With such a character, no matter how far she can go, it at least proves that Mo Yaya is qualified to join the immortal sect.

Before Mo Yaya could come to her senses, the surrounding scene disappeared like a phantom, and the villagers in front of her turned into smoke and dust.

"Xiao Hai! Uncle!"

Mo Yaya was horrified and reached out to grab them, but unfortunately she could only grab a handful of dirt.

When the phantom dissipated, another scene replaced it.

The jade buildings and the idyllic gardens are so beautiful that the word "fairy" cannot fully describe them.

Look overhead, there are flocks of cranes flying by; look in front of you, there are immortals guarding the gate of heaven with their eyes closed.

The vast spiritual energy passed through her body without leaving any trace, and Mo Yaya felt as if she was in another world.

A pale-faced scholar stepped forward, bowed, and asked with a smile, "Little sister, are you here to join the immortal sect as well?"

"Fairy Zi Yan has such a strong desire to pursue the truth that we are really ashamed of ourselves."

"I was also a mortal back then. It was only by chance that I had the chance to become an immortal. But when I was eight years old, I seemed to still be playing in the mud."

"Fairy Zi Yan's Dao heart is indeed respectable, but it seems to be a little worse than the Demon Emperor when he was nine years old."

"Why do you bring this up? It's OK as long as I'm better than you."

Everyone in the hall was talking about this. At this moment, they were just discussing their own opinions and had no prejudice against the king himself and Jiang Zhige's identity as the Demon Emperor.

Qu Yun, who was not far away, had a gloomy expression on his face. The hundreds of powerful men in the hall had completely forgotten why they appeared in the Xuancang Holy Land, and were actually discussing the scenes in light and shadow as if they were watching a play.

You know, this is the memory of the Demon Emperor Jiang Zhige. Can it be compared with singing an opera?

If this continues, I guess everyone will just keep a normal mind and not regard Jiang Zhige as the unforgivable Demon Emperor.

The scenes in the main memory are all memories of Nangong Rou and Mo Ziyan. They have nothing to do with murder and arson, let alone the key to causing everyone to besiege the Xuancang Holy Land.

The reason why everyone risked their lives to besiege the Xuancang Holy Land was mainly because Jiang Zhige had intended to destroy the heavens, absorb the power of one realm for his own use, and join forces with the three Demon Emperors from other realms to open up a demon world.

Now, their memories have nothing to do with these things, nor are there any memories that can help them understand the great Dao, let alone the scenes of Jiang Zhige killing people and setting fires. Everyone can only watch the show for now.

Mo Yaya came back to her senses after hearing the voice. She turned to look at the pale-faced scholar and murmured, "No, Yaya wants to find an immortal."

"Looking for it? Once you enter the Immortal Gate, you are already an immortal. Why would you need to look for it?"

The pale-faced scholar burst out laughing. Anyone who could come here was qualified and had the hope of becoming an immortal. Mo Yaya was too unconfident.

Listening to the words of the pale-faced scholar, Mo Yaya still felt as if she couldn't recover from her daze.

Where did the villagers go? Where is this place? So many questions troubled her.

“The hour has come, all of you, come before me.”

At this moment, a sound like a huge bell came from the front.

The pale-faced scholar looked surprised. The immortal was indeed an immortal. His voice could be heard so far away.

Mo Yaya also looked up and saw about a thousand steps in front of her. Above the steps was a door suspended in the air, and a white-haired old man was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the door.

Mo Yaya suddenly became excited and climbed up the stairs in a hurry.

The pale-faced scholar couldn't help but laugh. Mo Yaya was so unconfident before, but now she was the first one to walk up the stairs.

The stairs are very dense, and one can cross three or four steps in one step. For ordinary people, these one thousand stairs are neither too many nor too few.

There were probably dozens of qualified people around, and they all walked relatively easily, except for eight-year-old Mo Yaya, who walked with difficulty.

Even though she tried her best to cross her legs, she could only walk up two flights of stairs. She was exhausted and out of breath after just a few steps. It would probably take her until dark to finish walking up a thousand flights of stairs.

Soon a strong man walked to the door first. He thought he would be praised, but the white-haired old man didn't even raise his eyelids.

The white-haired old man flicked his finger and shot a ray of light at the strong man, and many veins suddenly flashed on his body.

"Seventeen spiritual roots, enter the outer gate, stand on the left."

The sturdy man didn't quite understand, but still stood obediently to the left side of the door.

The next person followed, and the white-haired old man emitted a ray of spiritual light as usual, and the same veins flashed around his body.

"Twenty-one spiritual roots, enter the outer gate, stand on the left."

The people who were still walking up the stairs were secretly puzzled. The second person clearly had twenty-one spiritual roots, but there was no difference between him and the first person? Dozens of people took turns to accept the spiritual light test of the white-haired old man. Unfortunately, without exception, they were all from the outer sect, so there was a crowd standing on the left, but no one on the right.

After an unknown amount of time, it was the turn of a beautiful girl in an emerald green sari dress.

This woman has a noble temperament and fair skin, and she definitely holds an extraordinary status in the secular world.

The spiritual light fell on her, flashing with intricate veins, and ordinary people could not tell how many there were.

The white-haired old man slightly opened his eyes and nodded, "Fifty-six spiritual roots, enter the inner gate and stand on the right."

The beautiful girl looked surprised and ran to the right side of the door with brisk steps.

The people standing on the left couldn't help but feel envious. Even without looking at the white-haired old man's expression, they knew that the beautiful girl's talent was better than theirs.

There are a total of fifty-six spiritual roots, more than twice as many people on the left.

The next one was the pale-faced scholar. The white-haired old man’s spiritual power fell on him, and his body actually shone with a light that was brighter than that of the beautiful girl.

Everyone was even more astonished. The brighter the light, the more spiritual roots there were.

The white-haired old man opened his eyes and looked at the pale-faced scholar, and said with satisfaction: "Not bad, sixty-seven spiritual roots, enter the inner gate and stand on the right."

"Thank you, Elder."

The pale-faced scholar bowed and, suppressing his excitement, stood beside the beautiful girl.

The beautiful girl has peach blossoms in her eyes, the pale-faced scholar has a handsome appearance and better talent than her, and they happened to be admitted to the immortal sect together. She can already imagine the beautiful love between herself and the pale-faced scholar.

The pale-faced scholar didn't care about her thoughts. He looked at Mo Yaya who was still climbing the stairs, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

Now only Mo Yaya was still climbing the stairs, and she had just finished halfway. The white-faced scholar was thinking of waiting for her, which was why he climbed to the top so slowly.

Anyone could see that Mo Yaya was not only young, but also extremely weak, as if she had never had a full meal since she was a child.

The white-haired old man did not go to help Mo Yaya, nor was he in a hurry, but waited quietly.

As everyone was new to the Immortal Sect, even if they were impatient, they would not show it and could only wait with the white-haired old man.

It was not until it was almost dark that Mo Yaya, who was almost exhausted, climbed up.