"You think you control everything, but in reality, the role you play in the development of civilization is only a small part."
"All life on the planet is alive, with its own thoughts, emotions, and determination."
"The Creator God can only adjust the direction of civilization's development at most. What civilization will actually develop into and how far it can go depends on them!"
"Just watch carefully, they will definitely create a miracle you never imagined!"
Yang Fan recalled the development process of Blue Star. Those fresh lives flashed through his mind one by one, making him more determined in his ideas.
If Blue Star wants to be promoted to a level ten planet, it cannot rely on external forces and can only rely on the life on the planet to achieve self-breakthrough.
At this time, Yang Fan's consciousness was extremely weak, and his control over Blue Star was becoming increasingly difficult.
The bewitched monks stormed into the Heavenly Palace, cut off the head of the Emperor of Heaven, and hung it on the Heavenly Gate to show off their power.
More and more evil spirits emerged from the underworld, and countless immortal sects were wiped out by the evil spirits. Only a few second-rate cultivators survived and rebuilt their sects on the ruins.
In order to expand their staff, they had no choice but to swallow their pride and select disciples from among mortals in a high-profile manner. Those with slightly better qualifications would be accepted into the sect.
Due to the deliberate destruction by the God of Creation, the cultivation environment on Blue Star became increasingly harsh, and the concentration of spiritual energy also dropped rapidly, becoming extremely thin.
The monks can only rely on spirit stones to practice, but if they cannot get spiritual energy replenishment, spirit stones are a non-renewable resource and will be completely exhausted in a short time.
The Blue Star is already in danger, and Yang Fan's consciousness has become extremely weak.
With his current strength, he can only allow Ke An to reincarnate once more.
Although Ke An has failed hundreds of times, he is closer to success each time.
The reason why the third Taoist bell was not rung in the last reincarnation was because he felt guilty about the girl, which caused a crack in his Taoist heart and he lost the opportunity to achieve enlightenment and become an immortal.
This time, Yang Fan believed that Ke An would be able to reach the top again, ring the third Tao bell with his flawless Tao heart, blast open the immortal gate, and set foot on the immortal path!
Just like the hundreds of reincarnations before him, Ke An erased his memories and became a mortal boy. Guided by fate, he gradually approached the giant staircase leading directly to heaven...
On Kunshan Mountain, the Tianjian Sect is recruiting disciples. There are huge crowds of people in front of the mountain gate, and it is very lively.
"Come down, you idiot! This road is far more terrifying than you can imagine. Continuing forward is simply courting death!"
"People should have self-knowledge, do what they can do, and not touch things they cannot touch. Your talent is destined to have no chance of becoming an immortal in your lifetime. Why do you insist on resisting your fate?"
"Mortals also have their advantages. Immortal cultivators may not live more freely than mortals. Come down quickly, or you will die." The old man with white hair and a youthful face stroked his beard and said expressionlessly.
"Come back, Ke'an, your family is still waiting for you to go back, don't do anything stupid!" A young man in white shouted.
Ke An looked back, and the face of the person at the bottom of the stairs instantly became clear in his mind.
Most of the people standing at the bottom of the stairs and watching him climb were passersby who were just watching the fun.
They made no secret of their contempt and ridicule for Ke An, treating his climbing the stairs as a joke.
The old man with white hair and youthful face is the elder of Tianjian Sect, responsible for recruiting disciples. Not long ago, he denied Ke An's talent and insisted that he was not cut out for cultivating immortals. He told him to give up the idea and go home as soon as possible.
The young man in white was Ke An's childhood friend, Cao Shan. He was diagnosed as having natural spiritual roots, which attracted praise from the old man with white hair and a youthful face, and the onlookers were also amazed.
Just these three simple words "Heavenly Spiritual Roots" transformed Cao Shan into an immortal that Ke An would never be able to reach in his entire life.
