Non-human Gene Complex

The legend of Shambhala can be spread on the earth for so many years, there must be a source.

It's just that no one knows how to get out now.

"If you can't find it, you can only hope for transformation."

Lan Mu sank into his mind, preparing to choose the color of the next transformation in the vast sea of ​​light in the life ball.

However, he suddenly discovered that the next transformation has been automatically selected.

"Ah! When the interval is reached, will it be automatically selected? Yes, when you couldn't choose before, the transformation is random."

Looking at the automatically selected yellow color, Lan Mu breathed a sigh of relief.

In order to test out the meanings of different colors, he has decided to choose different colors every time he transforms, and after trying all the colors, he will naturally be able to guess.

When I first discovered the automatic color selection, I thought it was a waste of transformation. Fortunately, I was lucky and automatically selected yellow. This color has not changed since The Lost Island.

"Let's absorb the energy in the clouds first."

Lan Mu stopped, turned into Bi Fang in a hidden place, soared in the sky, and went straight to the colorful clouds covering the top of Shambhala.

Above the colorful clouds is still a 'wall', like a dome covering the land.

"This is the real round sky..."

Lan Mu sensed a different kind of energy. He was suspended in the colorful clouds and felt the rich energy contained in the entire cloud layer.

The life ball rotates by itself, quickly absorbing it.

It contains about the same amount as Shennongjia.

This was the first time he discovered alien energies incorporated into non-plants.

In the past few times, plants such as banyan trees, bamboos, and oaks were integrated, but now it is clouds. Its fusion and water vapor, falling with the rain, moisten the land of Shambhala.

"There seem to be many kinds of alien energy, but no matter what, I can only choose to integrate it into the life ball. The power of transformation is my foundation."

In this way, Lan Mu hovered above the clouds, and at the same time checked the clouds inch by inch with his mental strength, looking for possible exits.

Five days passed, but he didn't find any suspicious place in the sky. The whole Shambhala is a closed world.

However, after the energy replenishment was completed, the mandatory period of the life ball was shortened by another three hours, and Lan Mu found that he could detect the approximate time of the interval.

This is another extra function, in the future he will know when he will transform!

"Two more days?"

"The vast majority of transformations are seven-day intervals? Only a few powerful ones will exceed seven days."

Lan Mu soared in the sky, his mental power swept over all the details.

Whether it is in the depths of snow-capped mountains, in towns, between temples, or in the vast fields and grasslands.

There is no place that seems to be an exit. This small world with a diameter of 100 kilometers is like a cage that traps everyone in it, and they can only enter and cannot exit.

"No way……"

Landing on a certain snow mountain, Lan Mu turned into a Balrog, and immediately all the white snow around him was melted and evaporated.

"boom!"

He raised his fist and smashed it on the barrier behind the snow-capped mountain. This invisible and chaotic barrier was extremely tough and unmoved at all.

"My punch weighs at least dozens of tons, but it can't shake the edge of this world."

Lan Mu threw a few more punches casually, and gave up altogether.

In fact, he didn't use all his strength. If it really erupted, the escaping flames would probably destroy the snow mountain and even spread to the grassland.

After roughly testing the strength of the barrier, he estimated that even if he tried his best, it would be impossible to smash the border of Shambhala.

In fact, he didn't dare to break it. It is often said in the novel that there is a chaotic void world beyond the crystal wall of the world. What if he drifts in the vast void after smashing it, and what if he can't go back?

"Until the transformation with 100% certainty appears, I still don't want to take any risks."

...

On a certain snow mountain, Fang Moqi and others lived in a temple, and the road up the mountain was guarded by people in turn, and they easily withstood the attack of the Shambhala people.

"Hey, these people are really cowardly!" The blond man sat on the snow and laughed at the Shambhala people down the mountain.

The Indian man also said beside him: "It's ridiculous that they just shouted to imprison us for life. They don't even dare to kill people."

Lei Li also found it a little funny. Although the Shambhala people were rioting, they were still too simple.

At first they were shocked by the Shambhala people's hostility towards them, but now they are not relieved at all. This group of people is like a piece of blank paper. How can they beat them who have experienced a lot of training in the outside world.

The people of Shambhala only know that they are blocked at the intersection, and they have no imagination at all. With such a big snow-capped mountain, wouldn't they open up a new road?

Rayleigh and his party just blocked the dead end, leaving the Shambhala helpless.

"Huh? Isn't that Sugarman's friend?" One person pointed down the mountain and exclaimed.

Everyone saw that a young man was running quickly, jumping lightly among the rocks, and turned up the snow mountain after a few ups and downs.

"Go get Sugarman over here!" Raleigh yelled.

After a while, Fang Moqi ran out from the temple, looked at the young man coming up the mountain, and shouted with a smile.

"Brother Blue!"

Lan Mu smiled slightly, and the last one dexterously vacated a 360-degree front flip before landing firmly in front of everyone.

The jumping and running of the elves became more and more proficient with his training. He walked quickly and climbed the mountain all the way, and reached the top of the mountain easily and comfortably.

"Where have you been? I knew you must be in Shambhala!" Fang Moqi patted Lan Mu and smiled.

Lan Mu shrugged and said, "I've been looking for an exit."

Seeing Lan Mu's clothes, Lei Li asked, "You went to the palace too?"

Lan Mu looked down and found that he was dressed in the king's casual clothes, which he found in the palace.

