But how can we cultivate a true immortal?
The God of Creation had said before that the life on Yang Fan’s planet had never touched the path to immortality, so it was impossible for them to become true immortals.
What exactly does this immortal path refer to?
Yang Fan tried many methods, but none of them worked.
The cultivators on Blue Star are still stuck at their current level of cultivation, unable to open the door to immortality and become true immortals.
Yang Fan's consciousness was becoming increasingly weaker under the constant erosion of the God of Creation.
Just when Yang Fan was at a loss and extremely anxious, a light calling voice suddenly came from the dark sky outside the Blue Star.
Following the source of the voice, I saw a beautiful woman in plain clothes in the gloomy underworld, standing on the Yellow Springs Road with red spider lilies under her feet, gazing at the blue star in the distance.
The first time Yang Fan saw this woman, his soul was deeply shocked.
It’s not because of how beautiful this woman is, but because there is an extremely mysterious aura lingering around her, as if she was born to be the incarnation of the Tao, and her every frown and smile is a manifestation of the laws of heaven and earth.
"Who... are you?" Yang Fan asked involuntarily.
The woman shook her head and did not answer Yang Fan's question.
Her gaze was always fixed firmly on a certain place on the blue planet, with sadness, worry and expectation in her eyes.
The red spider lily blooms for a thousand years and falls for a thousand years, and the flower and leaves never meet.
She stood on the Yellow Springs Road where red spider lilies were blooming, gazing into the distance. Who was she waiting for?
Yang Fan instinctively realized that this woman might be the key for the Blue Star cultivator to blast open the immortal gate and step into the realm of true immortality.
Next, Yang Fan asked the woman many questions, but she basically shook her head and refused without giving any answers, with only one exception.
"May I have your name?"
When she heard this question, the woman's eyes trembled for a long time, and then she opened her red lips and said an answer that Yang Fan had never expected.
"I... don't have a name."
Yang Fan was stunned for a long time, carefully pondering the woman's few answers, but in the end he still couldn't come up with anything.
Suddenly, Yang Fan felt something and followed the woman's sad gaze. His sight fell on a remote village in the Shang Dynasty, where he saw a young man dressed in cloth with a resolute expression.
The boy's name is Ke An, he is about fifteen years old. He lost his parents at a young age. Fortunately, his family left him a few acres of land, and the villagers in the same village were kind and often helped him, so he lived healthily to this day.
If the world is peaceful and prosperous, perhaps Ke An would concentrate on farming like other young people, get married and have children when he is old enough, and live an ordinary life.
However, since the year he was born, the world has been in great turmoil.
The immortal cultivators do not care about the lives of the people, and the gods in heaven are not as dedicated to their duties as recorded in history books. Not only do they not eliminate disasters and solve problems for all living beings, but they often bring down disasters, causing countless people to be separated from their wives and children and their families to be destroyed.
Ke An would often sit on the ridge of the field, looking up at the sky under the scorching sun, pointing at the heaven faintly emerging between the clouds and cursing, questioning why they wanted to bring disaster to the people and kill so many people.
"Ke An, what's the point of you sitting on the ground and cursing? If you could stand in the sky and curse, those gods would definitely prick up their ears and listen!"
This was just a joke said by a passerby, but it gave Ke An an epiphany, and an amazing idea appeared in his mind.
He wants to go up to heaven and ask those gods in person!
Ke An did what he said. He moved several large stones, found some adhesive, and began to build the ladder in his mind that could reach the sky.
However, after working under the scorching sun for most of the day and being exhausted and sweating, Ke An had not even finished repairing the first step.
The reality is cruel, but Ke An is not discouraged at all. As long as he finishes his farm work, he will immediately devote himself to the project of building the ladder, shedding sweat and burning blood.
Finally, the first level of stairs was completed, and the ladder to heaven finally had an end. Ke An was so excited that he couldn't sleep at night. He came to the stairs in the middle of the night with an oil lamp, listening to the chirping of insects and frogs, and sat there all night.
At the beginning, when the villagers met Ke An, they would earnestly persuade him to work hard on the farm, marry a beautiful wife as soon as possible, and have a big fat boy.
But as the days passed, they found that Ke An didn't listen to their advice at all and was still focused on the steps.
As a result, Ke An gradually became a weirdo in their eyes. No one talked to him and no one kept him company.
Even innocent children did not dare to approach him and would hide away from him if they saw him.
Ke An didn't blame them, because this was a road that ordinary people couldn't understand, and it was destined to be a lonely road.
When the stairs reached the thirteenth floor, a torrential rain suddenly fell on Ke An's head, and terrifying thunder exploded in the air, which was particularly creepy.
He quickly took shelter in an abandoned earth temple nearby, took off his completely wet clothes and wrung them dry, then sat on the ground with his knees hugged, staring blankly at the sky, hoping that this sudden rainstorm would pass quickly.
He didn't know where the rainstorm came from. He could only see several monks in white robes fighting in the air amidst flashes of thunder. Every time they fought, there would be a terrifying explosion, as if the sky was roaring, making people's ears numb.
In front of these powerful monks, Ke An felt as weak as an ant.
Even the strange phenomena caused by the aftermath of their battle made Ke An panic.
