readx;? Looking at the holy white snow-capped mountain, Ian's gaze was a little vicissitudes. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info He doesn't know how many years he has walked in that field, so he seems young at this time, but he can't hide the vicissitudes and tiredness in his soul.

But he knew that he was far from the end, and that the real difficulties had only just begun. He also had to climb a snowy mountain, open a portal, and finally think about how to get to the sky.

Having come here, he felt that the capable had taken a shortcut on this road. Compared to the mortals who have gone through hardships, they are the real one step to the sky.

Looking back on the experience along the way, Ian already knew that this was the real right path, and the existence of the capable person was nothing more than an accidental product after the heart cup was broken, and it was the lucky one who stole the divine power.

They skipped all the previous tests, and with the stolen divine power, they got the tip of the iceberg of the power of the gods in advance. When the mortals were facing the trials and tribulations, they began to ascend to the clouds like a group of stowaways.

But here, Ian felt a trace of the unusual. According to the laws of this world, such actions of the capable should have a price, but they obviously did not encounter such a price.

The path of mortals is a tempering of the mind, and only a strong mind can harness a powerful force. This should be the most important condition for getting to the cloud.

In a sense, all the strongest beings who ascended to the clouds before becoming saints should be missing, they learned to fly earlier than all mortals, but they walked a few steps less, experienced less grinding, and saw less scenery than those saints.

This was Ian's initial thought after going through these trials, but he immediately disproved them.

Because he realized that if they really skipped the previous trial, then they shouldn't be able to make it to the clouds. But the truth is, they did. On the contrary, those mortals who had endured hardships stopped behind the Gates of the Holy One, and could only wander on the earth.

This is unreasonable.

Ian narrowed his eyes as he looked at the snow-capped mountains in front of him. He took a step, stepping on the gray-black staircase. And just as he was settling down on the first step, he felt a burn. Yes, he was in the snowy mountains, but he felt the burn.

This is the breath of divine fire.

Sensing the burning sensation he had experienced from Phil, Ian knew it was another trial.

It wasn't snowflakes floating above his head at the moment, it was sparks that fell from the fire. The pure white sparks fell and piled up into such a snowy mountain. Mortals have gone through a mortal life before, and when they step on the steps of this snow-capped mountain, their mortal bodies have died, and their souls have been sublimated into the Holy Spirit.

This is rebirth, the rebirth from the mundane to the sages.

Ian walked up the stairs, and as more and more wind and snow blew through his body, the turbid sea water that remained in his body dripped out, as if washed away by the holy wind and snow, making Ian's entire body gradually become transparent and glow faintly.

He welcomed new life in that pain, and became a saint little by little in that climb. And it was at this moment that he felt that his soul had been sublimated, and he realized that his past self had too narrow an understanding of the sages.

It turned out that what he thought was unusual was nothing more than his own prejudice.

Is only the Juggernaut a sage?

Is it only by advocating force that we can reach the realm of the Holy One?

Is there a wide connection between the sublimation of the soul and the strength of the strength?

No, it's all just prejudice.

The world admires strength, but strength is not the standard for achieving sages. To be precise, power is power, and it can't really be anything else at all.

Only the powerful can become sages and be qualified to ascend to the clouds, what a ridiculous opinion!

Scholar, artist, author, politician, strategist, craftsman, pharmacist

These various professions have different paths. As long as they are accomplished in this path, obtain the ultimate sublimation of the soul, and open the most crucial portal, then even if their transcendence is not as strong as that of the Sword Master, they are still sages and are qualified to try to ascend to the clouds.

Therefore, those who have been the strongest in the past, the reasons why they became the strongest are different, and even the opposite is the opposite. Some people may not be destined to become a Juggernaut, but they can choose other paths.

These paths may have nothing to do with the outward manifestations, but they are the same in the trials of the spiritual realm.

Then when the puzzle of their step into the clouds is solved, everything is back to square one. Why is no one able to set foot in the clouds, and the biggest difference between mortals and capable people is really just the power of the mind, or the power of the gods?

Ian meandered along the gray-black road, and he wasn't in a hurry to find the answer to the puzzle. Because this is the realm of the mind, as long as he can walk up to the top of the mountain, step on the clouds, and find Fei'er. Then the mystery will naturally flow into his mind.

Approaching the top of the mountain, the field beneath the foot became narrower and narrower, and the wind and snow on the mountain intensified, as if there was a broken hourglass in the sky, in which a large number of sand particles poured down, swept down by the strong wind, and overflowed.

Ian found himself barely able to see where the stairs were underfoot, and the warm current of the wind and snow almost blew him away. He knew that now was the most dangerous time, and that the slightest mistake would lead to a fall from the top of the mountain. Therefore, he endured the severe pain, and lay the whole person on the ground without hesitation, letting go of his consciousness as much as possible, looking for the stairs ahead in the chaotic blizzard.

"Fei'er, you didn't say it was so difficult to come up!"

Ian couldn't help but murmur in his heart. At first, Phil described the mountaineering experience only in one sentence, but when Ian actually climbed the mountain himself, he realized how many things Phil had brought in a short sentence. He is really "climbing" the mountain now, and he is holding his fingers in the snow, and the climb is extremely ugly.

The wind and snow overshadowed everything, and at this moment, he didn't even know if he had climbed in the right direction, whether he had deviated from the established ladder. The closer one gets to the apex, the more likely one is to make mistakes. But Ian couldn't allow himself to fail, so no matter how ugly he climbed and how slowly he moved, he wouldn't allow himself to be blown down by the snowstorm.

Ian knew that his current image was not at all legendary, but rather like a fool or a clown. But he also knew that the fool might be able to reach the end more securely than the wise.

He withstood countless winds and snows, moving little by little with the feeling under his hands, and when he unconsciously moved a certain boundary, he suddenly felt that all the wind and snow disappeared at this moment, as if it were illusory.

Suddenly aware of this, he looked up and found a huge door engraved with strange patterns in front of him, and in front of the huge door, another thing that did not exist in Fei'er's description appeared before his eyes.