He knew that these people were all losers who chose to jump over the surface of the glacier, and they might have companions, but they could only watch helplessly as they fell into the cracks, dazed, and gloomy.

It seems that those people did not die immediately, but were stuck in cracks tens or even hundreds of meters deep, they struggled but could not move, they shouted but there was no response, finally, they were hoarse, their bodies were numb from the cold, unconscious, unconscious.

Their corpses turned into ice sculptures of despair, and their cries turned into the screams of the wind.

In the end, it became a work of art in this glacier, and even the soul was imprisoned in this world of ice and snow.

The whole huge glacier has been moving slowly, and the corpses of those who unfortunately fall into the ice crevasses often take ten or twenty years or more to move out of the glacier and be discovered, and the bones of countless adventurers are hidden in the Himalayas.

And what about these people? These people who are stuck in the glacier, how long have they been here? Ten years, twenty years? I'm afraid that in another hundred years, they will not be able to see the light of day again, and they can only become permanent toys of the great glacier!

Unexpectedly, there were hanging corpses further on, and with the movement of the glacier, some of the corpses had broken out of the cracks and hung upside down on top of everyone's heads in a head-to-foot position, as if they would fall down at any time.

The desperate faces brought the team members a little more tremor than the hideous and terrifying ghost faces.

On the left side, two ice walls collapsed and squeezed together, and the hanging corpses inside were almost as tall as everyone else, and the flags and emblems on their clothes could be clearly recognized, including Russians, British, Americans, and one other, without any signs, but judging from his drooping position and clothing, he had fallen into the ice crack a long time ago.

When Muge passed by the corpse, he was attracted by the calmness and calmness shown by the corpse, and couldn't help but take a second look.

He was a middle-aged blonde man with a resolute face, a straight body, eyes slightly open, and strong muscular lines outlined under the thin clothing.

The corpse's gloves were completely worn out—the palms of his hands were bare, and the flesh was blurred, and it appeared that the man was trying to climb the ice rock with his bare hands, and there were thick calluses on the index finger of his right hand and the inner edge of his palm, which, out of professional sensitivity, Muge knew, was the hand with a gun.

Looking at the man's assembly again, it is completely an ordinary old-time Tibetan suit, which is very eye-catching among the corpses of many climbers wearing mountaineering suits, but the backpack is special, although it has been slightly changed, but it is still generally not out of the category of military backpacks.

Suddenly, under the corpse of the glacier that had just moved, a cross fell out.

"The Nazi gods!" Zhuo Lei couldn't help but cry out. Obviously, the cross was worn close to the body, but it was hanging and falling off because the body was hanging upside down, and it is very likely that this person was part of Hitler's task force sent to Tibet to find Shambhala.

After abandoning him, the group continued to walk, and when they reached the main crack, the hanging corpses gradually decreased, and only one was occasionally found every hundred steps, but those corpses were much more terrifying than those seen before, most of them lacked arms and legs, or their chests and abdomen were broken, and their intestines were rotten, as if they had been torn and bitten by something.

He hadn't taken two steps before suddenly a corpse broke free from the crack and slid several meters, but the head was right in front of Mulate.

The terrible face seemed to be a pumpkin that had been flattened by a hammer, its facial features were squeezed into a cake, the flesh and blood were blurred and frozen, and the pieces of ice blood were like smashed tempered glass, and the disgust was incomprehensible.

But no one expected that Mu Ge took out a Tibetan knife and cut off his limbs, with a cruel smile coming out of his mouth: "We don't have much food, you should feel honored to be the last dish."

Although many years had passed, he had remained frozen in the ice, and his flesh had not changed color at all.

Lao Su looked at the blade into his mouth and licked ~ licking the wooden grid, and only felt an indescribable chill.

Finally, the sky in front of them widened, and they emerged from under the cracks in the ice, and in front of them were collapsed icicles, which stretched into a small white slope, and in this dim light, the ice towers with the continuous ridges of the beasts looked like a white tomb with no end in sight.

The large cemetery shrouded in a faint mist, the wild wind howling, the cold ice frozen, people can't help but wonder, is this one of the legendary snow-capped mountain wonders of the ice tower?

Although the ice tower at this time looks desolate and deserted, like the lonely grave in the novel of the gods, everyone thinks that it is still much better than under the ice cracks, at least there is no danger overhead.

But after walking not far in the ice tower forest area, Master Ula frowned, and shouted to everyone, only to see that there seemed to be a monster in front of the shadow of a gray patch, it was difficult to distinguish between true and false, and the air exhaled by everyone condensed into white smoke around the body, becoming more and more solemn, and the mountain fog in the distance was like a huge monster, quietly swallowing the entire ice tower forest into the belly.

