"Is it also Purple Light? It's the same as Junior Brother Wudao."
"At this level, I remember that Patriarch Xuanxiao's notes once hinted that after level 666, it seems to be a test of talent?"
"Gold is precious, purple is the most precious, and purple light lingers on the body, which must have hidden meanings."
"Besides the purple light, there are also various colors, yellow, blue and red. The yellow light is the main one, so I don't know what it means."
"For the first five hundred levels, the time it took was slightly longer than that of Junior Brother Wudao. However, after the five hundredth level, the time it took was even less than Wudao. I really don't know how to judge this woman's talent."
"It is said to be a heavenly product of ice type——"
"However, I observe that he has achieved little success in the three disciplines of Shangxiaokanli Wuliangjianjue, Tianxuan Illuminating World True Sutra, Shangxiao Yingyuandong Zhenlei Yuzhenfa, and Nanming Ji Dulie Fire God Jue."
"Isn't this a violation of the sect's rules?"
"It doesn't count. As a secret disciple and a spiritual slave, he has some privileges. If he violates the sect rules, he can be forgiven. He only needs to pay enough good deeds. The only thing wrong is that he cannot be expelled.
After that, take back the skills from this woman."
"Three martial arts, how come they are all earth and fire? Could it be——"
Some people were still wondering and guessing, but Chi Lingzi asked directly: "Junior Brother Zhuang, is Xian Ling her ice, fire, earth, three-series Tianpin?"
Zhuang Wudao glanced at this person. Beitang Wan'er's master was also the one who almost pushed him into the abyss with his own hands.
But by this time, Zhuang Wudao's anger had dissipated. He knew that everything had a cause, and even if this person hadn't intervened that day, there would still be no second result.
Isn't it lucky to be able to become a disciple of Xuanling Mountain?
"Senior brother, I clearly see that in addition to the heavenly element of ice, this woman indeed has the spiritual roots of earth and fire."
But it did not mention Nie Xianling's innocent soul body and possible immortal earth spiritual roots. If a tree is beautiful in the forest, the wind will blow it away.
Too much talent and intelligence is the cause of trouble. He is arrogant and unafraid, but that doesn't mean Nie Xianling needs to be as sharp as him.
However, even if it was just like this, everyone around him was buzzing when he heard what he said.
You must know that the Chongyangzi of the Taiping Dao in the north only has heaven-grade ice spiritual roots, but Nie Xianling has the same three-line.
Although the former, in addition to spiritual roots, also possesses Hanjun's Taoist body. However, since Nie Xianling can step on the purple light on the road to Taoism and Heaven, it does not necessarily mean that he does not have a special physique.
"So, this level 111 can be easily surpassed?"
"It should be like this. The three series of heavenly products have never been seen in the Tianyi Kingdoms in the past ten thousand years."
At this time, the eyes of Master Yangfa were extremely complicated. I don’t know what he was thinking.
Sikong Hong guessed what this real person was thinking, and said with a sneer: "If Qiyang Peak hadn't betrayed it first, your spirit slave wouldn't have been able to get to Huangji Peak. It really gave them an advantage."
But after all, he was still concerned about the face of the real Yuanshen, and didn't want people from Huangji Peak to hear him. He concentrated on his words while speaking, so that only Zhuang Wudao could hear him.
Zhuang Wudao laughed dumbly and did not comment. Then he watched Nie Xianling step on the seven hundred and seventy-seven steps and sounded the seventh bell.
I couldn't help but condense in my heart, this is the last hurdle on the road to heaven. As long as you pass it, it will be a smooth road without any obstacles. If you fail to pass it, your Taoist heart will be seriously damaged. Even if you are lucky enough to survive, you will fall into the dust of hell.
But I saw Nie Xianling, with a smile on her lips, stepped on the 778 bluestone steps, and then climbed up step by step, taking a breath every step without stopping.
Zhuang Wudao's expression changed slightly, and a hint of disbelief flashed in his eyes. Until level 850, Nie Xianling's footsteps did not even pause.
At this time, the main hall of Lichen was once again completely silent. The people beside him, intentionally or unintentionally, all glanced at him with strange eyes.
"I saw you had a worried look in your eyes before. Could it be that this level is testing the Taoist heart?"
Sikong Hong seemed to ask casually, but Zhuang Wudao remained silent, his eyes were stunned, and he did not answer.
Sikong Hong already knew the answer. Zhuang Wudao and Sanfa were both confident in Nie Xianling's innate understanding.
Then the only thing that can bring them together is Tao Xin.
Thinking of this, Sikong Hong couldn't help but smile: "Remember when Wu Dao you were here for nearly half a day. At this time, seeing that the abandonment of slaves in your family is overwhelming, do you feel lost in your heart?"
Zhuang Wudao glared at him fiercely, but he also knew that most of the senior brothers around him looked at him with the same thoughts as Sikong Hong.
Three years ago, after reaching the 777th level, he was struggling, but Nie Xianling's rhythm was still the same as before, without slowing down at all.
Doesn't this mean that this woman's talent is actually higher than his Zhuang Wudao?
"I'm not disappointed, I'm just curious."
Zhuang Wudao looked at Nie Xianling in the green shadow of the "Nine Hills Reflecting Mountain Mirror" from a distance, his eyes unpredictable: "I wonder why she can still be so relaxed and at ease."
In his heart, he really wanted to know what Nie Xianling saw on the sapphire steps on Daoye Mountain and what kind of thoughts he had?
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Nie Xianling was indeed relaxed and light-footed at this moment. The path to heaven, which was regarded as a dead end by the disciples of the Lichen Sect, looked like an ordinary mountain road under her feet.