Ke An was very unwilling to accept this. His family owed a huge debt, which he could not repay even if he worked the land for his whole life. The only way to pay off the debt was to become a disciple of the Tianjian Sect and receive subsidies from the sect. Otherwise, he would have to work like a slave for the rest of his life.
After experiencing a heavy blow, Ke An did not become dejected and resign himself to defeat like others. Instead, he chose to take a different approach and stepped onto the giant staircase called the Ascension Terrace.
It is said that as long as one can complete this set of stairs, even if one has very little talent, the Tianjian Sect will accept him as a disciple, because this is the rule set by the founder of the Tianjian Sect.
No one was optimistic about Ke An, and everyone was trying to persuade him to come down, but the more they did so, the more unwilling he became in his heart - he wanted to walk up this flight of stairs and step into the gate of the Tianjian Sect with dignity!
Ke An looked back and saw that both the old man with white hair and youthful face and the young man in white clothes shook their heads, feeling extremely disappointed with Ke An.
Ke An said nothing, but turned around quietly, looked at the giant staircase in front of him that led straight to the sky, raised his leg, and walked up without hesitation.
As soon as he stepped onto the first step, Ke An felt an extremely terrifying pressure surging like a tide, causing him to sweat profusely and his face turned frighteningly pale.
His head was dizzy and he almost fell backwards, but fortunately he adjusted his body in time and stabilized his center of gravity.
It is indeed a hopeless road.
He had only taken one step, but Ke An had this reaction. The stairs ahead were at least tens of thousands of steps long. No wonder the people below the Dengxian Terrace sneered at his behavior.
But what does it matter? Since Ke An has embarked on this path, there is no reason to retreat.
He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, took a deep breath, and continued to walk up without saying a word.
As he took the second step, a feeling of suffocation and fainting suddenly came over him, invading Ke An's brain and depriving him of consciousness.
When he regained consciousness, he was already kneeling on the old and heavy steps. When he looked up, it was already dark.
The previous spectators had long since dispersed, and he was the only one standing on the second step of the immortal platform in the biting cold wind.
"Give up. You don't have the talent for cultivating immortality, so why make it so difficult for yourself? If everything went with the flow, if everything obeyed fate, then those things wouldn't have happened. You...will regret it..."
An old voice came from nowhere, and there was sadness and helplessness in the words.
Ke An didn't recognize the voice, but he felt inexplicably familiar.
Another step forward!
This time, Ke An bit his lip, endured the pressure of fainting, and walked up to the third step.
"Come back. This road of no return doesn't belong to you. Why do you have to go on it?"
The old voice came again, echoing in Ke An's mind.
Ke An said nothing, but responded to the inexplicable voice with practical actions.
Step 4!
Ke An knelt on the steps again. When his dim eyes lit up again, his body had been beaten to pieces by the heavy rain. The biting cold made him tremble violently. His body curled up into a ball, and his forehead was burning hot.
"Oh, is this the limit of human perseverance? I had some hope before."
A man in yellow training clothes passed by on a flying sword. He glanced at Ke An, shook his head, and did not stop.
"Since Dengxiantai was built, no one has ever reached the top."
"The idea of accepting a disciple was just a joke that the Grandmaster once casually said. I never thought someone would actually believe it. It's truly foolish to try to endure the pressure of ascending to the Immortal Stage with a mortal body."
A young woman passed by here, with contempt in her eyes and sharp words without any concealment.
However, at this time, Ke An had already immersed himself in the Ascension Platform, with no distractions in his mind. He did not notice the people passing by, nor did he care what they said or did.
At this moment, all he has in his eyes is the road ahead, and he wants to reach the top step by step.
In the fifth step, Ke An fainted again, but when he woke up he suddenly smiled, with a glimmer in his eyes, because he had understood something, but it was far from enough.
Step six, step seven, step eight...
Ke An forgot about time, emotions, and everything. He only knew to move forward, step by step.
But to his surprise, his childhood friend Cao Shan actually came to see him. That was when he reached the 89th step.
