"In the spring and summer of that year, my life ended in vain."

"Therefore I was unwilling to rise up, but I was defeated by the might."

"The writer, Xie Boyun."

The inscription on the bluestone ends here.

Chen Mo thought in his heart.

The reason why this text can be written so long must be because the engraver is powerful, and he even has the strength to write a description of his life on the bluestone.

Blood-colored writing appears on the bronze lamp.

[Do you think Xie Boyun's ability is nothing more? You are so naïve! On this bluestone, there were 7,593 people who left their souls. 】

Sure enough.

In fact, Xie Boyun was not the only creature to die from the 500th bluestone steps.

On the bronze ancient lamp, a piece of text gradually faded away, and a new text immediately appeared.

[Xie Boyun believes that his death needs to be respected, and his way of looking at respect is to occupy this entire bluestone staircase alone. 】

That makes sense.

It can be seen that Xie Boyun must be a strong man.

The strong need respect.

After reading this engraving, Chen Mo's body did not feel any discomfort.

But this time, he sensed a cyan aura wandering through his body.

"It's not a smell of pollution, it's not a breath of life. But I feel the breath...... Incomparably kind! ”

His heart was pounding.

Instinctive rejection of intimacy.

You must know that on the bridge of this life, the intimacy he has encountered is hardly a good thing.

But the intimacy was too strong.

It even made him feel that this cyan aura was of the same origin as him.

Sometimes, people's feelings are uncontrollable.

It's like liking someone, no matter how much you want to deny it, you can't help but like it.

It's like parents are parents no matter what, and they are inseparable blood love.

Taking a deep breath, he took a step towards the previous step.

Bang!

This step, as if gravity was blessing his legs, made his raised legs too heavy.

He didn't dare to slack off.

It is clear that some kind of change has taken place in the bluestone steps.

Not only did he have to climb nine thousand one and one steps with the physique of an ordinary person, but he also had to encounter some resistance on the top of the ladder.

This is a little uncomfortable.

"My generation of young people should be able to bear such pain."

Chen Mo muttered to himself, raised his legs again, and climbed up step by step.

Walked fifty steps in one breath.

His body was crumbling, and his physical strength had bottomed out.

Climbing upwards under gravity is not an easy task.

No matter how strong his willpower is, if he can't do it, he can't do it.

After absorbing one drop of oil again, the body immediately returns to its optimal state.

He climbed up again.

By the time he took the tenth step, he was already physically exhausted, and he could only rely on perseverance to hold on.

When he walked fifty steps again and came to the sixhundredth step, a roar suddenly sounded in his mind.

A stream of green qi rushed straight to his head, and he desperately hit the bronze ancient lamp, and the result was like kicking an iron plate.

The bronze ancient lamp flickered with a slight red glow, absorbing the green qi effortlessly.

Subsequently, blood-colored text appeared on the surface of the lamp.

[You took the initiative to sacrifice a green lotus miasma and received a reward of one hundred drops of lamp oil. 】

Active sacrifice?

Qinglian miasma?

Chen Mo was full of question marks???

I didn't offer sacrifices!

It's good to get a hundred drops of lamp oil for nothing.

He continued to climb upwards.

Absorb a drop of lamp oil when you are exhausted.

After repeating this, he came to the top of the 1,600th bluestone staircase.

At this point, he stopped.

Because here's a story that captivates him.

This story is carved all over the bluestone steps.

The engraved text is a little immature, and it can be seen that the person who left the text is not very old.

"Latecomer, I'm Mei Fuqi."

First of all, introduce yourself, there is nothing wrong.

But the name is hard to describe.

"Unblessed?" Chen Mo scratched the back of his head, a little unable to understand the birth of this name.

He kept looking.

"I am a congenital awakened being. But I fell on the path to heaven, so I am not qualified to evaluate anything with subjective consciousness. ”

"After all, there will be many latecomers who will surpass me, climb to the top of the road to heaven, and become sequencers."

Become a Serializer?

This is a key word, Chen Mo silently remembers.

"The end of the road to heaven is just to become a sequencer?" He doesn't have a thorough understanding of the concept of sequencer.

After all, what is recorded in his mind now is just a noun.

Of course, there is little point for him to dwell on such problems.

He desperately climbed to the top in order to survive.

And not for the sake of benefit.

But Chen Mo didn't seem to realize this.

He was desperate to climb nine thousand one and one steps to see what was on the top of the mountain.

He was like a demonic obstacle.

A blue aura loomed in the pupils of both eyes.

His gaze continued to be fixed on the bluestone.

"I would never have imagined that my life would end at the age of fifteen."

"This year, in the spring of 2065, I'm trying to become a serializer."

"I failed, but I was unwilling!"

"A person as good as me can only stop at more than a thousand bluestone steps, so who can pass the road to heaven?"

"I don't believe that there are more outstanding people in this world than me!"

Chen Mo could see that this young man named Mei Fuqi had a strong sense of self-esteem.

As he said, the congenital awakened.

I don't know what the concept is, though.

But this kind of name is not easy to hear.

It's also easy to understand.

It is nothing more than the awakening of extraordinary abilities or extraordinary physiques from birth.

Such a person can indeed be called the pride of the sky.

"I've read the story of Hurt Zhongyong since I was a child, and the pride of the sky also has a time to fall." Chen Mo was a little emotional.

He continued to look down.

"I, Mei Fuqi, awakened my extraordinary physique as soon as I was born, awakened my extraordinary ability at the age of three, was born as a teacher, made an exception to study in junior high school at the age of five, went to high school at the age of nine, and was admitted to the first school at the age of ten with the first place in Huashengguo."

"As proud as I am, I can't reach the top of the road to heaven?"

"It's ridiculous!"

"The so-called road to heaven is nothing but a joke!"

After reading this paragraph, Chen Mo felt a little disdainful in his heart.

You're talented, but that doesn't mean you can do it all.

He looked down again.

"The lord of the manor is also a joke, a self-proclaimed leader of the era, but even a genius like me dare not include it!"

"It's just a shameless, incompetent, and wretched waste!"

"This kind of person can become a leader, which is the sorrow of this era!"

"The one who should be the leader, it should be me!"

Chen Mo still read very carefully.

These four inexplicable exclamation points are like the dead teenager's heart.

Full of unwillingness and immaturity.

And the name of the lord of the manor, he had heard it many times.

"What is the connection between the Godslayer, the Lord of the Manor, and the Sequencer?" He couldn't help but have such doubts in his heart.

The words on the bluestone have not yet been read.

He continued to look down.