The 1,024th floor. Ke An never thought that he could build the stairs to this level.
And as the number of stairs increased, his body became more and more relaxed, and the white hair on his head gradually turned back to black.
He felt a surge of pure energy flowing through his body, giving him immense strength that was once unimaginable.
With this power, he can go for long periods of time without sleep or food.
If you feel tired, just sit cross-legged and mobilize the pure energy to circulate in your body, and all your fatigue will be swept away in an instant.
On the 1,108th floor, Ke An was working hard to build the stairs when suddenly a faint shout came from below.
The voice was very weak and vague, like a dying person calling out with all his strength.
Ke An hurried down the stairs and saw an old man in tattered clothes and looking skinny.
At first, Ke An didn't recognize him, he just felt that the old man looked a little familiar.
It was not until the old man pulled Ke An's sleeve, burst into tears, and choked up to reveal his identity that Ke An realized that the old man was the wealthy businessman who admired his perseverance, gave him a full meal, and rewarded him with a handful of gold.
The wealthy businessmen of the past had countless wealth and ate delicious food every day. No matter where they went, they were always followed by a few strong servants.
Now he is so thin that his bones are visible. When he sees an ordinary scallion pancake, his mouth waters and he gobbles it up.
After learning more about the situation, Ke An found out that the rich businessman's family business was destroyed in a natural disaster. He wanted to start over, but was cheated by unscrupulous people and fell into debt, and he could never get back on his feet.
He has been begging on the streets for more than twenty years. Although he is poor, he can at least survive.
But in the past two years, natural disasters have occurred frequently and many people have starved to death in the city. He could only come to the countryside and pray that the villagers would give him something to eat.
But after a few months, the villagers could no longer afford to eat, and they all fled with their families. He was so hungry that he had no choice but to come to the bottom of the stairs, holding on to a glimmer of hope, and calling Ke An's name.
The rich businessman thought that Ke An must not be on the steps at this time, and even if he was still there, he definitely had no food.
But what surprised him was that Ke An not only stood on the steps, but also ate a lot.
These foods were all saved by Ke An. Since he built the stairs to the thousandth level, he no longer needed to eat, so the food he had prepared before was kept.
The rich businessman ate the simple food with relish while telling Ke An his story.
Ke An was not shy and told him about his past.
When talking about happy things, the two of them couldn't help but smile, but when talking about sad things, they would lower their heads tacitly and remain silent.
The two people who had not seen each other for many years became good friends who could talk about anything. The lonely road that Ke An had embarked on was also added with a touch of color because of the appearance of the wealthy businessman.
But this road is ultimately lonely, and beautiful memories will only exist in a small fragment.
On the 1,282nd floor, the wealthy businessman was ill, but before he died, he acted like nothing had happened and talked to Ke An about this and that.
It was not until his face became stiff, he could no longer utter a word, and his body gradually became cold that Ke An realized that he had passed away.
Ke An was very sad. He buried the rich businessman's body in a piece of land next to the steps and looked at the grave for a long time without saying a word.
As the morning light broke, Ke An sighed, left the tomb, and once again stepped onto the towering ladder to heaven.
On the 1,724th floor, Ke An hadn't walked down the stairs for a long, long time, perhaps a few years, or perhaps more than ten years.
He always couldn't help missing the girl and imagining how she was doing now.
He didn't know many people. The rich businessman had passed away, and the only one left was the girl who once sat on the steps and watched him silently.
When the girl came to see him before, he never dared to ask her name. He always felt that if he remembered her name, he would never be able to forget her in this life.
But now he realized that even if he didn't know their names, once some people broke into his world, they would never disappear.
On the 2589th floor, Ke An suddenly woke up from his dream, as if he had anticipated something and felt extremely panicked.
He ran down the stairs like a flash, searching frantically for the girl in his memory, but he couldn't find her.
Ke An was walking on the street in a daze, when suddenly he felt something in his heart and turned his head to look at a small hill outside the city.
When he stepped onto the hill, fine raindrops fell from the gray sky, and the flashing lightning reflected a cold tomb.
This grave has no tombstone and lies alone in the mountains and forests. A small wooden comb is stuck on the grave mound.
Ke An took off the wooden comb tremblingly, and looked at the line of small words engraved on it, tears gradually blurring his eyes.
"Ke'an, I said I wouldn't wait for you anymore, but... I didn't do it."
Ke An didn't know how he got through the day. He just felt so painful that he could hardly breathe, as if countless knives were cutting his flesh.
He sat quietly beside the girl's grave, stroking the small wooden comb over and over again, and was unwilling to leave for a long time.
From the moment he started building the ladder to heaven, no matter who he met or what happened, he would eventually step firmly onto the steps and walk towards that lonely road.
But at this moment, he felt completely hopeless and didn't want to do anything. Even the stairs that he had spent his whole life working on could not make him turn back.
Day and night alternate, spring goes and autumn comes, year after year.
He had forgotten how long he had been sitting here. Perhaps in a few years, he would die of old age and become a pile of dry bones that no one cared about.
"Do you think that running away can solve all problems?"
"She is still waiting for you, but you are like a coward, overwhelmed by pain, standing still and giving up your life's persistence."
An inexplicable voice suddenly rang in Ke An's ears, like a thunderbolt exploding in his brain, waking him up instantly. His heart, which was about to stop beating, also became active again at this moment.
"She... is still waiting for me..."
Ke An suddenly stood up from the snow pile, looked around, and saw nothing.
"Go back. This road is far more magnificent than you can imagine. When you go far enough, you will naturally be able to overturn everything and reverse yin and yang."
"By then, resurrecting a mortal will be just a matter of raising a hand."
For some reason, Ke An believed in this mysterious voice, as if he had received its guidance countless times before.