"Yeah, I found out what was going on in the palace, so I went looking for it. Unfortunately, when I arrived, there was no one there."

Lei Li asked again: "Is it you who rescued us in the palace?"

Lan Mu tilted his head and said, "What?"

Seeing that Lan Mu was pretending to be stupid, Lei Li and others said with curiosity: "We all think that you must be the one who saved people, and Sugarman also said that his friend is very good...Mr. Lan, tell us quickly, how do you control those people?" Iron?"

Lan Mu rolled his eyes and said, "What are you talking about? Controlling iron? Are you talking about myths?"

After finishing speaking, he took a look at Fang Moqi.

Fang Moqi smiled meaningfully, and then said to Lei Li: "Brother Lan is of course powerful, but it is impossible for you to say that he knows magic. Lei Li, the person who rescued us should still be hiding in Shambhala. Knowing that the place Shambhala itself is full of magic, it is not surprising that there are people with such magical power.”

Everyone in Lei Li nodded in disappointment. They themselves were just skeptical. Seeing the magical power that could be manipulated out of thin air made them feel itchy, so when they saw Lan Mu jumping up the mountain so easily, they deliberately tested the formula.

Then they looked excited again. Since entering Shambhala, they have experienced various wonderful journeys.

Temples across the world, beautiful and rich countries, half-human and half-lotus women, guards reborn after death, powerful and strange gargoyles, divine iron flying out of thin air...

There is incredibleness everywhere here. For explorers like them, this journey is almost perfect. The only thing left is to find the exit and leave here, and write their experiences into stories, which will become famous all over the world and spread to the whole world. Will become a legend in the adventure world.

"Lan Mu, we are studying the temples here. We believe that the way to leave Shambhala is hidden in these eight temples."

Fang Moqi led Lan Mu into the temple. After hearing what he said, Lan Mu smiled inwardly: These eight temples are ordinary, and even the treasure hunting mouse can't sense anything strange, which is enough to show that they are not the exit to leave .

Lan Mu knew that everyone came in through the temple on the Daxue Mountain outside. Since it was the entrance, it naturally made people think that the temple in Shambhala was the exit.

However, there is only one temple that truly belongs to the containment, and it is on Earth.

How did Fang Moqi and others know about this, they are still studying these temples painstakingly these days.

Mr. Charlie pointed to the golden eagle and said: "I have been to the temple many times, and I found that people here do not worship eagles, and there is no such thing as eagles in Shambhala. The temples are all dedicated to the eagle."

"I suspect that there used to be condors in Shambhala, but they became extinct because of unknown circumstances."

Rayleigh came over and said, "You mean the condor will take us out? But no one has left Shambhala for hundreds of years, and there are no eagles here... My God! Do you think that because of the extinction of the condor, The way out of Shambhala is gone forever? This is so hopeless!"

This is indeed a desperate conjecture. Everyone instinctively rejected this idea and continued to study various Tibetan characters and drawings.

Looking at their various conjectures about the exit, Lan Mu was absent-minded.

The temple is not a containment object, and it is useless for you to study it until you die.

In two days, they found every temple on the snow-capped mountains, and they always encountered obstacles from the Shambhala people when they went down the mountain.

Of course, with their skills, the Shambhala people can't do anything to them at all.

They have been to every temple, they have tested all the places, there is no mechanism, no secret passage, no magical teleportation.

Despair enveloped everyone, except Lan Mu.

"Guys, I don't think it's meaningful for everyone to search like this. It's better to establish communication with the Shambhala people. Maybe they can provide very useful clues." Seeing their resignation, Lan Mu couldn't help but said.

"But they're all in a mess right now, they're not producing anything, they're trying to catch us all day long..." Raleigh said.

Lan Mu smiled and said: "They have no order, can't we establish order for them?"

"Shambhala is in chaos now. Instead of being stalemate like this, it is better to stabilize Shambhala first. Anyway, as long as there is a little order, the environment in Shambhala is enough for everyone to live well."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, realizing that it was indeed necessary to communicate with the Shambhala people.

So Charlie, Raleigh and others went down the mountain to contact the Shambhala people. One wanted to establish a constitutional monarchy, and the other wanted to engage in a referendum.

Lan Mu doesn't care how they stabilize Shambhala, he just drives them away.

At this moment, Fang Moqi was the only one beside him.

"Lan Mu, you are the one who saved us in the palace, right?" Fang Moqi asked with a smile.

Lan Mu remained expressionless, and asked back, "Why are you so sure?"

Fang Moqi said: "Intuition!"

"..." Lan Mu had nothing to say.

After thinking about it, he might as well develop Fang Moqi into a member of the Lanbai Club.

So he nodded, admitting it.

Fang Moqi asked excitedly: "How on earth did you do it? Manipulate those irons out of thin air!"

Lan Mu curled his lips, and with a thought, nine pieces of best metal were suspended, each of which was fusiform, floating around him.

Fang Moqi dodged in a hurry, and curiously reached out to touch the best metal, feeling the coldness and hardness on it.

"That's how it is done. These are called best metals, a type of containment. Mental power can manipulate them. If you practice more, you might be able to use them." Lan Mu laughed.

Fang Moqi's eyes lit up, and he said in surprise, "I can use it too? Don't you need any conditions? I thought you controlled it with internal force."

"Internal strength..." Lan Mu really wanted to complain about his lack of internal strength, but he held back and said with a smile: "It doesn't need to be so troublesome, it has something to do with the talent of will."

"Why don't you give it a try?"