"Why doesn't he leave?"
"You can't go up, right?"
"That's right. We can't see beyond the hundred steps. The smoke there is thicker. I don't know what it's like beyond the hundred steps."
"What can we do? Didn't you see those people fall down not long after entering the Hundred Steps Immortal Stairs?"
"I guess he doesn't dare to go up! It's already amazing that this young man has the courage to try the Immortal Staircase at such a young age."
"Indeed, we are just watching from below and don't even dare to try."
The monks who were looking up below were talking about the dazzling red figure, wondering why he didn't move forward anymore
Fengjiu stopped walking at this time because she saw that after the Xie family father and son entered the ladder with a hundred steps, the old man did not slow down his pace, but Xie Yan could hardly move after taking only the second step.
She watched as his slightly raised steps trembled slightly. It was not the trembling of fear, but the trembling of muscles and bones caused by the heavy and uncontrollable steps, yet the strong attempt to lift his feet and move forward caused him to tremble. He only took two steps, but his clothes were soaked with sweat, and his breathing became heavy and disordered.
"The obsession in my heart is too deep, and this ladder is not easy to walk on."
A faint voice reached Xie Yan's ears. He was startled and looked back. He saw that the young man in red had come behind him without him knowing when, but was only two steps behind him. However, at this moment, he looked in astonishment at the young man who walked towards him, taking one step at a time, and came to him easily.
“With your level of cultivation, it shouldn’t be a problem to walk within ten steps. Don’t believe me? Put aside your obsession and try walking again.” Feng Jiu said without looking at him. Instead, she walked up. Each step was easy and effortless, as if she was stepping on flat ground. Xie Yan was shocked by this.
However, what shocked him even more was the familiar voice: "Feng, Fengjiu? Are you Xiaojiu?" It was obviously a different face, obviously different clothes, and obviously a different temperament, but the voice was so familiar.
No, how could it be a different temperament? Isn't that wanton and proud temperament exactly like Fengjiu? When he was fighting against the Ruan family, wasn't the noble aura on him like this
Fengjiu paused for a moment and looked at him from ten steps away: "It's me."
Hearing his words, Xie Yan was overjoyed. He put aside his obsession without any doubt and tried his best to calm his mind. When he took another step, his steps were no longer as heavy as before.
However, as he walked up step by step, the powerful pressure and momentum emanating from the Immortal Ladder made him feel a little breathless, and this was only the ninth step.
"It seems that I can't go up." He smiled bitterly, knowing that if he tried to climb the ladder again, he would probably be injured by the pressure of heaven and end up dying.
Feng Jiu nodded slightly: "It's already very good, go down! Your wife and children are waiting for you at home."
Xie Yan's heart was shocked. He looked at him deeply, bowed and saluted him: "Thank you."
He had a wife and children waiting for him at home. If nothing else, he had to think about his wife and children at home. Going back alive was the most important thing. Thinking of this, he bowed to Feng Jiu, took a look at the immortal ladder, and then turned around and walked down.