Assisting the male protagonist to become a god: The first spiritualist

The people in front of the camera were all staring at Yan Su.

The man in white held the young man in red and walked up the cloud-covered stairs step by step.

The overlapping red and white robes look like red plum blossoms in the snow, with an extreme beauty and visual impact.

The pressure and gravity of the ladder seemed to have no effect on the man in white. He took one step at a time with steady steps, as if he was just climbing ordinary stairs.

Even through the camera, one could feel the powerful aura of the man in white, as if he was dominating the earth. Although he was clearly walking upward, he looked more like a god stepping down from the altar.

Eight thousand steps...

Eight thousand five hundred steps...

Nine Thousand Steps...

The hall was completely silent. Even Xiao He, who was looking for trouble, was shocked and speechless.

No matter whether it was the four venerables or the head sect leader, their hearts were in turmoil and they could not calm down for a long time.

The disciple who was operating the video camera was now dumbfounded and shocked beyond words.

What did he see? !

Go ahead, you have to walk!

Starting from the 7,500th step, the man in white walked all the way without stopping, holding the young man in red, and actually walked directly to the 9,000th step!!!

Seeing the man in white stop at the 9,000th step, everyone in the hall couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Just when they thought the man in white could not hold on any longer and would stop, they saw him move his body, adjusting his position to make the young man in red more comfortable, and then he started walking again.

"Oh my God... he's still going up!!" Shi Qing'e exclaimed.

As the peak masters of the Xuanxian Sect, they had all climbed the Immortal Ladder and naturally knew that the higher they went, the pain and pressure they would experience would double.

Especially after the 7,000th level, what you rely on is not only your own talent and strength, but also perseverance.

The difficulty of climbing each subsequent step is incomparable to the previous hundreds or even thousands of steps combined.

"Where did this pervert come from?!" Hua Yi's expression was cracked. He said to the disciple standing behind him who was staring at the camera with a stupid look on his face, "Is there something wrong with the Immortal Staircase? This is the 9,000th step?!"

"No, no problem..."

The disciple was called unexpectedly, and before he could recover from the shock, he immediately called up the rest of the images. After six thousand steps, all the cultivators who were still on the ladder were climbing.

"Turn back the scene." The headmaster's eyes were bright. He looked at Yan Su, who was walking up the cloud steps with his back straight, and said, "This boy is the one chosen by God. He will definitely achieve great things in the future!"

Such a high evaluation made everyone in the field tremble, and their eyes fell on the man in white again.

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Starting from the 9,000th step, Yan Su's movements began to slow down. Although it was not visible from the outside, Yan Su's body could no longer bear it. The enormous pressure of the Immortal Staircase almost deformed his bones.

But Yan Su did not dare to be negligent at all. He vaguely felt that the poison was beginning to get worse again. The double torture of the pressure of the Immortal Ladder and the poison caused him to bleed all over his body.

The white clothes gradually turned red. If the ladder to immortality could leave traces, then you would be able to see that the footprints along the way were all bloody.

Yan Su pursed his lips into a straight line. He had to take Fu Sheng up there before the poison completely erupted.

Nine thousand three hundred steps...

Nine thousand five hundred steps...

The poison invaded his heart and Yan Su suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. At the same time, the extreme pain brought by the poison almost made his body stagger.

The leader of the Xuanxian Sect and several venerables who were watching this scene also became worried when they saw this.

"He can't fall down at this time..." Hua Yi said anxiously, "Is he holding his brother? Anyway, it doesn't count if he carries his brother up. Otherwise, we can use the sound transmission spirit to notify him and let him put his brother down and walk up by himself."

"Yes, bringing someone along is almost like bearing double pressure. It will be futile in the end anyway, so we might as well let him know. I see that he is in a very bad condition now." Shi Qinge also said.

The headmaster's eyes moved slightly, as if he was hesitating. Seeing this, Xiao He immediately said, "It was already stated at the beginning that one cannot rely on external forces. They chose to take turns to climb the stairs like this. How can we be partial?"

As Xiao He spoke, he mentally calculated the number of cloud steps the man in white had climbed.

At present, the man in white has climbed 4,000 steps at first, and he is carrying the young man in red for 300 steps on his back. From the 7,500th step to now, there are another 2,000 steps.

Currently he is at level 6,300, only 200 levels away from Xiao Yu.

He could see that the man in white had terrifying talent and strength. He still had enough strength to carry one person, so if he went alone, wouldn't it be possible for him to reach the summit?

"Master..." Hua Yi really valued Yan Su's talent, and he wanted to say a few more words for Yan Su.

The head of the sect raised his hand to stop him from speaking. He looked at the screen of the video camera and said, "Everything is destined. This is his choice. How far he can go is entirely up to him."

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Nine thousand six hundred steps...

Nine thousand seven hundred steps...

Yan Su's consciousness began to become confused. Inexplicably, scenes from his previous life began to flash through his mind.

Those images that flashed by were all embarrassing, depressing, lonely, bloody and dark.

If it weren't for this life, perhaps Yan Su would not feel how difficult his life was back then. Suffering was already the norm for him. However, after Fu Sheng came to him, when he recalled those experiences, he felt that he did not seem to have a good life since the Yan family was wiped out in the previous life.

Nine thousand eight hundred steps...

Nine thousand nine hundred steps...

In the hall, almost everyone held their breath, watching the man in white clothes stained with blood walk step by step.

Xiao He had been staring closely. When Yan Su stepped over the 9,700th step, he felt as if all the strength in his body had been drained away, and he became completely dejected.

Xiao Yu is at the 6,500th step, and has no chance of being in the top three.

Except for the wilted Xiao He, the rest of the people in the hall were staring intently at the images on the camera. Even Venerable Wuwei, who had hardly spoken a word and seemed not to care much about the Immortal Staircase, was staring at the camera intently.

"Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-one... nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-two... nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-thirteen..." Hua Yi counted the last ten steps unconsciously.

"Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight..."

"Nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine……"

“Ten thousand steps!!”

Hua Yi's face flushed, and seeing his excitement, people who didn't know the situation would think that he had climbed the ten thousandth step.

Shi Qing'e had been staring at the camera until Yan Su actually stepped onto the 10,000th step. She seemed to have found her voice again and exclaimed, "He really did climb the 10,000th step..."

The head of the sect also had bright eyes and an excited tone. He said "good" several times and said: "Since the establishment of Xuanxian Sect and the ancestor set up the ladder to immortality, no one has climbed the ten thousand steps except the ancestor himself."