One Planet for Everyone: Starting to Build a Cultivation Civilization

But how can one cultivate a true immortal?

The Chuangshi God said before that the life on Yang Fan's planet has never touched the immortal way, so it is impossible to become a true immortal.

What does this immortal way refer to?
Yang Fan tried many methods, but none of them succeeded.

The monks on Blue Star are still stubbornly stuck at their current cultivation level, unable to knock on the immortal door, unable to become a true immortal.

And Yang Fan's consciousness became weaker and weaker under the continuous erosion of the Creator God.

Just when Yang Fan was helpless and extremely anxious, a light call suddenly came from the dark sky outside the blue star.

Looking along the source of this voice, I saw a beautiful woman in a plain dress in the gloomy underworld, with flowers on the other side of her feet, standing on the road to Huangquan, looking at the blue star in the distance.

When Yang Fan saw this woman for the first time, his soul was deeply shocked.

It's not because of how beautiful this woman is, but because of an extremely mysterious aura lingering around her, as if she was born to be the incarnation of the Dao, and every frown and smile is the manifestation of the laws of heaven and earth.

"Who are you?" Yang Fan asked involuntarily.

The woman shook her head, but did not answer Yang Fan's question.

Her gaze has been looking firmly at a certain place on the blue star, with sorrow, sorrow, and hope in her eyes.

The other shore flower blooms for 1000 years and falls for 1000 years, and the flowers and leaves will never meet.

She stood on the Huangquan road where the other shore flowers were blooming, looking into the distance, who was she waiting for?

Yang Fan instinctively realized that this woman might be the key to cultivator Blue Star blasting open the fairy gate and stepping into the real fairy.

Next, Yang Fan asked the woman a lot of questions, but she basically shook her head and refused, without answering, except for one question.

"What's your name?"

When hearing this question, the woman's eyes trembled for a long time, then her red lips parted slightly, and she gave an answer that Yang Fan did not expect at all.

"I... don't have a name."

Yang Fan was stunned for a long time, carefully pondering over the few answers the woman gave, but in the end he still couldn't think of anything.

Suddenly, Yang Fan felt something, followed the woman's mournful gaze, and his sight fell on a remote village in the Great Shang Dynasty, where he saw a young man in commoner clothes with a resolute face.

The boy is named Ke An. He is about 15 years old. He lost his parents since he was a child. Fortunately, he has a few acres of land left for him, and the villagers in the same village are kind and often help him, so he has lived healthy until now.

If the world is peaceful and the country is prosperous and the people are peaceful, maybe Ke An will concentrate on farming like other teenagers, marry a wife and have children when he reaches the age, and live an ordinary life.

However, since the year he was born, the world has been plunged into violent turmoil.

Immortal cultivators don't care about the life and death of the people, and the gods in the heaven are not as dedicated to their duties as recorded in the history books. Instead of solving disasters for all living beings, they often bring disasters, causing countless people's wives to be separated, and their families to be destroyed.

Ke An would often sit on the ridge of the field, looking up at the sky against the scorching sun, pointing at the Heavenly Court looming between the clouds and scolding, asking them why they wanted to mess up the common people and kill so many people.

"Ke An, what's the use of you sitting on the ground and scolding? If you can stand in the sky and scold, those gods will definitely listen!"

This was just a joke casually uttered by passers-by, but it made Ke An enlightened, and an astonishing idea appeared in his mind.

He wants to go to the sky and ask those gods himself!
Ke An did what he said, moved a few large stones, and found adhesives, and began to build the ladder in his mind that could climb up to the sky.

However, after working under the scorching sun for a long time and sweating profusely, Ke An didn't even finish the first step.

The reality is cruel, but Ke An is not discouraged at all. As soon as he finishes his farm work, he will immediately devote himself to the project of building the ladder, sweating and burning his blood.

Finally, the first step was completed, and the road to the ladder finally came to an end. Ke An was so excited that he couldn't sleep at night. He came to the steps with an oil lamp in the middle of the night, listening to insects and frogs, and sat all night.

At the beginning, when the villagers met Ke An, they would try their best to persuade him to work hard on the farm, marry a beautiful wife as soon as possible, and have a big fat boy.

But as the days went by, they found that Ke An didn't listen to opinions at all, and was still focused on that step.

As a result, Ke An gradually became a strange person in their mouths, no one talked to him, no one kept him company.

Even innocent children dare not approach him, as long as they see him, they will hide from a distance.

Ke An doesn't blame them, because this is a road that ordinary people can't understand, and it is destined to be a lonely road.

When the steps reached the No.13 floor, Ke An suddenly had a downpour of rain, and a terrifying thunder burst in the air, which was particularly penetrating.

He hurriedly hid in an abandoned earthen temple next to him, took off his completely soaked clothes and wrung them dry, then sat on the ground with his knees hugged tightly, staring blankly at the sky, hoping that the sudden rainstorm would pass quickly.

He didn't know where the torrential rain came from, but he could only see several monks in white fighting in the air amid the flashes of thunder. Every time they confronted, there would be a terrifying sound of explosions, as if the sky was roaring, shaking People's ears are numb.

In front of these powerful monks, Ke An felt as weak as an ant.

Even the vision caused by the aftermath of their battle made Ke An terrified.