He returned to the towering staircase again, and step by step, he continued to build the staircase towards the sky.
On the 6872nd floor, Ke An no longer remembered how long he had stayed on the stairs. He only remembered that natural disasters had occurred frequently over the years, and the area within a hundred miles had become a dead zone. No one had been there for a long time.
He had witnessed the natural disaster, suffered a lot, and almost starved to death in the famine.
It is also because of this that when he saw disasters rampant on the earth and the suffering of all living things, he felt extremely anxious and couldn't wait to ascend to heaven.
He felt that perhaps he was the only one in the world who could end this endless disaster and bring peace to the people.
He gritted his teeth and sped up the construction of the steps, getting closer and closer to the heaven above the sky.
On the 9,752nd floor, several white-robed monks were flying swords and fighting in the air. The sharp sword energy almost cut the steps several times.
Ke An was immediately enraged and slapped the white-robed monks. The flying swords instantly turned into a pile of scrap metal.
The monks were frightened out of their wits and hurriedly landed on the steps, kneeling down to apologize to Ke An.
Once upon a time, Ke An could only watch the monks fighting in the sky from afar, and was frightened by the strange visions created by the aftermath of their battle.
And now, with just a casual slap of his hand, he could instantly destroy the flying swords that these cultivators were so proud of, frightening them so much that they knelt down and kowtowed.
Seeing these pale and trembling monks, Ke An suddenly realized that he might have already left the realm of mortals.
Even some powerful monks may not be able to reach his current level.
However, even though he has left his mortal body, this journey has only just begun.
On the 17,642nd floor, Ke An built the stairs faster and faster, and he didn't need any external materials at all. As long as he drew out the spiritual energy in his body, he could naturally cast the stairs.
With the blessing of his power, the originally ordinary steps became sacred, and countless monks came here to step onto this wonder and take a look.
But these monks would often break out in sweat, gasp for breath, and turn pale after taking a few steps, and they would have no choice but to retreat.
Even some well-known strong men would only take a few hundred steps before their legs would tremble and they would be defeated.
Almost every day, there were monks shouting at the bottom of the stairs, wanting to worship Ke An as their master and become his last disciple, but he never paid any attention to these people. He continued to concentrate on building the stairs, walking towards the distance step by step.
On the 35,781st floor, Ke An no longer needed to build stairs. He just had to lift his foot and step up, and a whole new floor would appear out of thin air.
But at the same time, the pressure from Heaven was also increasing at an extremely terrifying rate.
Heaven is a sacred place in this world, and generally only monks who have been guided can successfully ascend there.
If you want to reach the heaven by your own strength, you must withstand the pressure exerted by the entire heaven and reach the top step by step.
This has never happened in the history of Blue Star. Even the living immortals in secular legends may not be able to do it.
Walking on more than 30,000 steps, Ke An could already clearly feel the terrifying pressure from heaven.
But there was no sign of retreat on his face, only determination!
Now that he has embarked on this path, no matter how many difficulties and obstacles he encounters, no matter how many bumps and setbacks he faces, Ke An will definitely reach the end.
On the 76,128th floor, a golden-winged Roc came tearing through the clouds, looking extremely terrified.
Behind it, an extremely huge turbid dragon poked its head out from the clouds, its eyes full of mockery.
This golden-winged roc was extremely powerful. Once, with just a flap of its wings, it smashed a powerful monk who raised a group of dragons into pieces of meat.
But today, in front of the turbid dragon that blocked out the sky, it was so humble and so frightened.
Ke An didn't want to get involved in this matter, but the direction in which the Golden-Winged Roc escaped just happened to pass through the steps.
In order to prevent it from posing a threat to the steps, Ke An reached out and pulled out the turbid dragon hidden among the sea of clouds.
The extremely powerful Turbid Dragon was like a small loach in Ke An's hands. It was frightened and lost its mind. It twisted its body and tried to escape.
Ke An flicked his index finger, and Zhuolong lost half his life in an instant. His eyes rolled back, he lay motionless, and fell into a coma.
This reminded Ke An that his current power was too strong and to some extent beyond the rules. He needed to control his strength, otherwise it would easily cause large-scale biological extinction.
When the Golden-Winged Roc saw the Turbid Dragon falling into Ke An's hands like a toy, he was so scared that he fled in panic, fearing that if he was a little slower, Ke An would roast him over the fire and eat him.
It could never have imagined that several years ago, when Ke An was still a weak mortal, he had seen it showing its power in the sky.
At that time, who could have imagined that an ordinary mortal could reach this point?
On the 99,999th floor, after countless years of perseverance, Ke An was finally able to touch the heaven.
When the one hundred thousandth step appeared before him, an ancient Taoist bell fell at his feet.
At this time, Ke An was already infinitely close to becoming a true immortal, but this short distance blocked him, preventing him from condensing his immortal energy and transforming from a mortal into an immortal.
If you want to blast open the immortal gate and become a true immortal, you must ring the Taoist bell three times.
But after Ke An knocked twice, the third knock was delayed.
At this time, Yang Fan outside the Blue Star saw this scene and couldn't help but sigh, feeling a little regretful.
This was Ke An's 384th attempt to reach the realm of true immortality. He had failed halfway before and had not been able to set foot in heaven. This time was the closest he had ever been to becoming a true immortal.
But no matter how close the distance is, if you have not truly stepped into the realm of true immortality, you will never be an immortal, and your level on Blue Star will always be stuck at level nine and cannot rise to level ten.
And Yang Fan also does not have the power to expel the God of Creation, and his consciousness will continue to be eroded until it is completely swallowed up.
"Haha...all the life on this planet is nothing more than a toy in the hands of the Creator God. How ridiculous that you pin your last hope on them!"
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