However, there was no movement around, everyone listened attentively, and even the sound of the wind seemed to be much quieter, and the ice tower monster under the fog cage in the distance seemed to be resurrected, squirming towards them in a strange way, but when they looked closely, there was no movement.

Listen more closely, the sound of falling ice chips, the sound of the wind screeching, and besides, the only sound of your own breathing.

It was a stalemate for about a minute, and it seemed so long, and there was no sweat on the zipline and through the ice tower, but everyone was sweating finely.

Suddenly, the earth trembled slightly, and the top of the ice tower beside them shook, and countless ice chips fell, as if something had run away from the front.

The group continued to move forward, and when they reached the place where they should have arrived a minute earlier, they saw a row of footprints on the ground, quite like human feet, but huge in shape.

Mu Ge put his feet in the human footprints, which were more than twice the size of his own footprints, and the distance between each two footprints was even more amazing, which was his five paces away.

Zhuo Lei urged beside him: "Don't care about any demons and monsters, leaving here is the king."

Walk through a long tunnel of ice and push open a door that has been silent for a long time.

On the other side of the gate, it seems like another world.

Climbing up a small dirt slope, under the telescope, the first thing that comes into view is a palace-like building that looks like a temple, a white splendid palace, bathed in the silver moonlight, getting closer, and becoming taller and taller.

The crowd slowed down, lest the sound beneath their feet startle the giant, who had been sleeping for a thousand years, and as the slope of the earth gradually rose, the building that appeared before them became more and more exciting, the temple was built on the shoulders of a larger building, a huge white stepped pyramid-like structure.

It stood there silently, towering and majestic, like a hill, and from the bottom of the tower there was a steep stone step leading to the temple at the top of the tower, which was overgrown with weeds and shrubs, and several places had collapsed.

There are huge serpentine sculptures on all sides of the pyramid, they are so lifelike, the snake shadow seems to circle and twist around the pyramid through the bright moonlight.

Further up, you can see more, on the left and right sides of the huge pyramid, there is a smaller pyramid, one with a high tip in the shape of a cone, and the other at the top of the tower has a dome structure that looks like a modern astronomical observatory.

Finally, when they climbed to the top of the slope and stood on the edge of the hillside, the magnificent figure of Bai Cheng was completely displayed in front of them, at that moment, time seemed to freeze, breathing had stopped, the air around them no longer flowed, and everything could only be described as a miracle.

Standing on the edge of the mountain wall, hundreds of white buildings are in full view, countless temples, palaces, athletic squares, stone pillars of the year, each building is exquisite, those are flawless works of art, they are scattered in the shade of the trees, but the shade of the trees can not block their light at all, and the dust on the ruins cannot hide the once glorious history; The weeds on the ruins tell of an incomparably splendid civilization.

If there really is a Garden of Eden in this world, then what you see in front of you is it.

In front of their eyes, the surrounding land suddenly sunken down, forming a fertile plain, the waterfall hangs high on the rock wall, like mercury in the soft moonlight, and like a white horse hanging lightly, the starry sky above the sky is like a jewel on the canopy, and the moving music in the dark night is like the singing of a white crane.

The white stone pillars are scattered in the depths of the woods, the huge statues are vivid, the golden palaces are reverie, the solemn and sacred temples are awe-inspiring, just looking at it from a distance, you can feel a shock from the depths of your heart, the ancient lost civilization, a nation full of wisdom, they left it all behind.

Zhuo Lei sighed that although the climate here is higher than that of the previous Crystal Palace, after all, it is at the foot of the Himalayas, and after thousands of years of reproduction, the former elephant city has become a white city.

According to legend, when the Ghost Clan conquered the central region of the plateau and annexed most of the Mu tribes, some of the Mu people fled westward.

After much hardship, they reached the western hinterland of the plateau, crossed the Gangdis Mountains and stopped.

Because of the Gangdis as a barrier, they felt safe and settled.

This place was later known as the Dome Silver.

In the first years of their arrival at the Vault Silver, they supported the old and the young, and the fatigue and fatigue of the rush lingered in their hearts for many years, and the cattle, sheep, horses, and mastiffs that accompanied them were also reluctantly reeling from watching their companions fall miserably along the way.

In addition, they are often harassed by some indigenous tribes and attacked by wild animals.

But after the initial period of adaptation, the Mu people slowly began to show their original endowments, namely intelligence, determination and a desire to conquer in their bones.

The bare, rolling earthy hills of the dome were no longer suitable for the shallow cave huts they were accustomed to building.