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However, Lincoln still had a conscience and wouldn’t be like some crazed “Dig to Survive” creators. where one mistake would directly send plavers back to

their hometown.

He even kindly widened the protruding path below by many times to catch players who accidentally fell.

But Camille Victoria was already a bit frightened, and all she could do was scream, her limbs stiffening.

Thankfully, another quick-thinking player grabbed the frozen red silk at the edge of the cliff, defrosted it through resonance, and charged both their scarves with energy.

Taking advantage of the short period when the scarf’s energy was still active, they vibrated their cloaks and threw themselves towards the inside of the cliff with all their strength, pulling Camille Victoria along to fly up to this stone path.

Then they continuously activated the red silk through resonance, replenishing the energy in their scarves, and drove away the cold.

Feeling the warmth enveloping her once again, Camille Victoria regained her strength and subconsciously “thump” resonated with the stranger, expressing her gratitude.

The Cloak figure in front of her nodded, seemingly understanding her meaning. Then they looked at the end of the stone path where a huge red silk, three or four people wide, was frozen diagonally.

Camille Victoria also nodded, understanding the stranger’s meaning: Use the energy provided by defrosting this red silk to fly all the way up.

With their agreement, they once again began their silent journey.

The audience in the live broadcast room didn’t know what to say for a while.

They just watched as the two strangers met, went through a short and thrilling adventure, and without reflecting or communicating further, simply resonated once, nodded at each other, and continued their journey together. The audience felt a bit bewildered; can people communicate without talking now? Where did you two strangers get your tacit understanding?

But they didn’t interrupt since many who had watched Camille Victoria’s live streaming all along had already felt her determination to reach the final destination and climb the Sacred Mountain.

They were even deeply affected themselves, eager to see Camille Victoria make it to the end and discover what was at the top of the Sacred Mountain.

After flying back to the ruins through the red silk, braving the biting cold wind to pass through narrow passages, the two finally traversed the ruins and entered a vast snowstorm.

On the ground, thick layers of snow covered numerous silent stone steles, as harsh winds blew, and snow avalanches made them shiver. Their bodies were scraped by the snow and the dense fog kept reducing their visibility.

Even the clear light at the summit of the Sacred Mountain became blurred and hazy in the rolling snow.

It wasn’t until then that Camille Victoria realized that the low stone steles might represent the pilgrims who had fallen at this step. Underneath each stele, a pilgrim’s soul was buried.

With a heavy heart, she and her stranger companion took a few steps forward, only to be knocked down by the fierce cold wind. The remaining short scarf on their backs shattered and scattered with the wind.

The rune magic had left them, and they could no longer provide the slightest protection.

Camille Victoria and the stranger exchanged glances. She couldn’t help but think of the prophecy in the mural: The pilgrim eventually fell at the foot of the Snow Mountain.

But neither of them stopped, instead stepping into the snow that was over their calves, they began their arduous journey once more.

The howling wind grew louder, their cloaks began to freeze from the bottom up, and their footsteps stumbled. Each step became increasingly difficult and slow.

There was only a white expanse in all directions; the light pillar of the Sacred

Mountain grew more and more remote until it was eventually obscured by the dense whirlpool of cold air, no longer visible.

Camille Victoria felt the bone-chilling cold, her whole body seemed to be frozen, and her consciousness dimmed.

In the vast world, she couldn’t see any target. Her companion, who had been walking side by side with her, had also fallen at some unknown time, leaving no trace as they were buried and lost beneath the snow.

But she refused to give up, stubbornly moving forward, clenching her teeth and trying her hardest, she took three more difficult steps forward, one step at a time.

Finally, her knees gave way, and she collapsed into the thick snow.

Just for a moment, the snow quickly buried her stiff body, leaving only the vast white snow in the world.

Countless viewers watched this scene with heavy hearts, “Is this the end? All the seeking and efforts are meaningless?

But the music slowly played, and in the swirling snow, six tall white-robed ancestors appeared and silently stared at the frozen red robe.

Unconsciously, the snowstorm slowed down, and the runes appeared like stars one by one.

Camille Victoria, frozen stiff, slowly floated up, the frozen cloak on her slowly thawed, and her consciousness gradually revived.

Under the ancestors’ blessing, the disappeared magic reappeared, and a long scarf suddenly extended behind the cloak, with rune energy gathering and glowing on the scarf.

The images of the ancestors dispersed, but Camille Victoria once again felt full of strength. She bent down slightly to accumulate energy, and the strong magic made her whole body shine with golden light.

The next moment, magic erupted!

Camille Victoria on the snowy ground instantly shook her cloak and took off in place, rushing towards the rolling dense fog in the sky!

Piercing through the rolling clouds, passing the roaring attacking flying dragons, and breaking through all obstacles!

To reach the final destination of the pilgrimage – Sacred Mountain!

In her sight was a vast blue sky, snowy mountains, bridges connected by red silk, towering sacred doors, and groups of red-silk creatures like fish, flying freely in the air with abundant magic.

Camille Victoria shed tears almost instantly, feeling that every hardship and pain she had experienced on this journey had been compensated for at this moment.

And there were also stranger travelers who flew to her side, resonating with her in surprise, stirring up massive white ripples.

Every time they passed a tall sacred door, the bell at the top of the door would ring, accompanied by melodious music, the magnificent and majestic music throughout the Sacred Mountain journey.

The two shook their cloaks, dragging super-long scarves, flying to their heart’s content, playing with red-silk creatures, crossing cascading waterfalls, touching clusters of floating red-silk flowers, and taking a brief journey on huge red-silk creatures like whales, enjoying the happiness brought by the abundant magic at the summit of Sacred Mountain.

Finally, passing through the last door, chasing the light beams composed of runes, and heading to the highest point of Sacred Mountain, their whole bodies became golden again.

In the end, they reached the concave part of Sacred Mountain: a narrow gap filled with snow, with infinite light shining from within.

This was the source of the magical beams atop Sacred Mountain that had been seen since the very beginning of the game, the source of civilization in the murals, and the origin of everything.

Now, it will also become the end of their pilgrimage journey, the end of everything.

Camille Victoria looked at her fellow traveler, the stranger she had just met.

They encountered each other by chance, only traveled together for a short distance, but now they had to say goodbye, which made her reluctant to part.

But eventually, they embraced each other briefly, then walked side by side towards the narrow path filled with light and entered the field of light.

To reach the end of the journey.

The audiences in the live broadcast room had already stopped talking, silently watching this scene, deeply moved..