In the blink of an eye.
The bright moon hangs high, shining alone on the Heavenly Ladder.
The solitary figure seemed capable of plucking the moon with a single hand and drifting away on the wind.
How long Song Siyao walked, braving the stars and moon, remained silent throughout the six realms; all living beings watched as long as she walked.
As dawn approached, the increasingly slow-moving people struggled to lift their legs, only to be crushed in the next instant.
Fortunately, Song Siyao managed to brace himself with his sword, preventing him from kneeling down.
A shadow fell over Song Siyao's eyes; he found it somewhat amusing.
When I first entered the sect and climbed the Heavenly Ladder, it was also a way of climbing the tower to get the Heavenly Bamboo for my elder sister.
She's become incredibly skilled at climbing ladders.
Thanks to the previous two times, she was able to keep her composure and forge ahead even under pressure.
Song Siyao chuckled to herself, then took another step forward.
But after climbing two more steps, the illusory image of the Heavenly Ladder did not appear as before.
Song Siyao was taken aback.
It's finally here.
She touched the bracelet on her wrist; it was her elder sister's mustard seed space.
Song Tingwan below raised an eyebrow and said in a deep voice, "They're here."
Everyone knew what she meant by "I've come".
In an instant, a heavy atmosphere swept across the six realms.
We've reached the point where the Heavenly Ladder breaks.
Life and death in the six realms are determined in this calamity.
Song Siyao, who carried the hopes of countless people, glanced down with a sense of unease.
All living beings are within sight.
When the moment actually arrived, she found herself remarkably calm.
Song Siyao stroked his elder sister's mustard seed space and released the fragments of the Heavenly Ladder from it.
The bed-sized piece of debris floated into the air the moment it appeared, and continued to grow larger.
Then, like falling stars, it transformed into countless points of mysterious power that extended upwards from before her eyes.
The solid ladder to heaven stretches all the way to the clouds.
Everyone, including Song Siyao, thought that the clouds were the end.
Song Siyao, who had just been forced to kneel under duress, walked up the steps they had retrieved with unusual ease.
Aside from the powerful figures at the Tribulation Transcending stage, everyone else was overjoyed, believing that Sword Saint Si Yao was about to succeed.
However, Song Tingwan and the others had a strong premonition that things might not be that simple.
Song Siyao strode upwards, getting closer and closer to the clouds.
The moment you finally stand on the nearest cloud step, the clouds disperse.
Revealing the empty, mysterious starry river, and the gate to the divine realm, hundreds of meters above, where golden light flows.
When the gate to the divine realm appeared, all six realms fell silent, for fear of disturbing the gods in heaven.
Song Siyao looked at the gate a hundred meters away. Only by truly stepping through that gate could her ascension be considered a success.
This hundred meters away—
Song Siyao frowned cautiously and took out a huge rock from the mustard seed space.
The boulder was thrown far towards the gate of the divine realm, shattering into dust the instant it left his hand.
Song Siyao raised an eyebrow.
Below the Ascension Ladder, there were many faces with serious and somber expressions.
Song Tingwan looked up at her younger sister, frowning, unsure how to break the deadlock.
All the senior cultivators at the Tribulation Transcending stage turned their gazes to Lord Yan.
Shouldn't we make some contribution to the advancement of the younger generation?
Yan Shanjun's eyes flickered between light and shadow as he looked at the sky, which was turning red with the sunrise and sunset, and smiled with his hands behind his back.
"Perhaps we can wait a little longer."
Such a beautiful sunrise—I've been so busy with sect affairs that I haven't had a proper look at it in a long time.
Song Tingwan turned her head and saw Sect Leader Yan staring blankly at the sun, and her heart sank.
She experienced the presence of the divine elixir.
The elixir can save them, right?
Song Tingwan knew that the seniors had made up their minds and could not be easily persuaded with words.
She was preoccupied with her thoughts, and the little calf in her arms nuzzled her hand, "Sister Wan'er..."
Xiao Ao called out with some concern.
After she climbed onto Song Tingwan's lap, she remained obedient and quiet, but her unease grew stronger, especially after seeing Sister Wan'er's expression.
Baili Xijiang looked at his sister Ayao in the sky with a troubled expression, and then at Qin Yuanyuan, who was still engrossed in refining weapons. He felt somewhat helpless.
Even the dumbest person would sense that something was wrong.
Among those powerful figures in that somber atmosphere were his parents.
"Master, I'm going to find my parents."
Song Tingwan waved him away with a complicated expression, watching him run up to the Dragon Clan Chief and his wife.
Watching the dragon couple lead their young apprentice away, and then watching them argue from a distance through the soundproof barrier.
He also watched as his young apprentice broke down in tears.
Song Tingwan couldn't bear it and looked away.
Is there no other way?
She looked up at the orange-red sky, lost in deep thought.
She was like that, and so was Song Siyao.
She threw many things out of the ladder, and without exception, they were all smashed to pieces.
The ladder to heaven isn't long enough; once you rush over it, you might not last more than a few breaths before you die.
For a fleeting moment, Song Siyao felt an impulse to risk his life.
Reason prevented her from doing so.
The consequences of trial and error are too severe.
Song Siyao couldn't afford to gamble.
Even beings from the six realms cannot gamble.
Gan Di patted his sleeves and stood up, drunk.
"Haha, it's my turn to make my appearance."
Let me show you the greatest sword in the world ten thousand years ago.
In the back row, Feng Ye, who was keeping a low profile, tilted his head back and took a swig of wine, then looked over with great interest.
The sword cultivators all looked up, wanting to see who was so arrogant.
But shouldn't sword cultivators be arrogant and unrestrained?
Song Siyao lowered her eyes and looked down.
I was deeply moved and far from calm.
Gandhari clasped his hands together, and a sudden gust of wind arose around him.
Then he stepped up and slowly opened his hands, revealing a dark green sword with intertwined branches.
Although the swordsman was old, his sword, which had not been drawn for ten thousand years, was still sharp and menacing.
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