But so what? Monks have their own way of living, and mortals have their own way of living. Ke An does not feel that he is inferior to others.
After the rain stopped and the sky cleared, Ke An looked at the wet steps with determination in his eyes.
The monks' battle is over, and he has to go back to continue repairing his ladder.
When the stairs reached the 61st floor, Ke An was so hungry that his chest was sticking to his back, his head was dizzy, his body was shaking uncontrollably, and he almost fell off the stairs.
Although the ladder to heaven now had only sixty-one floors and it was unknown how far it was from the heaven above the clouds, it was not like it was at the beginning where one could just jump down.
With the current height of the ladder, if Ke An really fell down, his bones would be shattered and he would die in an instant.
Fortunately, he managed to steady himself in time, but his empty abdomen was still churning, making him unable to exert any strength.
There were constant natural disasters that year, and the fields within a hundred miles were almost barren.
The villagers in the same village had already fled to other places with their families because of famine, but Ke An was the only one who could not leave this staircase and stayed.
Ke An searched everywhere but found nothing to eat.
There was not even a toad to be found in the cracked fields. The back mountain, which was once rich in resources, had long been cleared out by hungry villagers, leaving it bare and even the bark of the trees had been stripped away.
Ke An's last bit of strength was finally used up in the process of searching for food.
He collapsed powerlessly on the steps, his dull eyes looking aimlessly at the gray sky, his breathing gradually becoming weaker.
The power of mortals is indeed so weak that it makes people sad.
No wonder the villagers thought he was a weirdo and a lunatic.
If this staircase really wants to lead to the sky, it would have to have at least tens of thousands of steps, right?
He had only built sixty-one floors before he collapsed weakly, unable to breathe.
There was silence all around, no birds singing or insects chirping, and no one could hear whispers.
Ke An suddenly felt a little sad. Was he going to die here silently today?
He lost his parents when he was young, and when he grew up he did not marry or have children. He walked alone in the troubled times. Even if he died, no one would feel sad for him.
He still felt uncomfortable when he thought about how the villagers used to point fingers at him and call him a freak.
But now, he actually hopes someone will scold him.
At this point, no matter how unpleasant the words were, he would find them pleasant to the ear.
Ke An's consciousness gradually became blurred, and the scene in front of him quickly became dim.
He didn't want to close his eyes because he wasn't sure if he would ever wake up again.
But he was so tired that he couldn't even open his eyelids.
Ke An was awakened by an earth-shaking explosion. It was already dusk, and the setting sun, which was about to sink below the horizon, emitted a soft light, which sprinkled on his skinny body, giving him a long-lost sense of warmth.
In the reflection of the setting sun, two monks in white clothes and with flying swords under their feet were fighting in mid-air, sometimes with sparks flying and sometimes with frost flying.
At first, Ke An thought it was an illusion before his death. He felt nothing inside and just watched quietly.
But when the raging fire started by the two monks almost burned him, he suddenly woke up, raised his right hand like dry wood with all his strength, stretched it towards the sky, his cracked lips trembled slightly, and made an indecipherable sound.
He was so weak that he couldn't even utter a simple sentence. The sound he made with all his strength was not even as loud as that of a newborn baby.
The two monks were still fighting in the air, completely unaware that a dying mortal was asking them for help.
Ke An was in despair again. He leaned on the steps, breathing weakly. His mind was a mess and he didn't even know what he was thinking.
Anyway, at least he was still alive and did not die in the dream.
Ke An used all his strength to keep his eyes open. Even though heavy rain fell and the wind was howling, he refused to close his eyes.
Even mortals as weak as ants have tempers.
God didn't take this thief away at the beginning, so he will never be able to take his life again!
Ke An didn't know why he was being stubborn. It was obvious that he was at the end of his strength and had one foot on the verge of death.
He was obviously alone and had no worries. If he died, he would die and no one would care.
After an unknown amount of time, Ke An's head was suddenly lifted up by a warm big hand, and a dark face appeared in front of his hazy eyes.
"Master, he's still breathing and alive!"
Beside the steps, a fat and big-eared wealthy businessman held an antique in his left hand and pinched his mustache with his right hand. He looked at Ke An, who was now skinny and bony, with interest and nodded slightly.
"This kid is really lucky. Almost everyone within a hundred miles has died, but he's the only one still breathing."
"Shun Gen, give him something to stutter, so he can open his mouth and talk."
The abdomen, which had been empty for who knows how long, finally swelled up again.
Although Ke An still felt unusually weak, he no longer felt cold all over.
He could clearly feel his heart beating loudly, pumping warm blood throughout his body.
After Ke An regained his strength, he chatted with the rich businessman for a while.
When the rich businessman heard the reason why Ke An built this staircase, an expression of approval that was hard to conceal appeared in his eyes, and he couldn't help but raise his hands and applaud Ke An.
"In my life, I've seen many people complain about the gods, but they only dare to do so with their mouths. During festivals, they will still kneel down and kowtow to the gods, praying for peace."
"This is the first time in my life that I've seen someone who dares to ascend to the sky and take action!"
The wealthy businessman admired Ke An's extraordinary pride and perseverance. Before leaving, he left him a handful of gold and told him that the natural disaster was over and that people would move here soon.
This dead place may soon come alive again.
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