The Ultimate Evolution
chapter-1168

When Sheyan's fingertips came into contact with the beads, what transmitted over was a strange sensation, as if what he was touching was not beads but human skin.

But Sheyan had experienced so many strange things in his life that he did not have the slightest intention of giving up. His fingers kept extending forward until he fully grasped the string of beads in his hand.

The initially high temperature of the beads had dropped to the same temperature as the human body. Furthermore, Sheyan somehow felt like this object also contained blood vessels and a heart, and it was trying to resonate with the rhythm of his heartbeat and breathing.

The feeling was so novel and bizarre. When the resonance of the beads reached a certain level, the bizarre feeling also reached its peak, after which it stabilised. Sheyan felt as if he could no longer sense his body. It was like when one closed their eyes as they floated on a lake that was as calm as a mirror on a starry night; they could feel every tiny vibration around them.

However, Sheyan immediately realised that the "out-of-body experience" was only a misperception. He instantly found that as long as he extended his will, his body would still respond without fail.

"Don't move."

Suddenly, a faint voice sounded next to Sheyan's ear. Although it was faint, no weakness was present in the voice; on the contrary, the voice was full of a calm strength. However, because they were too far apart from each other in terms of time and space, the voice appeared somewhat vague.

The voice contained an incredible feeling of authority, as if whatever it said should be accepted! Whatever it said was the truth!

"Well, what a surprise. I actually found someone who just barely manage to resonate with my constitution," said the peaceful voice.

As if he knew what Sheyan was thinking, he explained, "My body has a very special constitution. I've also adventured in the Nightmare Realm before, and finally succeeded in leaving it. You must have heard of resonance, right? When an object vibrates at the natural frequency of another object, even if the two objects are not in contact with each other, the second object will vibrate too."

"That's the theory which made our conversation possible. Because we have a somewhat similar body constitution, we can resonate with each other. By burning the magnetic force on the beads you hold, as well as the power of mind and prayers accumulated in them over thousands of years, the resonance is magnified millions of times, enabling us to communicate across dimensional barriers. You can see by now that one of the 36 Dzi beads that made up the string of beads has lost its colour. This means that the accumulated willpower and karma in it has been exhausted. When all 36 beads lose their colour, our conversation will end."

The peaceful voice did not calm Sheyan down, but stirred up a tempest in his heart! Someone who managed to leave the Nightmare Realm! That's unbelievable! But, when Sheyan heard the other person, he felt that the person would not, or rather, did not deign to lie!

Time was limited, so Sheyan took the initiative to ask, "So, my predecessor, I heard that you have a way to turn someone into the strongest MT?"

"Hahaha, the strongest MT? You think it's so easy? Also, let me correct a misconception of yours. I can't turn a person into anything. After leaving the Realm, I'm only a little bit stronger than an ordinary person. The only help I can give you is sharing my experience with you. My experience from the time I was nothing to the time I was something, forged through multiple deadly scenarios."

Sheyan was quiet for a while. He then asked, "I'm sorry, but I have to ask you this first. What's your motive for doing this?"

The voice burst into laughter. "You can think of it as a bored old man wishing to pass something on. Because these things aren't things that those around me can bear, I chose this method. What do you think I can do to you?"

Sheyan remained silent, seemingly accepting the explanation. He then said sincerely, "I apologise for my rudeness, my predecessor. I'd be honoured to hear your teaching."

The voice on the other side pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "In terms of your physical condition, you're doing quite well, and you have a good foundation. So first, I'd like to ask you, what is your aim? Do you want to be an MT who simply can't be brought down on the battlefield, or an MT who can stand in front of the most powerful BOSS and withstand all its attacks?"

Sheyan was a bit stunned by the voice's question. "Is there a difference between the two?"

"Of course there is, and a huge difference at that. The essence of an MT is to induce the enemy to pour more attacks on themself and create room for their teammates to perform. As long as this goal can be achieved, any method is acceptable. This has even given rise to the emergence of offensive MTs," the mysterious voice explained in great details.

