The steps were as white as jade, and were carved with strange totems and symbols.
The fireflies flew quickly up the stairs and disappeared in a few blinks of an eye.
"Looks like we have to go up the stairs!"
Ye Feng took a deep breath and comforted himself that the end was just above the stairs.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
The melodious and ancient bell sounds came from the horizon, magnificent and majestic!
Every time Ye Feng walked up a step, a bell would ring, one bell for each step!
"How does this look like a devout believer on a pilgrimage?"
Ye Feng found his own thoughts funny. He did not believe in gods or demons, nor would he kowtow with every step like a pilgrim.
"One Hundred and One"
"Three Hundred and Five"
"Six Hundred and Fifty-Seven"
…
"Nine Hundred and Ninety-One"
Ye Feng walked up and down the stairs, stopping and starting, counting the number of steps he had walked up in his mind.
Nine hundred and ninety-nine!
This was measured by Ye Feng step by step. He didn't know how long he had been walking. When he was tired, he would sit on the stairs to rest, and then continue walking after he had rested.
When he crossed the last step, the view above the stairs was unobstructed.
But what he didn't expect was that the scenery didn't change much, it was still just desolate white. He thought there would be a different scenery.
There was no towering, majestic and solemn building as imagined, only desolate white and a human figure surrounded by blue fireflies.
"You're here?"
This time the sound no longer came from my ear, but from the human figure not far away.
Ye Feng hesitated a little. He felt that the other party knew him when he heard "You are here", but he definitely did not know such a person in his impression.
"You're here?"
Ye Feng was still hesitating when an irresistible force pushed him towards the figure.
"Fuck, get north!"
Ye Feng was finally forced by that force to stop in front of that person, his skin was withered and he looked very old.
"You're here?"
The old man stared at Ye Feng with his cloudy eyes, as if he wanted to confirm something. In this situation, Ye Feng could only bite the bullet and answer:
"I am coming!"
“You’re here!”
A gleam of light suddenly flashed in the old man's cloudy eyes, his withered skin became plump, and his originally thin body became sturdy and strong at this moment.
What the hell?
Old people become middle-aged?!
Ye Feng stared in amazement at the old man in front of him who was originally hanging on to his last breath and instantly turned into a middle-aged man full of energy. Is this world so magical?
"Five hundred years, as expected, you finally came."
"What's your name, warrior?"
"This old man is Wang Yangming!"
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