Cao Shan didn't look very well, and he couldn't help sighing, saying that he envied him for being a mortal, especially in this era when the world was about to change.
Fear appeared in Cao Shan's eyes, as if a rabbit with a broken leg met a jackal with a mouth full of sharp teeth - it turned out that immortals could also be afraid.
From then on, Cao Shan often came to see him. This young man, who had risen to fame overnight due to his natural spiritual roots, often had melancholy in his eyes for some reason.
He put aside his genius pride and talked to Ke An calmly, and the conversation lasted for most of the day.
Of course, Ke An would only stop to talk to Cao Shan when he was too weak to move forward, which often made Cao Shan complain. Sometimes, when he was angry, it was common for him not to come to see him for several weeks.
However, Ke An doesn't care about this. He still has a long way to go.
Cao Shan kept sighing and looked listless. Ke An couldn't understand why a peerless genius with natural spiritual roots, who should have been proud and domineering, looked so decadent and desperate?
Whenever Ke An asked about this, Cao Shan's eyes would be filled with dark fear. He would pull out a white bead from his bosom, gently stroke it with his hand, and say in a trembling voice: When I die, it will come back to life...
Ke An didn't understand what this sentence meant. He only knew that Cao Shan was cold all over when he said this, like a dead person.
No matter what, the road must be walked, no matter how long or far it is.
Everyone has his or her own path, and everyone wants to reach the end of the path. However, when reaching the end, one often suddenly wakes up - the path is over, and life is over too.
As spring goes and autumn comes, time slips away through our fingers bit by bit.
Ke An didn't know how long he had been walking. He only knew that when he reached the 372nd step, news suddenly arrived from the sect—three of their geniuses had tragically died in battle in the secret realm of the Empty Valley, swallowed by a vicious dragon, leaving no trace of their bodies...
Ke An was stunned when he heard the news, because Cao Shan hadn't come to see him in a long time. How long had it been? Maybe a month, maybe a year, maybe three years?
A stream of hot tears instantly welled up in Ke An's eyes, so much so that he retracted his foot which had already stepped forward - he knew that Cao Shan was dead.
Ke An sat down on the steps, looking at the place where Cao Shan often appeared. In a trance, he seemed to see the young man who should have been proud of himself but was full of sorrow.
A ceremony to commemorate Cao Shan and several other fallen monks was held at the foot of the Dengxian Terrace. No one shed tears, no one sighed, only indifference and ruthlessness.
On the path of cultivating immortality, one must fight against heaven and earth, and death is absolutely normal.
What's more, this era is different from any previous era. It is developing in an extremely desperate direction. No one knows whether they will be the next to die, and no one is in the mood to grieve for the death of others.
Ke An stared blankly at the cold and rigid memorial ceremony. Suddenly, a surge of intense sadness and anger surged in his heart, causing him to clench his fists and suddenly stand up from the steps.
No one paid attention to this mortal. All the monks left with indifference after the short memorial ceremony. Only the old man who had tested their spiritual roots looked up at him.
Ke An knew that this old man with white hair and youthful face was Cao Shan's master, but for some reason, Cao Shan never wanted to mention him in front of Ke An, nor talk about anything related to him.
The old man with white hair and a youthful face actually became younger than before. Most of the wrinkles on his face disappeared, and even his snow-white hair was stained with some black.
Ke An just felt strange about this, but when he saw the white beads hanging around the old man's neck, his face changed instantly - this was the bead that Cao Shan had taken out before.
The old man with white hair and a youthful face saw the expression on Ke An's face, grinned, touched the white beads hanging around his neck, and said:
"Cao Shan, he's a good kid. It's just a pity that this world doesn't like good people..."
"Don't blame me. The world was bound to become like this sooner or later. I just took this step earlier. The things the other old guys are preparing are much more ruthless than mine."
"Here, Cao Shan has lived well for at least thirty years, right? I once told you that mortals have their advantages, while immortal cultivators... often do not die well."
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