Chapter 1 The Touch

Fang Senyan's fingertip touched the dzi bead. At that instant, he had a hard-to-describe feeling, as if he were touching someone's skin, not a dzi bead.

But Fang Senyan had already seen too many strange things at this time and had no intention of backing down. His fingertip continued to move forward, and then he slowly grasped the dzi bead.

The originally scorching surface of the dzi bead had dropped to a temperature similar to human body temperature. It gave Fang Senyan an even stranger feeling, as if this thing also had blood vessels and a heart inside, and was gradually beginning to resonate and connect with his own heartbeat and breathing.

This feeling was very novel and very peculiar. When the resonance of the dzi bead continued to a certain state, this wonderful feeling reached its peak and stabilized. Fang Senyan felt a sense of loss of control in his body, as if he were closing his eyes on a starry night and lying on a lake as calm as a mirror, able to clearly feel the slightest vibration around his body.

However, Fang Senyan immediately realized that the so-called loss of control was just an illusion. He immediately realized that as long as his will was carried through, his body would undoubtedly respond to his thoughts.

"Don't move." Suddenly, a weak voice came from beside Fang Senyan's ear. The so-called weakness did not mean frailty. On the contrary, this voice was peaceful but full of power, but because they were too far apart and separated by time and space, it seemed a little vague.

And this voice had an indescribable majesty, as if his words were authority! As if his words were truth!

"Well, I never thought I could actually find someone who could barely resonate with my physique."

The peaceful voice said. He seemed to know what Fang Senyan was thinking, so he continued to explain:

"My body is a very special physique. I have also experienced trials in the Nightmare Space and finally managed to get out successfully. You should have heard of resonance, right? Two objects with the same vibration frequency, when one vibrates, can cause the other object to vibrate even if they are not in contact."

"The theory of our communication is derived from this. Because our physiques are similar, we can generate resonance. Then, using the magnetism on the dzi bead you hold and the accumulated thoughts and vows over thousands of years, burning them as power, we can amplify this resonance tens of millions of times and cross the barriers of planes to communicate. You should see now that one of the thirty-six beads that make up the dzi bead has lost its colored halo, right? This means that the vows and karma accumulated in it have been exhausted. When the colored halos of all thirty-six beads disappear, then our conversation will also end."

Fang Senyan heard the peaceful voice, but a huge wave surged in his heart! Someone who came out of the Nightmare Space!! This was so unimaginable, but listening to the tone of the person in front of him, he intuitively felt that he would not, and even disdained to lie! Because time was limited, Fang Senyan took the initiative to ask:

"Then, senior, I heard that you can make people become the strongest MT (Main Tank)?"

"Haha, the strongest MT? That's not easy, and what I want to correct you is that I can't create a person. After leaving the space, I'm only slightly stronger than ordinary people at most. The only help I can give you is experience, the experience of life and death, from scratch."

Fang Senyan was silent for a while, and then suddenly said:

"Please forgive me, but I still have to ask, what is your motive for doing this?"

The voice on the opposite side immediately laughed:

"You can understand it as a bored old guy wanting to pass on some of his things. Because these things are not something that people around me can bear, that's why I chose this method. Or perhaps you think I can do something?"

Fang Senyan didn't speak, seemingly acquiescing to this explanation, and then said very sincerely:

"It's my fault. Then, senior, please guide me."

The voice on the other side thought for a while and slowly said:

"Based on your physical condition, you are doing quite well and can be considered to have a good foundation. So, the first thing I want to ask you is, what is your ambition? Do you want to be an unparalleled MT who is good at charging across the battlefield, or an MT who can stand in front of the most powerful boss and withstand all its attacks?"

Obviously, the answer of this voice stunned Fang Senyan for a moment:

"Is there a difference between the two? Senior?"

"Of course there is, and the difference is very big. The essence of an MT is to lure the enemy to pour more attacks on himself, leaving room for teammates to play. As long as this goal can be achieved, the means used can even be said to be extremely unscrupulous, and even the emergence of offensive MTs has been derived." The mysterious voice explained in detail. These secrets were readily available to him, as if he were familiar with them.