Walking on it, Nie Xianling didn't feel any difficulty at all. He felt as if he was traveling in the mountains and rivers, taking a youthful trip, and even had time to enjoy the surrounding scenery.
Every time she passed a step, a figure would appear in front of her. There were people she had known since she was a child, her blood relatives, her mother Nie Yinxian's ancient subordinates, and relatives from the Nie family's external branches.
Faces passed before her eyes, but they could not leave any trace in her heart.
However, there was only a silver thread connected behind her. It was a figure on the first stone step, about twenty years old. His face was quite handsome, but his facial features were slightly rough, his lines were hard, and his aura was restrained.
He looks mature and calm, but there is a compelling energy in his eyes.
That was Zhuang Wudao—other than him, who else in this world could make her feel even the slightest bit worried? Who could leave even the slightest trace in her heart?
If there is anyone in this world who can make her worry about her heart and dreams, and make her willing to bear the burden, even if she falls from this path, it is just this one person.
It wasn't until level 867 that Nie Xianling's calm pace finally stopped.
There was also a woman in red robe in front of me. Her face was delicate and graceful, and I felt pity for her. Her facial features and expression were strikingly similar to hers.
Mother?
Nie Xianling's eyes were blank for a moment, but after a moment, she smiled again and stepped up one level of stairs.
Although there is no news about the woman's figure, the threads involved are still there and barely visible.
The grace of giving birth should not be forgotten, but that was all. Since she could remember, she had only seen her mother a dozen times, and only a handful of conversations between mother and daughter.
To be honest, the most peaceful and happiest days in her life were actually when she was a spiritual slave by the Banyue Lake.
Nie Yinxian's death may be pitiful, but it is also his own fault. His love roots were wrong and he was entrusted to someone else. Before his death, he did not regret it.
Nie Xianling still couldn't figure out why Nie Yinxian went to that cold place when she was pregnant. She also couldn't figure out why Nie Yinxian had to endure it for decades after knowing that Feng Juewu had double-minded intentions.
Give birth to bones and blood.
baffling
She could bear everything her mother had and all her unfulfilled wishes, but she had no worries.
Whether it's the Nie family or the Haitao Tower, she will do her best and succeed if she can. It doesn't matter if she can't, as long as she has a clear conscience.
On the eight hundred and sixty-eight stone steps, there is another figure with a deep memory. Like her mother, she should be extremely familiar. However, when Nie Xianling looked at it, she felt strange.
Father?
Nie Xianling smiled sweetly, the wind was light and the clouds were calm, and she had no worries. She still took one step across, waving her robe sleeves, and there was no image of Feng Jue in front of her, and time immediately disappeared with the wind.
Her father also had the virtue of childbearing, but this affection had long since faded away in the past ten years of her life.
All kinds of precautions and all kinds of calculations, just for the Haitao Tower, for the Nie family's treasures, just for the realm of Yuanshen
She had also thought about what kind of existence she was in Feng Juewu's eyes? Was she her daughter, or just a tool, or was she the trouble left by that bitch Nie Yinxian?
No matter what, if the father is not the father, then the daughter is not the daughter.
However, there was no hatred in Nie Xianling's eyes, only indifference. The love was cold, but the blood was still there, and the blood still flowing in this body was from this relative.
But that’s all—
After passing this level, Nie Xianling's smile became sweeter and brighter. She was not without resentment, but she was more open-minded than Zhuang Wudao and had no obsession.
Or maybe the perspective is different, so the mood is different. What does her parents' grudges have to do with her?
How could a man like his father be worthy enough to leave even a trace in her heart?
On the eight hundred and sixty-nine stone steps, there is another familiar figure. Huangfu Qingtao of Haitao Tower, my mother’s former subordinate, was also the one who sent her out of the East China Sea.
Nie Xianling's eyes were complicated, showing both gratitude and defensiveness. Although she was young, she could tell that the man who sent her out of the Haitao Main Building actually had bad intentions and was Feng Juewu's biggest opponent in the Haitao Tower.
However, without the trip to Lichen, how could we have had the opportunity of Ban Yue Lou? So I have to be grateful.
At the eight hundred and eighty-seventh stone step, Nie Xianling's brisk steps finally came to a halt. There was no one around, and no image existed deep in her memory. However, Nie Xianling was never able to take this step.
Nie Xianling looked thoughtfully and looked in front of her. As long as there was one more stone step, the eighth bell would ring.
However, this level was like a chasm that she could not cross.
It seems that I am still missing something——
In just a moment, Nie Xianling's eyes lit up slightly. Yes, she had no desires and no obsession.
After five years of separation, she practiced diligently and studied Taoism books. But it was not so much seeking Taoism as seeking survival.
Nie Xianling couldn't explain why she still had such a strong desire to survive after experiencing all kinds of pain over the past sixteen years.
I want to survive, I want to see if I am really unnecessary in this world. It is precisely because my life is short that I want to see more, and I am greedy for this life——
However, even though this seems to be unattainable, Nie Xianling is already close at hand. He only needs one hundred more levels to achieve his wish.
The obsession has dissipated, so the Taoist heart no longer exists. Although she has no worries and coincides with the ruthless principle of the Supreme Being, her will is now like a plate of scattered sand, unable to gather together, and she has no desire to forge ahead.
In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Nie Xianling's mind. She thought of Zhuang Wudao, and also thought of those foundation-building Qi practitioners in the sect who were over a hundred years old and gradually faded away.
Nie Xianling's eyes gradually hardened, and her face smiled again. Now that she has come to this step, why not continue on? See if you can really ask for immortality.
Not for myself, just for him - just to accompany that person, so that from now on, I will never be lonely in the path of immortality.