A person's greatest despair is undoubtedly the disillusionment of hope, and the greatest loss is undoubtedly the fall from heaven to hell.

At this time, Xingyi experienced these at the same time, and the blow was fatal. The reason why he has been able to hold on to this is because he has a belief in his heart. Now, that belief has been shattered.

In an instant, Xing Yi seemed to be much older and less energetic. The body was like a thin mud, and he was curled up on the ground. He symbolically struggled twice, then remained motionless.

Exhaustion and despair invaded Xingyi's mind. At this moment, his heart was like ashes, and the extremely heavy force pressed on Xing Yi's body, flattening and deforming his body, but this did not stimulate Xing Yi to make him resist, he was lying on the ground as soft as weak, and his consciousness became more and more blurred.

In the haze, fragments of memory are scattered like falling leaves. Xiao Ke Xiao Ai's innocent smile. Those days of playing together, alas, will never be there again.

After a while, a skinny old man with a stiff back appeared. Although his face was wrinkled, he looked amiable. He was smiling and looking at Xingyi. Seeing him, Xing Yi's ears seemed to ring the sentence "My roots are here" again.

A fragment of memory floated by, and a handsome and cold boy with blood-colored eyes appeared. His eyes were so cold. It's like being indifferent to everything.

The picture flashed, and one was full of blonde hair. An old man with a goatee on his chin appears. He had a small furry beast in his hand. happily beckoned to Xing Yi, "Xiao Yizi, come quickly." Look what fun I've found you",

Xing Yi ran over happily when he saw Mo Yue two or three years old, and looked at the little beast curiously with his big shining eyes. Then carefully touch its soft and fluffy fur. The corners of his mouth grinned, revealing a row of white teeth.

The blonde old man looked at Xiao Xingyi's happy appearance, and he also laughed, and that smile was full of kindness and doting, when he thought that he was going to die and never see him again, Xingyi couldn't help but feel sour in his heart, "Grandpa Shan, farewell"

Finally, one is long and clear-faced. An old man with white eyebrows, white hair and white beard appeared, and his whole person looked very energetic, but his eyes were cloudy.

As soon as this person appeared in Xing Yi's mind, Xing Yi's heart trembled slightly, "Grandpa."

In a semi-coma, two lines of crystal tears flowed from Xing Yi's blind eyes, "Grandpa, forgive your grandson for not being filial piety in front of you in the future."

The figure of the old man lingered for a long time, his eyes staring at Xingyi, and the kindness and doting revealed in it made his cloudy eyes clear.

After half a ring, the old man said, "Yi'er, stand up",

"Grandpa, I'm so tired, so tired."

The old man stood there for a moment, and then a little rain of light flew out of his body. The blue-white rain of light scattered everywhere. flocking to the body of torture,

The old man's body became extremely illusory and transparent, "Yi'er, remember grandpa's words, the road of the strong is more grinding, thorny, and bumpy. But as long as faith is not extinguished, life will not cease." With that, he vanished.

At this moment, Xing Yi only felt as if hot lava had rolled to his navel. It burned him so much that he came to his senses in an instant.

After that, he was covered in fever. The blood in the body boils and rolls. An endless source of power emerges. Xing Yi let out a long howl. Struggle with a tossing and turning on the ground, then slowly stand up.

His eyes were like torches, and the scorching Shenhua shot out of it, and at this time, Xing Yi still recalled his grandfather's words in his mind,

But for such changes in his body, Xing Yi didn't think it had anything to do with his grandfather, because Xing Yi knew that his grandfather was an ordinary person without any cultivation.

I touched my navel, and I could clearly see a black and white yin and yang pattern there. Xing Yi was charred black by the magma. Only this yin and yang pattern is intact. Even the skin around it has not been corroded by the magma.

Feeling the existence of the yin and yang pattern, there was no joy and joy in Xing Yi's heart, only hatred and fear. Because when he was a child, Xing Yi was tortured by the yin and yang patterns.

He was now a little skeptical that his guess was true. Patterns of misery and doom that have brought to themselves from an early age. One day will save his life,

If it weren't for the fact that it was the first place in the body to appear abnormal, it would have been followed by infinite source power. Xing Yi didn't dare to speculate in this regard.

He shook his head: "At this stage, there is no point in searching for the cause. The main thing is to complete the so-called heavenly steps". Thinking of this, Xing Yi took a deep breath. Then take a firm step. Resolutely walked upward.

This is a road from which there is no retreat, although there is no sword mountain and sea of fire here, but the hardships are more than enough. Moving forward with gravity several times beyond personal limits,

The hardships and hardships in this process can only be understood after experiencing them firsthand. This is a task that cannot be accomplished by people with great perseverance and great potential.

After a long time, when the count reached "seven thousand six hundred and twenty-one", there was a click, and the leg that was injured before Xing Yi was directly broken under the pressure of gravity.

His body lost his balance and was pressed down on the stone steps, his body colliding with the edges and corners of the bluestone, and several of his fragile sternums were broken.

"Wow", Xing Yi spat out a mouthful of blood, "Do I really want to die here today, no, I can't die yet, I can't die". "Ah~". He let out an unwilling roar. There was a fierce energy surging in the body.

Then, he pulled the stone steps. Climbing up little by little, the gravity on his back pressed him to the stone steps. The edges and corners of the stone steps "desperately" drilled into his flesh and blood.

Blood, flowing down the stone steps, piece by piece. The color was so dazzling, so terrifying. didn't climb a few steps, and Xing Yi's abdomen was already a blur of flesh and blood.

But as if he were unconscious, he continued to pull and squirm forward. Every time he squirmed forward, the momentum on his body became more ruthless.

By the time of eight thousand nine hundred and eleven steps, the gravity acting on Xing Yi's body had reached the point where it was impossible to move.

He was lying on the bluestone steps, although he didn't climb any further, but there was no aura of giving up and decadence on his body, but a more fierce and ruthless aura was circulating. At this time, he was like a peerless immortal sword hidden in its sheath and about to be unsheathed.

There was no roar, no roar, Xing Yi struggled a few times, and slowly stood up from the stone steps little by little, "Click~", the only sound at this time was the sound of his bones being cracked. However, this did not stop him from standing up in the slightest.

His figure is so thin, but like a slowly rising demon god. With his feet on the earth and the blue sky above his head, he stands unyieldingly, he seems to be the only one in heaven and earth.

One step, two steps, with each of his steps, the heavens and the earth seemed to tremble.

When he reached the ninth step, his body was light in vain. The gravity on his body disappeared without a trace. Since then, this ladder of torture has finally come to an end.

I don't know if it's a coincidence or another mystery, the number of bluestone steps is no more or less, nine thousand steps, this number corresponds to an era. 9,000 years......