deltrittennovels Chapter 678 The Strangeness of the Dao-Merging Flower
Chapter 678 The Strangeness of the Dao-Merging Flower
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A violent blizzard had just swept across the snow-capped peak. Above this silver-clad summit, which resembled a pure white hell, the void trembled slightly, and Lin Hanzhou's figure appeared silently.
His thin, dark imperial robe fluttered in the strong wind, but his expression remained calm and composed.
The extremely cold air currents that could instantly freeze mortals into ice sculptures were quietly dissolved by the imperial aura naturally emanating from his body the moment they approached within three feet of his body, turning into gentle breezes that brushed against his cheeks.
He didn't need to consciously circulate his magic power; the instincts of this great emperor's body alone were enough for him to fall asleep peacefully in the harshest environment in the universe.
As soon as Lin Hanzhou appeared, his gaze followed the golden thread that only he could see and went straight to the snow not far ahead.
About ten steps away from him, beneath a sheltered ice rock.
On a seemingly ordinary patch of snow, an extremely strange flower was quietly growing!
The flower wasn't very big; including the stem, it was only about a foot tall.
Its entire body is a dazzling, brilliant gold, with nine petals, each petal seemingly sculpted from the most perfect gold in the world, radiating a mesmerizing, sacred glow.
It's such a striking color; on this snow-capped mountain peak where everything is either white or gray-black, it should be as eye-catching as a searchlight in the night.
However, when Lin Hanzhou looked closely, he was shocked to find that this golden flower exuded an "eerie feeling" that was hard to describe.
It seems as if it doesn't exist in this current time and space!
Its light was dazzling, but it could not penetrate the surrounding air.
Although its colors are vibrant, they seem to achieve a wonderful, conceptual "perfect fusion" with the entire snow-white environment.
It's like a pattern painted on a canvas; although the colors are different, they are all one with respect to the canvas itself.
If it weren't for the clear guidance of the golden thread from the system, which forcefully "stripped" its existence out of Lin Hanzhou's vision, even Lin Hanzhou would probably have subconsciously ignored it when he first glanced at the snowfield, treating it as just ordinary snow reflecting sunlight.
"This is... the Harmony Flower?"
Lin Hanzhou narrowed his eyes slightly, preparing to step forward and examine it carefully.
But just then, his ears twitched slightly, and his keen hearing caught a heavy, labored breathing sound mixed with the howling wind.
Someone is coming.
Lin Hanzhou's heart stirred, just as he wanted to confirm a thought in his mind.
Instead of immediately picking the Dao-harmonizing flower, he changed his mind and directly used a concealment technique.
Immediately, his figure merged completely with the surrounding void, and all traces of his presence vanished.
About half an incense stick's time had passed.
From the edge of the steep, almost vertical ice wall below the snow-capped peak, two mountaineering boots with thick, non-slip crampons sank deep into the hard ice.
Immediately afterwards, two ordinary people, wrapped up like rice dumplings and wearing thick, bright orange one-piece winter suits, climbed to the summit of the snow-capped mountain with difficulty, step by step, connected by a main climbing rope.
These are two ordinary human mountaineers from this planet.
They carried heavy oxygen cylinders on their backs, and wore windproof goggles and thick oxygen masks on their faces.
It was clear that the edges of their goggles were covered with white frost, and with each breath, a thick white mist would spray out of the exhaust valve of their oxygen masks, which would then be instantly frozen into ice shards by the gale.
Their physical abilities had clearly reached some kind of limit, and their legs were shaking uncontrollably.
But when they were certain that they had reached the very top of the planet's highest peak, their bodies jolted, and their eyes behind their goggles burst forth with undisguised ecstasy and excitement.
"ah--!!"
"We did it! We reached the summit!!!"
The two excitedly threw down their ice axes and embraced each other in the wind and snow, letting out a muffled but hysterical cheer through their oxygen masks.
They may have prepared for this moment for years, enduring countless life-or-death trials. The glory of this moment is enough for them to remember for a lifetime.
After celebrating for a moment, one of the hikers took off his backpack and carefully took out a small flag representing their country and a digital camera encased in a thermal shell.
Another hiker, holding a flag, excitedly searched for the best angle to take photos on the snow-capped peak.
Lin Hanzhou, hidden to the side, quietly watched these two lives, which seemed as fragile as ants in his eyes, yet were full of a kind of resilience unique to mortals, like a high-dimensional god looking down on the joys and sorrows of the mortal world.
He was wondering whether these two mortals would discover the Dao-Merging Flower that was so close at hand after they reached the summit.
Will the scenario he fantasized about, where he "accidentally ate a divine flower and became an emperor," actually play out?
However, what happened next completely dispelled the last trace of doubt in Lin Hanzhou's heart.
The hiker holding the national flag and searching for the right angle was seen backing away while gesturing a famous hand gesture to his companion.
His steps were precise and unwavering, leading him directly back to the spot where the He Dao Hua (a type of plant) was growing.
One step, two steps, three steps.
Under Lin Hanzhou's incredulous gaze, the mountaineer's crampons, covered with sharp metal spikes at the bottom, actually landed firmly on the delicate golden petals of the Hedao Flower with a "crack"!
but!
Nothing happened!
The golden Dao-harmonizing flower was neither crushed by the sharp ice claws nor did it release any resistance from the laws of nature.
The hiker's feet seemed to be stepping on air or passing through some kind of holographic projection, passing through the petals and roots of the Hedao flower without any hindrance, and landing firmly on the snow at the bottom!
The Hedao Flower still blooms quietly there, its golden petals swaying gently in the wind and snow, completely unaffected by any physical interference or damage.
The hiker was completely unaware of what was happening beneath his feet.
He didn't even see the dazzling gold at his feet; all he could see in his pupils was a patch of ordinary white snow.