Perhaps because Kamar-Taj was also above the snow line in the high mountains, Su Ming had always been rather fond of snow-capped peaks. The black rocks at their feet and the pure white snow at their summits made them look like chocolate sundaes.
Humans had worshipped high mountains since ancient times, and similar beliefs existed all over the world. For example, the famous "Ancient Inca Maiden" mummy might have been a sacrifice offered to a Mountain Deity while she was alive.
China had also once had customs of worshipping Mountain Deities, though generally speaking, rituals involving sacrifices to River Deities were often darker and crueler.
Setting aside all that nonsense, Su Ming observed the course of the mountain range below and quickly found a river that had originated in the mountains.
But looking along the great river, there was nowhere suitable for humans to live. Objects falling from the sky appeared far too frequently throughout this river basin. Forget crude wilderness settlements—even if someone moved in a bunker, this place probably still would not be fit for human habitation.
"Hmm, not this place?" The ape bit down on his pipe and shifted it from the left corner of his mouth to the right. "Looks like there are still too many things falling from the sky here."
"But your line of thinking is right. As long as we keep heading deeper into the mountains, we should find our destination."
Deathstroke, who also had a cigarette in his mouth, gave him affirmation. Although the frequency of falling objects had not decreased dramatically, it had indeed gone down.
If there had previously been a thousand pieces of junk, large and small, falling onto every square kilometer of ground each minute, then above this mountain there were only a little over nine hundred. And