It encompasses a place that would take one or two days to explore.
The golden light array was activated, and Gan Di, who had not answered them before, turned around, his tone wistful.
“I have been waiting for you here for ten thousand years.”
“I should have died here with my generation long ago, but Heaven took pity on me, and my fellow Daoists poured all their life force into me, allowing me to endure for ten thousand years until you finally arrived.”
"Ten thousand years ago, we also had a powerful celestial observer who foresaw that the gods intended to sever the heavenly ladder. We gathered here, but we could not resist the power of the gods."
"After the Heavenly Ladder was severed, the power of the entire world weakened instantly, and the Star Abyss Power that the God Realm had previously suppressed leaked out, especially our group, who were the first to perish and disappear."
"Just when we were about to die, a merciful god descended and suppressed Xingyuan with his own power. We thought everything would be alright."
"But the figure of that god began to disintegrate. Before disappearing, he looked at us deeply and said that there was still a chance to repair the Heavenly Ladder. The huge fragment of the Heavenly Ladder that fell here is that glimmer of hope."
"But you are tainted by the power of the Star Abyss and will not live much longer. However, a glimmer of hope will appear ten thousand years later."
"It is up to you all to decide."
The god, who left no name behind, vanished into the world with a smile before their eyes.
Even before he disappeared, his eyes still held a love for this world.
It deeply shocked them at the time.
It turns out that even powerful gods are helpless against Xingyuan.
This god sacrificed his life to gain the opportunity to suppress Xingyuan, but they don't have that kind of ability, so they can only do what's in front of them.
The Heavenly Ladder is imbued with the power of the divine realm. Imbuing it brings great fortune, but it also inevitably damages the Heavenly Ladder.
If we want to preserve this sliver of opportunity, we must hold this place at all costs and prevent all living beings from coveting this enormous remnant of the Heavenly Ladder.
At that time, the most powerful forces in the six realms were all here, and if anyone left, there was a risk of information being leaked.
Everyone wanted to preserve this glimmer of hope.
Those who cultivate the Tao, who is not attached to ascending to immortality?
There will be no more ascension.
What a terrifying four words, yet they wanted to hold onto even the slightest hope.
But everyone knows that.
Among these people, there must be someone who covets the power of the remaining fragments.
That's so tempting.
There is no more ascension in this realm.
Once the power of the fragment is used, no one in the Six Realms will be able to defeat him.
With the temptation of dominating the six realms looming ahead, Gan Di and his companions experienced one betrayal and treachery after another.
Some people waver over the years.
Some people are wicked, while others are diligently cultivating their minds and bodies, intending to build a ladder to heaven once again through ascension.
One after another, they rushed forward without hesitation.
In those final days, everyone realized that while life was still alive, the Star Abyss power they had previously acquired was gradually eroding their spiritual cores.
Sooner or later, they will die.
So the group discussed and selected the person among the big shots who was least affected by the power of the Star Abyss, and transferred their life force to him before they died.
That person was Gandhi.
His prototype is a tortoise.
The Xuanming Turtle clan is known for its longevity; consuming its purple blood can add ten years to one's lifespan.
Gandi was cut quite a few times in the beginning.
But after discovering that it was useless against the power of the Star Abyss and that he would die anyway, the once-popular Gan Di finally quieted down.
Later, one by one, the people I knew died.
He silently buried their bodies.
Later, when he spent his days alone in a daze, he also asked himself some questions.
Do you have any regrets?
He had asked this question to other fellow Daoists as well.
"Click—"
My thoughts returned to the present moment.
The gates to the underground palace slowly opened before the three of them.
Gan Di recalled the helpless smile on his face when his last fellow Daoist died in front of him.
—My answer to your question is that I… regret it a little. I wanted to live a life full of excitement, but I can only stay here and guard this boring place for thousands of years.
—The worst part is that if a cultivator never ascends again, even though the Great Dao has been established for millions of years, they cannot make further progress. Just like you and me, it's truly frustrating.
That sliver of hope—I couldn't selfishly give it up.
—The hope for ten thousand years from now depends on you personally leading them in.
—If possible, let them tell future generations to write a thick biography of us, to praise our great sacrifice, haha.
—In the underground palace, I wrote down the life stories of everyone. I tried my best to recall those who sacrificed themselves first, and I asked many people. Most of them had complete records.
—Gandhi, from now on, we're counting on you…
"Should we just go straight in?" Song Siyao was quite unaccustomed to not having to go through any fighting or trials.
The atmosphere is rich and luxurious, with a pleasant fragrance wafting through the air and rows of luminous pearls illuminating the night.
It was as bright as day.
It contrasts sharply with the muddy ground.
Gandi snapped out of his daze and sighed.
I've been getting distracted a lot lately; it seems my days are numbered.
"Let's go." Gan Di walked ahead unhurriedly.
Song Tingwan put away the lantern she was carrying and followed closely behind with her sister.
But the further they walked, the more surprised they became, and the more dumbfounded they were.
Ancient spiritual plants grew like weeds by the roadside, and the rich, fragrant aroma of the ancient wine cellar was so strong that even Song Tingwan, who didn't like wine, took a deep breath.
There were also ancient crystal artifacts, displayed like decorations along the way.
The underground palace truly lives up to its name; it is an extremely luxurious palace, surpassing even the Cloud Palace in its extravagance.
Gan Di turned around unintentionally, saw their expressions, and gave a belated smile.
"You don't think that we, the proud venerable ones, are just sitting around doing nothing, do you?"
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