Climb the ladder to heaven.
Today is the day the sect recruits disciples, a once-in-a-decade event, and a huge crowd gathers on the steps that connect the ground to the sky.
Elegant gowns and fairy skirts, or tattered clothes, regardless of wealth or poverty.
The white jade staircase leading to heaven is tall and majestic, inspiring awe in those who behold it.
Some people walk with ease and light steps, while others walk with difficulty, as if on a rock.
Some monks, dressed in expensive robes, strode confidently upwards, while others, proud young women, chatted and laughed as they reached the summit.
Even more numerous are those who fall to the bottom, unable to take a single step for hours, yet refusing to give up.
The tears of joy at the summit and the disappointment at the bottom are undoubtedly unsettling.
"I've heard that reaching the summit earlier makes it easier to gain the favor of the elders, Si Yao, so you don't need to worry about me."
At the upper part of the Heavenly Ladder, two female cultivators walked hand in hand. One was thin but had a stubborn look on her face, and she walked up step by step with ease. The woman next to her had a beautiful face, like a goddess who had drifted down from the clouds and pines, and was unforgettable.
The two were dressed in robes made by Yunshang, but both were thin. The younger one, though wearing brocade, had a taut jaw and was so frail that it seemed he couldn't support the clothes on his body.
But she stubbornly held onto the hand of the beautiful girl beside her, refusing to listen to her advice.
The woman being helped was no more than twenty years old. Among the cultivators who were dressed in light clothing, her heavy, snow-white cloak stood out. Her shoulders and neck were thin, and her face was as white as paper, as if she were about to faint from weakness at any moment.
He was able to get this far only because of the help he received from those around him.
"Stop talking nonsense and save your energy to walk faster." Song Siyao was a little annoyed, but she tightened her grip on her arm.
Following her momentum, Song Tingwan stepped up a step, her body heavy and weak, utterly exhausted.
But glancing sideways at her younger sister, whom she had just found less than a month ago, she smiled gently, her pale lips curved into a smile.
Whether it's a dragon or a phoenix, they all seem to have a bit of a temper.
However, this is her own sister. Song Tingwan has read about her life in the book and feels deeply for her. She may seem like a little hedgehog, but in reality, she longs for family affection.
A month ago, the father found Song Siyao, who had been missing for many years, from outside.
She is her biological younger sister, born of the same mother.
The moment I saw her, countless images rushed into my mind.
She was in a coma for a full two weeks.
In her dream, she and her father were consumed and struggled by the infernal flames that ravaged their clan.
And those clansmen who were usually sarcastic or kind all perished in that fire.
It was as if she had witnessed it with her own eyes; the horrific scene left her breathless.
She adopted the protagonist's perspective, empathizing with her sister's emotions, watching 'me' being sent out of the Cloud Hidden Clan's barrier, and watching 'me' climb to the highest point step by step, leaving bloody marks in her wake, all in pursuit of revenge.
With all his relatives and friends dead, Song Siyao was paved with blood and flesh to become a powerful figure, and even the youngest ascended cultivator in the cultivation world.
But until the moment of ascension, I was never happy for a single moment.
Unable to shake off the resentment and regret, I failed to ascend and perished in the tribulation of the nine heavens.
A great dream begins, a great dream ends.
Sweating profusely, Song Tingwan sat up abruptly, realizing with shock that she had transmigrated into a book and become the protagonist's sickly older sister who died young in a cultivation novel.
The protagonist is Song Siyao, her younger sister whom she and her father's clan had been searching for for sixteen years.
She transmigrated to the cultivation world twenty years ago and was born into the womb of the wife of the high priest of the reclusive Yunyin Clan.
The mother died unexpectedly while pregnant with twins. Perhaps out of maternal love, she left behind a trace of spiritual power that protected the two babies in her womb.
Later, thanks to a senior's miraculous device, the fetus was saved and had a sliver of hope.
She was so weak that she almost didn't make it to birth. The elders of the Cloud Hidden Clan saw that things were not good, so they had no choice but to discuss using their spiritual power to cut her out first.
She was born unable to cry, and later became physically weak, just like an ordinary person without any cultivation. She would catch a cold from the wind and needed to eat when she was hungry.
Her mother's body was nurtured in the forbidden area for a period of time. When she was four years old, the last trace of her spiritual energy dissipated after her mother gave birth to her younger sister. The divine artifact shattered into dust, and her mother passed away completely and was buried.
Meanwhile, her newborn sister was still in swaddling clothes when the Cloud Hidden Clan was thrown into turmoil, and she went missing.
The father was devastated by the loss of his wife and youngest daughter, but he still had to pull himself together to take care of her.
She was a frail girl unlike any other in the entire Yunyin clan. If her father hadn't been a priest of the Yunyin clan, she would probably have been shunned by the entire clan.
Even though... despite her father's status as a priest, she was still ostracized by all her peers.
Life within the clan was difficult, but it couldn't stop the father and daughter from searching for their sister and daughter, a search that lasted for sixteen years.
Finally, they found Song Siyao, who had been wandering outside, in the chaotic city.
When they looked back, they found a thin, weak girl with weak cultivation fighting in the arena. In this chaotic place, human life was as worthless as grass.
Covered in blood, she expressionlessly swung her fists, delivering brutal blows to the man who had almost killed her.
She was born frail, and her father, upon receiving news of his youngest daughter, did not inform her but instead led his clansmen to fetch her.
According to his cousin, his father watched his daughter fighting desperately in the arena, and tears streamed down his face with heartache.
The Cloud Hidden Clan is born noble, so why should they be imprisoned and forced to fight like wild beasts?
Upon receiving news that her father had brought her younger sister back, she rushed to the Cloud Hidden Barrier to wait, but as soon as she looked up, before she could even see her sister clearly, she fainted.
When Song Tingwan woke up, she was in a daze. Looking at her tired father guarding her bedside and the girl standing straight and distant beside her, the destruction of her family, the deaths of her and her father, and the collapse of Si Yao were all very clear in her mind.
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