But so what?Cultivators have the way of life of monks, and mortals have the way of life of mortals. Ke An doesn't feel that he is inferior to others.

After the rain cleared, Ke An looked at the wet steps with determination in his eyes.

The battle of the monks is over, and he has to go back and continue to repair his ladder.

When the steps reached the No.60 floor, Ke An was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back, his head was dizzy, his body trembled uncontrollably, and he almost fell off the steps.

Although the sky ladder at this time is only 61 floors, I don't know how far it is from the heaven above the clouds, but it is not like it was at the beginning, where you can jump down with just a hop.

With the current height of the ladder, if Ke An really fell, his bones would fall apart in an instant, and he would die.

Fortunately, he stabilized his body in time, but his empty stomach was still churning, making him unable to exert any strength.

Natural disasters continued this year, and the fields with a radius of hundreds of miles were almost useless.

The villagers in the same village had already fled to other places because of the famine. Only Ke An could not let go of this step and stayed.

Ke An searched everywhere, but couldn't find anything to eat.

Not even a single toad could be found in the cracked fields, and the back mountain, which was originally rich in products, had already been swept away by the hungry villagers.

Ke An's last bit of strength was finally exhausted in the process of searching for food.

He collapsed powerlessly on the steps, looking aimlessly at the gray sky with his dim eyes, his breathing gradually weakened.

The power of mortals is indeed so weak that it makes people feel sad.

No wonder the villagers thought he was a weirdo, a madman.

This step really wants to lead to the sky, at least tens of thousands of floors, right?
And he only built 61 floors, and then fell down weakly, out of breath.

There was silence all around, no birds chirping, no insects chirping, and no whispers from others.

Ke An suddenly felt a little sad, is he going to die here silently today?
He lost his parents when he was young, and he didn't marry a wife and have children when he grew up. He walked alone in the troubled times, even if he died, no one would feel sorry for him.

Thinking of the people in the village pointing at him and calling him a freak, he still felt a little uncomfortable.

But now, he hoped that someone would scold him instead.

At this time, no matter how ugly it sounds, he will find it pleasant.

Ke An's consciousness gradually blurred, and the picture in front of him also rapidly dimmed.

He didn't want to close his eyes because he wasn't sure he'd be able to wake up again.

But he was so tired that he couldn't even open his eyelids.

Ke An was awakened by a shocking cracking sound. It was already dusk, and the setting sun, which was about to sink below the horizon, radiated soft rays of light, sprinkled on his bony body, making him After a long absence, there was a hint of warmth.

Under the reflection of the setting sun, two monks in white clothes and with flying swords on their feet were fighting in mid-air. Sometimes the flames splashed, and sometimes the frost flew.

At first, Ke An thought it was a hallucination he had just before he died, and there was no disturbance in his heart, just watching quietly.

But when the fire caused by the two monks almost burned him, he suddenly woke up. He raised his dry right hand with all his strength and stretched it to the sky. His chapped lips trembled slightly and made an indecipherable sound.

He was so weak that he couldn't even speak a simple sentence clearly, and the sound he made with all his strength was worse than that of a newborn baby.

The two monks were still fighting in the air, completely unaware that a dying mortal was asking them for help.

Ke An was desperate again, leaning on the steps, breathing weakly, his mind was in a mess, even he didn't know what he was thinking.

In any case, at least he is still alive, not dead in the dream.

Ke An tried his best to open his eyes, even if the rainstorm fell and the wind howled, he refused to close them.

Even a mortal who is as weak as an ant has a temper.

This thief God didn't take him away at the beginning, and then he would never want to take his life away again!

Ke An didn't know what he was being stubborn about, he was clearly at the end of his strength, and he had one foot on the door of hell.

Obviously he is alone, has nothing to worry about, and when he dies, he dies, and no one cares.

After an unknown amount of time, Ke An's head was suddenly supported by a big warm hand, and a dark face appeared in front of his hazy eyes.

"My lord, he's still alive, he's still alive!"

Beside the steps, a fat rich businessman held an antique in his left hand and a mustache in his right hand. He looked at Ke An, who was already skinny, with great interest, and nodded slightly.

"It's ok, boy, life is really hard enough. Almost all the people in a radius of a hundred miles are dead, but he is still alive."

"Shun Gen, give him a stutter, let him open his mouth and speak."

The abdomen, which had been empty for an unknown amount of time, finally bulged up again.

Although Ke An still felt abnormally weak, he no longer felt the chill all over his body.

He could clearly feel that his heart was pounding, pumping warm blood throughout his body.

After Ke An regained his strength, he chatted with the wealthy businessman for a while.

When the wealthy businessman heard the reason why Ke An built the stairs, his eyes showed unconcealable approval, and he couldn't help but raise his hands and applaud Ke An.

"In my life, I've seen a lot of grievances pointing at God and screaming loudly, but they only dare to talk. They will still kneel down and kowtow to the gods honestly during New Years and festivals, praying for peace."

"It's the first time in my life I've seen a person who dares to go to the sky and take action!"

The wealthy businessman admired Ke Anyuan's extraordinary pride and perseverance, and left him a lot of gold before leaving, and told him that the natural disaster was over, and it would not be long before someone would move here.

This dead place may soon be revived again.