PS: Revision completed
...
On the mountain path, nurous cultivators were advancing.
So cultivators had towering bodies, exuding mighty and heroic auras; others were simply dressed, advancing discreetly at the corners; there were cultivators who appeared rely in their teens, still youthful and inexperienced.
Then there were cultivators with grizzled beards, faces wrinkled, showing signs of aging.
There was also a maiden with willow eyebrows, phoenix eyes, a straight nose, red lips and pearly teeth, delicate pink ears, hair tied high, dressed in a yellow silk skirt, also moving forward.
These cultivators varied in deanor, with differing levels of cultivation, the strongest reaching Half-Step Void Refining, while the weakest were only at Qi Cultivation, yet all were climbing, seeking opportunities in the unseen.
With each step forward, cultivators would occasionally beco dazed, falling into the trials of the Illusion Realm.
Monts later, so cultivators awakened and continued advancing; however, there were those who remained trapped in the illusion, gradually losing themselves.
As the steps rose higher, their advancent slowed, each step fraught with difficulty and hardship.
"Ah!"
At that mont, a cry of pain echoed, as a cultivator, pushed by a great force, was forcibly thrown down the steps.
That cultivator had a handso face and a strong cultivation, indeed a Divinity Transformation Cultivator.
Yet, under the oppressive force, this Divinity Transformation Cultivator was in an extrely awkward state, tumbling down in a manner like a rolling donkey, continuously falling down the steps.
Dust covered his Daoist Robe, his head filled with dirt, his body thoroughly disheveled, bruising from the constant falls, but the despair from being pushed down after a failed ascent was far more heart-wrenching.
"I am unwilling!"
"Just a little more!"
This Divinity Transformation Cultivator knelt at the bottom of the steps, stomping his feet and pounding his chest, hitting the ground repeatedly, eyes and face flushed with frustration.
Like an angry bull.
Thud!
At this instant, another sound erged as a surge of force swept down the steps like tidewaves. That cultivator also fell in an extrely awkward manner, ending up rolling down the steps, right in front of the Divinity Transformation Cultivator.
"I failed! I am unwilling!"
This Nascent Soul Cultivator cried out in reluctance.
The Divinity Transformation Cultivator, who had been crying and was unwilling, saw a fellow cultivator also fall down, becoming a failure too.
Initially feeling lonely, but now having another unfortunate companion, the Divinity Transformation Cultivator restrained his sadness and laughed, saying, "Fellow Daoist, my condolences!"
Happiness never cos from eating better than others, but from seeing others living through greater sadness.
This Divinity Transformation Cultivator, unable to ascend the steps, heartsick beyond asure, found comfort in the company of this unfortunate fellow, reducing his sorrow considerably.
Normally, he would disdain chatting with a Nascent Soul Cultivator, but with this newfound solace, he opened up to console: "Fellow Daoist, victory and defeat are common in battles, failure is the mother of success, this failure is nothing, success will surely co next ti!"
Just as he finished speaking, he subconsciously laughed.
The talk of success next ti, it's neither believable to him nor to ghosts.
The Path of Ascension of the Feathered Transformation Sect is notoriously challenging.
This failure implies inevitable failure next ti too.
The Nascent Soul Cultivator wanted to cry out loud but inexplicably couldn't, instead saying: "Fellow Daoist is right, but where did you roll down the steps?"
The Divinity Transformation Cultivator replied: "I rolled down from the 532nd step!"
The Nascent Soul Cultivator said, "I am inferior to you, I failed at the 53rd step, rely pushed away!"
The Divinity Transformation Cultivator comforted: "Fellow Daoist, keep your heart open, the path of cultivating immortality is paved with hardships step by step, this ti at over 400 steps, next ti surely you will surpass ."
"Let's hope so!"
The Nascent Soul Cultivator sighed slightly: "It is said that upon reaching the thousandth step, one can beco an Outer Disciple of the Feathered Transformation Sect. But who knows this ti, how many can climb the steps!"
The Divinity Transformation Cultivator shook his head and said: "The Feathered Transformation Sect, once the top Immortal Sect in the Purple Mansion Realm, had nurous cultivators ascend to immortality, upholding ticulous standards in disciple assessnts, refusing substandard candidates rather choosing none. They will never lower standards due to insufficient quality of disciples!"
"In the Feathered Transformation Sect, there are three levels: Outer Disciple, Inner Sect Disciple, and Saint Heir. Only by continuously breaking through ten checkpoints and climbing a thousand steps can one beco an Outer Disciple. At its peak, the number of Outer Disciples did not exceed ten thousand, very few indeed!"
"Becoming an Outer Disciple of the Feathered Transformation Sect grants a fifth chance to achieve Dao Refining Void!"
"If one becos an Inner Sect Disciple, there's a fifth chance to achieve Harmonization, and a third chance to beco a Tribulation Crosser Powerhouse!"
"As for the Saint Heir of the Feathered Transformation Sect, one must continuously pass eighteen checkpoints, the difficulty is imnse. In the long history of the sect, there have been only less than twenty Saint Heirs. Often, positions remain vacant rather than letting an unworthy beco a Saint Heir. The Feathered Transformation Sect cannot afford such loss of face."
The Nascent Soul Cultivator curiously asked: "Does my Central State have any outstanding talents who can beco Saint Heirs?"
The Divinity Transformation Cultivator sighed: "Don't even talk about becoming Saint Heirs, not a single one can beco an Inner Sect Disciple, only eight beca Outer Disciples. Among these eight who passed the assessnt, four beca Void Refining Powerhouses, two achieved Half-Step Void Refining, while two perished!"
"It is said that this ti will be the last opportunity to open it. Soon after, the ruins will be violently opened! Alas, much inheritance will be destroyed!"
Boom boom boom!
At that mont, another force surged, and another cultivator was pushed down the steps, tumbling down.
That cultivator scread in agony, utterly heartsick.
Yet these two cultivators watched another unlucky fellow, unable to restrain their laughter.
When sharing suffering with others, your own suffering reduces significantly, bringing much joy.
Thud!
Thud!
Like dumplings dropping, one cultivator after another fell down.
A cultivator's potential is limited, reaching a point where progress becos impossible.
Forcefully attempting to ascend would lead to being pushed down.
Many were unwilling, only to be persistently proved wrong, leaving them pitifully tragic.
These unlucky fellows looked at each other, their initially forlorn spirits lifted significantly.
Such is the happiness of life.
At this mont, the Divinity Transformation Cultivator suddenly noticed a white-robed cultivator appear, with a tall stature radiating vigorous Yang qi, pure and bright like a blazing furnace.
With a delicate face and scholarly deanor, like a fair-faced scholar. He swiftly ascended the steps.
Swish swish!
Fast-paced, hardly pausing, in just a dozen breaths, he climbed to a hundred steps.
Reviews
All reviews (0)