"Offensive MT?" Fang Senyan said in disbelief. Strictly speaking, Fang Senyan was a little bit similar to this kind of MT he had never heard of. His instantaneous explosive power was very amazing, but it was definitely not enough to make all the enemies attack him.

However, the voice in his mind naturally had a charm that easily did not allow people to question. Fang Senyan chose to believe his words and then made his own choice:

"If I have to make a choice, then I will choose to lean towards the battlefield, because I have already provoked a very terrible guy, whose strength is unfathomable."

"Understood." The voice said very simply: "There is no free lunch in this world. You want to get something, then you have to pay something. The only thing I can help you with is to let you walk on the right path. Are you mentally prepared?"

Fang Senyan said seriously:

"This is very fair and very reasonable. Please guide me to the entrance of that road."

The voice said very simply:

"I suggest you take out paper and a pen to write down what I am about to say, because it is possible that a single word of error will cause you to lose your life in vain without getting any reward. Next, please listen carefully: You need to reach the city of Pokhara in Nepal as quickly as possible from now on."

"There you will need a guide, because you have to go up along the Annapurna West Face climbing route, to a place called Haniku Ridge. This place should have been used as a sky burial platform. On Haniku Ridge, there is a very special rock, this rock is called Baima Gabu (White Lotus Mound), its shape is like a lotus flower, and its color is also significantly different from the rest of the stones."

At this point, the voice paused, and then suddenly became a little ethereal and mysterious:

"The entrance to the path you want is in front of Baima Gabu. So, you have to stand on top of Baima Gabu, face the cliff in front, and then bravely jump down. You have to remember that only by choosing to unconditionally believe in me can you gain true power!"

Hearing the last sentence, Fang Senyan couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, a coldness that symbolized death.

If he remembered correctly, the altitude of Annapurna was 8,091 meters, the tenth highest peak in the world. However, it was most famous for its astonishing danger. The Fish Tail Peak on its southern edge, with its peak split into two, resembling a fish tail, hence the name. The mountain is steep, although it is only 6,607 meters above sea level, it has not yet been conquered!

If Fang Senyan remembered correctly, the location of Baima Gabu was at least 6,000 meters above sea level! Jumping down under such circumstances?????

"Hello, hello??" Fang Senyan was about to ask a few more questions, but he realized that the resonance of his body had disappeared at some point, and the voice had gradually dissipated at some point!

In another plane,

Tibet, China,

On Cho Oyu,

A magnificent architectural complex spread out in the snow mountains. If Zi saw this scene, she could immediately recognize from the surrounding mountains that this was the "ruins" of the lama temple where she obtained the rosary beads, but in this parallel world, it was so prosperous.

In the most central building of this architectural complex, a window was open.

The sun shone brightly, passing through the window and illuminating the face of a middle-aged lama in a way that seemed like worship. In his hand, he held a string of five-eyed dzi beads exactly the same as the one held by Fang Senyan.

The wind blew, revealing the solid chest muscles through the gap in his shirt with two buttons unbuttoned, adding a touch of wild domineering. The muscles were even more solid. At this time, the racial characteristics of Indians and French people could be clearly seen from his facial features. Without a doubt, he was a mixed-race.

At this time, this monk stood steadily on the roof platform, looking up at the majestic and undulating mountains, giving people the illusion that two mountains were facing each other, just like the magnificent, steady, deep, and atmospheric Potala Palace was looking up at the snow peaks. These were two equal existences!

There was a hint of complacent smile on the corner of his lips:

"The undercurrents... seem to be surging even more fiercely. When I stare at others, those guys are also staring at me. It's hard to guarantee that they won't do anything. Then okay, I don't believe the mole can do this!"

"The one who can deceive my eyes and cause trouble is probably a direct descendant sent by that guy, or even he himself may be on the field. Okay, so if this guy named Sailor is a mole, no matter how well he hides it, his nature must be suspicious, seeking stability, and lacking the spirit of adventure and gambling. Then he must not dare to jump! If he jumps, it means that he has the value of further training, at least it shows that his trust in me is deeply rooted. So, I need to give him some benefits."