"Offensive MTs?" exclaimed Sheyan incredulously. In fact, Sheyan was, technically speaking, quite close to this unheard-of MT build. His instantaneous burst damage was breathtaking, but absolutely not breathtaking enough to cause all the enemies to focus their attacks on him.

However, that voice in his mind contained a natural charisma that caused others not to question him easily. Sheyan chose to believe his words, then made his own choice.

"If I have to chose, I'm leaning towards being someone who can't be brought down on the battlefield, because I've already made an enemy out of a terrible fellow whose strength is unfathomable."

"I see." The voice told him bluntly, "There's no free lunch in this world. However much you want to get, that's how much you have to pay. The only help I can give you is to show you the right path to take. Are you ready?"

"That's fair and reasonable. Please show me the entrance to that path," replied Sheyan in a serious tone.

"I suggest you take out a pen and paper to record my following words, because any single mistake may cause you to lose your life in vain without gaining anything in return. Now listen carefully. You need to get to the city of Pokhara in Nepal as fast as you can, right away!"

"There, you'll need a guide, because you have to climb the western route of the Annapurna Massif to the place called the Hanikurik Terrace, which should be a sky burial platform. There's a special rock on the Hanikurik Terrace called the Pema Karpo. The rock is shaped like a lotus and its colour is different from the other rocks around it."

At this point, the voice paused for a moment, and then suddenly became somewhat vague and mysterious.

"The entrance to the path you seek is right in front of the Pema Karpo. So, you have to stand on the Pema Karpo, face the cliff ahead, and jump down courageously. You have to remember that only by choosing to trust me unconditionally can you gain real power!"

Hearing the last sentence, Sheyan could not help but feel a chill creeping into his heart; a chill which signified death!

If he remembered correctly, Annapurna was the tenth highest peak in the world with a height that reached 8090 meters. Compared to its height, it was even more famous for its astonishing danger. The southern rim of the Annapurna peak was divided into two, resembling the tail of a fish. Its walls and peaks were steep and dangerous. Although it was only 6607 meters above sea level, it had yet to be conquered by humans!

If Sheyan remembered correctly, Pema Karpo was located at least six kilometers above sea level. He had to jump down from there????

"Hello, hello?" Sheyan wanted to ask a few more questions, but he found that the resonance of his body had already ended, and the voice had also disappeared!

　　***

In a parallel universe.

Tibet.

On the Cho Oyu mountain.

(TL: The sixth highest mountain in the world.)

A group of magnificent buildings were laid out on the snowy mountain. If Zi were to see this, she would immediately recognise from the surrounding terrain that these were the "ruins" of the lama temple from where she got the Dzi beads. However, in this parallel world, the lama temple was prospering.

A window opened on the centre-most building among the building complex.

The sun was shining brightly. Through the window, it shined down on the face of a middle-aged lama as if in worship. In the hands of the middle-aged lama was a string of five-eyed Dzi beads exactly the same as the one held by Sheyan.

The wind blew open the gap on his shirt which had two buttons undone. It revealed the solid muscles underneath, a sight which gave him an air of wild tyranny. The racial characteristics of the Indians and the French could be clearly seen from his facial features. There was little doubt that he was of mixed race.

The monk steadily stood on the roof platform and looked up at the magnificent, endless mountain ranges. The scene gave off the illusion that two mountain ranges were facing off against each other. Just like when the magnificent, grand Potala Palace faced up at a snowy peak, the monk and the mountain ranges were also existences on equal standing!

His lips curled into a triumphant smile.

"The undercurrent...seems to have become more intense. While I'm keeping a close eye on them, they're also watching me closely. It's hard to make sure that they won't try anything. But, well, I don't believe a spy can do that!"

"Anyone who's able to trick me is probably a descendant sent by that guy; maybe even the guy himself. Okay, fine. If this person called Seaman is a spy, no matter how well he hides it, he'd definitely have a suspicious nature and wouldn't take unnecessary risks, so he'd never dare to jump! If he does jump, that means he possesses the value to be cultivated further. At the very least, it means that he has deep trust in me. I must give him some benefits in that case."