now only required money and training, and was far less dangerous than before, what about back then?
The corpses that had fallen along the way for countless reasons had never dampened people's enthusiasm.
Along the way, they would encounter all kinds of difficulties. Low temperatures and oxygen deprivation were unavoidable, while complex terrain, ice, snow, and violent winds were as unpredictable as a fickle woman.
Not to mention altitude sickness, supplies, psychological pressure, and a whole host of other problems.
Even though safety stations had been set up all along the route, there were still quite a few corpses buried there.
Some bodies were difficult to retrieve because of their bizarre locations, and most of them had belonged to mountaineers who had died on the journey for one reason or another.
Yet people had never been defeated by such hardships. Everyone who chose to climb it had only one goal, leaving behind nothing but the most primal desire: conquer it, then survive!
And at the moment one reached the summit, the view before their eyes and the feeling of conquest would become something they could never forget for the rest of their life. Whenever they recalled it, their whole body would tremble as they remembered that emotion.
And now, Dawn had reached the white sea floating high in the sky.
Within that white ocean, countless forms of life survived.