Song Tingwan started repeatedly reciting merits again.
This was how I saved my father before, and later, when I encountered many things, I tried to use my merits to break through the impasse.
She's already quite adept at moving things.
Before entering the underground palace, one could sense that the tense atmosphere between heaven and earth had become even more stagnant.
With the external situation turning against them, Song Tingwan and A Yao exchanged thoughts and tacitly quickened their movements.
The process is abnormally slow.
It was easy at first.
The further one goes, the more difficult it becomes for one's divine sense to proceed.
However, some merit remains.
Neither Song Tingwan nor Song Siyao could know, nor could Gan Di predict, whether the ascension would still be successful if the Heavenly Ladder was flawed.
The two sisters were so engrossed in their thoughts that they lost track of time.
Before I knew it, three months had passed.
Like the long period after his companions died, Gandhi sat alone by the door for three whole months.
I wonder if it's because I'm getting old, but my thoughts just can't help but wander.
Gandi recalled his past.
If he hadn't participated in the battle to intercept the gods ten thousand years ago, perhaps he would still be a Xuanming Turtle who could live a very long life.
Perhaps it will lie in the sea and sleep for a thousand years.
Without the passage of time, it would not have been able to sustain the lives of so many people.
He is also the least turtle-like member of the Xuanming Turtle clan.
He was born a restless person, and when he reached the age to leave his clan, he did not hesitate to venture out on his own.
I met a lot of people.
He was also locked up and bled.
However, there were also chivalrous people who rescued him and taught him how to judge people.
Later, he pondered that since his tortoise shell was hard, he needed to cultivate a way to attack.
With such offensive and defensive capabilities, wouldn't they be invincible!
When it comes to skill, Kendo is the top choice in any era.
He was a tortoise who went to practice swordsmanship.
Others laughed, saying, "You turtles are so slow, how can you learn swordsmanship?"
A fox flew past him, taking advantage of his clumsiness with a sword.
He was considered lively among the turtles, but compared to these naturally agile species, he was no match.
He practiced, practiced relentlessly.
You may be talented, but I live a long life.
Even if you all die, I can still continue practicing my swordsmanship.
I am the best in the world!
With this belief in mind, Gandi devoted himself wholeheartedly to learning.
No one was willing to take him in, so he traveled while learning, and asked sword cultivators for guidance whenever he encountered them.
Some people found it interesting and offered him some pointers, while others looked down on the turtle clan for learning swordsmanship. He then offered them expensive gifts as a token of his appreciation, and no one would refuse them.
Later, his swordsmanship finally gained fame, and people asked him about his teacher.
Gan Di twirled the sword in his hand and smiled smugly.
—Without sect or school, it gathers the strengths of all schools.
Later, his fame spread throughout the world, and all his contemporaries died.
He continued to wander the world, his kin sleeping one sleep after another. After reaching the summit, he felt it was meaningless and began to learn talismans and formations.
Gan Di's life was very long. After entering the underground palace, he spent those long, dark days learning talismans and formations from his other companions in the underground palace.
Later, one by one, the people around him died.
He was a restless and uneasy person from birth, and even his spirit had dissipated.
He randomly picked a spot, transformed into his original form, and lay there for thousands of years.
Even now, Gandhi feels that his life has been like a dream.
He's lived a carefree and exciting life, but he's also dug countless graves with his own hands.
His own grave, however, had already been dug before he was brought out of the underground palace today.
Right beside everyone.
Those who came together will naturally leave together.
Gandi gazed at the enormous, luminous ladder to heaven, tears welling in his eyes.
I was lost in thought for a moment, and three months passed in the blink of an eye.
Gandi was lost in his own thoughts when he suddenly sensed something was amiss.
He looked toward the exit of the underground palace and placed a tortoise shell where he had been sitting.
After sitting alone for three months with stiff limbs, the old man slowly moved toward the entrance of the underground palace.
Not long after, Gandi turned back.
"...You two need to hurry, the Six Realms are about to collapse."
Upon returning, the two sisters, exhausted from their intense focus, looked over with pale faces.
"What do you mean, senior?"
Upon hearing this, Song Tingwan sensed something was wrong.
She frowned and asked.
Song Siyao clenched his fists, his face stern as he awaited what was to come.
Gan Di gave them a deep look, “The Flame Abyss overflows, the dragon veins of the human world collapse, those who peer into the heavens suffer a backlash, plants grow in reverse…”
Telepathic communication has failed…
"The Six Realms are in complete chaos, you must hurry."
Song Tingwan and the other woman felt a sinking feeling in their hearts.
"Senior, are you perhaps going out? I have some things here; could you please run an errand for me?"
Song Tingwan took out the storage ring containing most of her pills, took out two to restore her and A Yao's consciousness, and handed the rest to the hunched old man.
With a pleading expression.
In chaotic times, cries of sorrow filled the land.
Song Siyao stood to the side, pursing her lips and remaining silent, her expression not good.
The only way to save the people is for her to continue working hard to repair the Heavenly Ladder.
The woman with the cold expression sat down cross-legged again, calming her mind and clearing away her worries.
The obstacles to the repair of her divine sense were still numerous, but this time, Song Siyao's divine sense carried her own merit and forcefully pushed forward, which allowed her to push that small grain of merit into the Heavenly Ladder.
At the doorway, Gan Di looked at the earnestness in the woman's clear eyes, and his thoughts stirred slightly.
"Perfect timing, I'll go out and take a look at the cultivation world ten thousand years from now."
Gan Di remained silent for a moment before solemnly accepting her storage ring.
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