"Xuanming Sword, Xuanming New Style, Return to Heaven—"

The sword named Xuanming transforms from one into nine, and into all things.

Gan Di, as if imbued with the deep green of spring, leaped into the air with unstoppable momentum as his robes danced wildly.

“I am Gandhi, and I offer my bones and blood as a sacrifice to express the wish of this world to ascend.”

As he drew closer to Song Siyao, Gan Di's appearance gradually changed from that of an old man.

His withered, old face regained its smoothness, making him look like a young man again.

Gan Di laughed heartily with delight: "To be able to let future generations witness my unparalleled brilliance, it's not a loss at all!"

Having said that, countless dark green swords circled around him, flew past Song Siyao, and crashed into the direction of the Gate of the Gods without hesitation.

Song Siyao reached out to stop him, but the turbulent current outside the Heavenly Ladder broke his finger bone.

The exploding blood flowed down the Heavenly Ladder. She frowned and withdrew her hand, watching helplessly as a respected elder turned into specks of light, solidifying into dozens of steps of the Heavenly Ladder.

Such a breathtaking scene spread to all living beings in the six realms.

Song Siyao looked at the long staircase that appeared before her, but did not move an inch.

She had already anticipated what her master and the other seniors were about to do.

My mind and spirit were shaken.

A beam of light appeared in her hand, which she then threw at the top of the crowd.

He stood directly in front of Yan Shanjun and the other seniors, saying, "Please... allow me to try again."

Song Siyao spoke with difficulty, her throat tightening slightly.

How could she bear to tread the path to ascension paved with the blood and bones of her predecessors?

Regardless of the outcome, please let her try again.

Song Tingwan was so shocked that she took two steps back, watching as cracks began to appear where the light had been embedded.

The mountains and seas trembled.

As expected of someone who successfully transcended tribulation and ascended to immortality, their power is far greater than before.

but…

What saddened her was that she couldn't save Senior Gandi.

That was the mind and spirit utterly exhausted after countless transmissions of life force.

To have survived for ten thousand years while protecting that fragment of the Heavenly Ladder is already an act of divine grace.

Song Tingwan's eyes were deep as she looked up at the sky.

She knew A Yao's feelings better than anyone else. She feared that if she were allowed to reap the benefits without effort and ascend the ladder paved with the blood and bones of her predecessors, her Dao heart might be damaged.

At the very least, Song Siyao should be allowed to try every possible method.

What if, just what if, a solution is actually found?

The missing ladder is still a long way off.

I never imagined the difference would be so great.

Now that the Heavenly Ladder is in front of everyone, Song Tingwan raised her voice to the crowd behind her and said, "Seniors, please think of some ideas. Whether they are good or bad, if they are useful, even unorthodox methods can be used."

After the sisters finished speaking, Yan Shanjun and the others were not as optimistic as they had imagined.

"...Okay, let's try again."

Yan Shanjun smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

Is the road to the realm of gods really that easy?

What paves the ladder to heaven is faith.

Or rather, faith.

Or perhaps it's the obsession with ascending to godhood.

A path to ascension accumulated by countless cultivators over tens of thousands of years.

Once the ladder to heaven was severed by the gods, what they lacked was countless millennia of faith.

Even if all beings in the six realms used their mental power together, they could not fill the gap.

However, like the senior Gan Di just now, they sacrificed themselves with absolute obsession and blood.

The resentment from this world.

This process is passed up from there.

They want to live.

What right does this world have to perish?

The fall of the star into this world is an undeserved calamity for all living beings in this world.

However, this also severed their path to ascension.

No one can accept this.

Above the clouds, Song Siyao continued to try.

Suddenly, two solid steps of heaven appeared before them.

She paused for a moment, then raised her eyebrows and told him.

The crowd was puzzled as to why there were suddenly several more steps.

Yan Shanjun was also stunned for a moment, and then hesitantly told everyone what he had just thought.

Song Tingwan's eyes lit up.

I understand, it's about inspiring people.

Then the woman's gaze settled on the somewhat bewildered Yan Shanjun, and she exclaimed, "It's you!"

Be your megaphone again! Give a speech!

Yan Shanjun was taken aback by her intense gaze, and was then 'invited' aside by this gentle goddess.

Nobody knows what they said.

But after a short while, the Yanshan Jun brand broadcast came online again.

Today is the day my little disciple, Sword Saint Si Yao, ascends to immortality. If he succeeds, the broken Heavenly Ladder that has prevented anyone from ascending to immortality in this world for ten thousand years will be repaired.

—Successful ascension means saving the world.

—We are living peacefully in this world, and now we have to face the cataclysm of destruction. Are you all willing to accept this?

...

—Now, the only thing missing to repair the Heavenly Ladder is your mental power. As long as we work together and pray that Sword Saint Siyao will ascend to heaven successfully, our mental power will be able to repair the Heavenly Ladder.

As Lord Yanshan spoke from the bottom of his heart, the Heavenly Ladder visibly solidified.

Song Tingwan stood beside him, a glimmer of hope flashing in her eyes.

"Please say something more that can resonate with your emotions."

She whispered a reminder from the side.

Yan Shanjun pondered for a moment and did as instructed.

Why die when you can live?

If they could repair the heavenly ladder with their mental power, they wouldn't be in such a hurry to offer sacrifices.

Song Siyao smiled and stepped forward again with ease.

After a while.

Halfway through the hundred-meter stretch, no matter how sorrowful and unwilling Yan Shanjun's speech was, he could not condense another level of mental power.

Meanwhile, Song Tingwan below also received a telepathic message from above the Heavenly Ladder.

—Sister, if I were to plunge into the void, could the divine pill sustain me for a few more breaths?

Song Tingwan's eyes flickered, and she looked at her younger sister above with some sadness.

—I have not experienced it myself, so I cannot estimate its significance.

Even though the cultivator had excellent eyesight and could clearly see her sister's bloody severed finger, the power she felt from below was something she couldn't perceive.

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