The Hardest Opening System in History

The sky is endless, and the nine layers of heaven are overlapped one after another, making the sky so high that it is thousands of miles away.

Throughout the ages, the creatures on the ground have instinctively pursued the sky, and before the monk wants to set foot on the bridge of heaven and earth, he must span the entire nine heavens.

Under such a model that has been handed down since ancient times, the masses of beings on the ground seem to have to pursue and touch the deeper sky if they want to evolve and become immortal.

The sky is bigger than the earth!

This kind of thinking was magnified hundreds of times in the era when the Xian Ting Sacred Palace was dominating the world.

The immortal palace is high above the nine heavens, and it rules and overlooks the entire earth. At the same time, one person above the earth is overhauled against the sky and soars through the catastrophe.

In other words, the former Immortal Palace has formed a set of incomparably perfect ruling system in the long years of ruling to maintain the circulation between heaven and earth, and this ruling can be described in the simplest terms. It is the rule of the world.

Sit on the sky and rule the earth!

Therefore, the core of the Xianting Sacred Palace’s rule lies in the high above the Yunshang Palace where countless celestial sages entered and exited, and the ladder to the sky that is intangible but inherits the vision of countless people becoming immortals.

This ladder is at the top of Tangdu. In the darkness, it outlines a faint light and shadow, and one step after another, stretches upwards, passing through the dangerous nine heavens, and reaching the ruins of the fairy palace.

For countless years, although I do not know how many people have truly stepped into the fairy gate from this ladder, they have not affected the greatness of this ladder and the expectations it carries.

When dawn broke, the nine-day sun poked out his head at the east end, and the divine light and shadow of the divine powers that flickered and disillusioned each other flickered continuously, illuminating the already blurred ladder to the sky, flashing light and dark.

Suddenly, a vague spatial wave rushed from below, directly to the side of the ladder, and then a thin figure stepped out in the void, stepping firmly on the ladder.

This person is still wearing a very ruined coarse cloth, his middle-aged face is covered with scratches after the erosion of wind and frost, but he easily stands on this ladder that once a monk dreamed of, but couldn’t. As if standing on their own stairs.

However, the middle-aged man at this time did not have the slightest expression of joy on his face, but raised his head, staring at the blurry scene above the sky, and fell into a long silence.

After a while, some snowflakes began to float above this high altitude, and then the snowflakes fell on the face of the middle-aged man, but they passed by in a blink of an eye.

At the next breath, the middle-aged man stopped hesitating and stepped directly along the stairs in front of him.

"puff!"

This lightly stepped forward made a sound that sounded in the void from nowhere.

Then I watched a stream of light gushing up on the ladder at the feet of the middle-aged, just like a mountain spring that suddenly erupted, directly along the ladder at the feet of the former, all the way up.

After an instant, the figure of this person directly blended into the stream of light, disappeared into the spot in an instant, and began to lead to the ruins of the heavenly palace.

The speed of this streamer was faster and more violent than the shining thunder in the world. It traversed nine days all the way, and in only a very short time, it surpassed the entire unexplained mile-long ladder to the sky.

Then the streamer that rushed into the outer sky that day exploded directly, and the figure of the middle-aged man stepped out again in the light. At this time, his robe was flying, and within his body, there seemed to be endless aura surging.

Immediately after that, the man continued to look up and look up, and at the end of his line of sight, it was the magnificent and looming palace between dawn and darkness.

This fairy court palace, even if it has lost its former brilliance, only the ruined ruins remain, but it still makes all those who have witnessed it tremble and cannot help but awe.

The middle-aged man standing proudly in the void was no exception, and then he took a deep breath that was imperceptible, and his figure continued to rise slowly, heading towards the southern sky gate platform of the holy palace ruins.

Along the way, a large number of rubble and ruins floated in the void, and even on some buildings, there still remained the golden blood that splashed out when the celestial gods were shattered during the battle tens of thousands of years ago.

"It was a tragic battle, and it was devastated overnight. It's really sad."

The muttering sound came from the man's mouth, and then he raised his right hand, stretched it forward, and gently waved it, suddenly countless stars gushing out of his hand.

The ray of bright starlight seemed to have some indescribable vast power, gently wrapping the ruins of the broken walls floating above the void.

After a few breaths, after the starlight moved away, these broken walls were restored to their once magnificent appearance just like they were repaired by the world's most versatile master.

"Get up!"

A low drink came from the middle-aged figure's mouth, and then the latter opened his hands outwards and raised them, more stars gushing out of his body, rushing upwards.

Stars passing through the border, tall and majestic pillars depicting infinite runes, erected directly along the road, and on each of the pillars are carved the lifelike shadows of the immortal saints.

At this time, these sacred pillars spread out along the road and stood on both sides, as if countless immortal officials were welcoming the arrival of a supreme being. If you listen carefully, you can even hear the cry from the past:

"The immortals welcome the gods, welcome the gods!"

For some reason, with this cry, this middle-aged man with ragged clothes and rickety body stood upright inch by inch, and at the same time, inside his body, there seemed to be a great and supreme soul, which was gradually awakening. .

This soul was so magnificent that it only awakened for a moment, and the entire void above the nine heavens began to vibrate crazily, and at the same time, a louder greet sound kept echoing.

Afterwards, every sacred pillar extending in front of the figure began to tremble, and the shadows of the immortal saints on the sacred pillars, at the same time, bowed forward respectfully and saluted, even louder and louder.

It looks like this, it can almost be called Wanxian's pilgrimage.

In the next breath, a more intense starlight gushed out from the inside of the Tianzhu, directly spreading out a galaxy extending forward in front of the figure.

This galaxy billowed forward, extending directly beyond the Nantian Immortal Gate above. It was brilliant and dazzling, hanging for nine days. If anyone saw this scene, they would definitely feel dazzled and hard to himself.

After that, under the Nantian Gate, the figure worshipped by Wanxian raised his hands and shoulders behind his body, his head slightly lifted, and the gaze of the world stared directly at the Nanxian Gate ahead.

At the same time, a vague voice suddenly passed from outside Nanxianmen:

"This is no longer the time when you dominate the gods. What's the point of making these fake courtesies, Maharaja Gouchhen?"