One Planet for Everyone: Starting to Build a Cultivation Civilization

"You think you control everything, but in fact, in the process of civilization development, you can only play a small part."

"All life on the planet is fresh, with its own thoughts, emotions, and determination."

"Chuangshi God is at most just adjusting the direction of civilization development, and what kind of civilization can develop and where it can go is up to them!"

"Look carefully, they will definitely create a miracle that you have never imagined!"

Yang Fan recalled the process of Blue Star's development, and those fresh lives passed through his mind one by one, which made him firmer in his thoughts.

Blue Star wants to be promoted to a tenth-level planet, so he cannot rely on external forces, but can only rely on the life on the planet to make a self-breakthrough.

At this time, Yang Fan's consciousness was already extremely weak, and his control over Lan Xing was getting weaker and weaker.

The bewitched monks killed the Heavenly Court, cut off the head of the Heavenly Emperor, and hung it on the gate of Heaven to show off their might.

More and more evil spirits emerged from the underworld. Countless sects of cultivating immortals were wiped out by evil spirits. Only a few low-level monks survived and rebuilt their sects on the ruins.

In order to expand their personnel, they could only lower their face and select disciples among mortals with great fanfare, and those with slightly better aptitude would be included in the sect.

Under the deliberate destruction of the Chuangshi God, the cultivation environment on the Blue Star became worse and worse, and the concentration of spiritual energy also dropped rapidly, becoming extremely thin.

The monks can only rely on spirit stones for cultivation, but without the replenishment of spirit energy, spirit stones are non-renewable resources and will be completely exhausted in a short time.

Blue Star is already in danger, and Yang Fan's consciousness has also been weakened to the extreme.

With his current strength, Ke An can only be reincarnated for one more life at most.

Although Ke An has failed hundreds of times, he is getting closer to success each time.

The reason why he didn't ring the third bell in the last reincarnation was because he felt guilty towards that girl, and his Dao heart had a crack, and he lost the chance to prove the Tao and become an immortal.

This time, Yang Fan believed that Ke An would be able to climb to the top again, ring the third bell with a flawless Dao heart, blast open the fairy gate, and set foot on the fairy road!
Just like the hundreds of reincarnations before, Ke An erased his memory and became a mortal boy. Under the guidance of fate, he approached the huge steps leading to the heaven little by little...

On Kunshan, Tianjianzong was recruiting disciples, and there were huge crowds of people in front of the mountain gate, which was very lively.

"Come down, waste! This road is far more terrifying than you imagined, and if you continue to go forward, you will die!"

"People must be self-aware, do what they can do, and don't touch things that they can't touch. Your talent is doomed to never being a fairy for the rest of your life. Why do you have to resist your own destiny?"

"Ordinary people also have the benefits of ordinary people. Immortal cultivators may not live more chicly than ordinary people. Come down quickly, you will die." The old man with white hair and childlike face said expressionlessly, stroking his beard.

"Come back, Ke An, your family is still waiting for you to go back, don't do stupid things!" A boy in white shouted.

Ke An looked back, and the faces under the steps became clear in his mind instantly.

Most of the people who were standing under the steps and watching him climb were passers-by watching the excitement.

They made no secret of their contempt and ridicule towards Ke An, treating his act of climbing the stairs as a joke.

The old man with white hair and childlike face was the elder of Tianjianzong, responsible for recruiting disciples. Not long ago, he denied Ke An's talent and insisted that he was not a material for cultivating immortals, so he gave up his thoughts and went home as soon as possible.

The white-clothed boy was Ke An's younger brother, Cao Shan, who was determined to be the root of the heavenly spirit, which attracted the praise of the old man with white hair and childlike face, and the onlookers were also amazed by it.

Just the three simple words "Tianlinggen" made Cao Shan reborn and became a fairy that Ke An would never be able to reach all his life.

Ke An was not reconciled, his family owed a huge debt, and even if they cultivated the land for a lifetime, they would still not be able to pay it off. Only by becoming a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect and receiving subsidies from the Cultivation of Immortals could they pay off the debt, otherwise he would spend his whole life They have to be cows and horses for others.

After experiencing a heavy blow, Ke An did not bow his head like others and admit defeat. Instead, he chose to take a slant with his sword and set foot on this giant step called Dengxiantai.

It is said that as long as he can complete this step, even if he is extremely talented, the Heavenly Sword Sect will recruit him as a disciple, because this is the rule set by the ancestor of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Everyone is not optimistic about Ke An, and everyone is trying to persuade him to come down, but the more so, the more dissatisfied he is in his heart—he wants to finish this step and step into the gate of Tianjianzong with dignity!
Ke An glanced back, whether it was the old man with white hair or the young man in white clothes, they all shook their heads at this moment, feeling utterly disappointed in Ke An.

Ke An didn't say anything, but turned his head quietly, looked at the giant steps leading to the sky in front of him, raised his legs, and walked up without hesitation.

As soon as he stepped on the first step, Ke An felt a terrible pressure coming like a tide, which made him sweat like a waterfall, and his face was frighteningly pale.

His head was dizzy, and he almost fell backwards. Fortunately, he adjusted his body in time and stabilized his center of gravity.

It is indeed a path of despair.

This is just a step, Ke An already had this kind of reaction, and the steps ahead, at least tens of thousands of steps, it's no wonder that people who ascended the immortal platform would sneer at his behavior.

But so what?Now that Ke An has embarked on this road, there is no reason to back down.

He wiped the cold sweat off his brow, took a deep breath, and continued walking up without saying a word.

When he took the second step, a sense of suffocation and fainting struck instantly, occupying Ke An's brain and depriving him of consciousness.

When he woke up again, he was already kneeling on the old and heavy steps, and when he looked up, it was already dark.

The previous spectators had already dispersed, and he was the only one standing on the second step to the immortal platform against the howling wind.

"Give up. You don't have the talent to cultivate immortals. Why do you have to make things difficult for yourself? If everything followed nature and fate, those things wouldn't have happened. You...will regret it..."

The old voice came from nowhere, and the words contained grief and helplessness.

Ke An didn't recognize this voice, but felt an inexplicable familiarity.

Another step forward!
This time Ke An bit his lip, forced himself to endure the pressure of fainting, and walked up to the third step.

"Come back, this road of no return does not belong to you, why do you have to go?"

The old voice came again, echoing in Ke An's mind.

Ke An didn't say anything, but responded to the inexplicable voice with practical actions.

the fourth step!
Ke An knelt on the steps again, and when his dim eyes glowed again, his body had been beaten to pieces by the torrential rain, and the biting cold made him tremble violently, his body shrank into a ball, his forehead rolled hot.

"Heh, can the perseverance of mortals only go so far after all? Thanks to me, I still had some expectations before."

A man wearing a yellow practice suit driving a flying sword passed by, glanced at Ke An, shook his head, and didn't stay any longer.

"Since Dengxiantai was built, no one has ever reached the top."

"The matter of accepting apprentices is just a joke that the patriarch once said casually. I didn't expect that some people would actually believe it. It is really stupid to bear the pressure of going to Xiantai with a mortal body."

A young woman passed by here, her eyes showed contempt, her words were sharp, and she did not hide it.

However, at this time, Ke An was already immersed in climbing the immortal platform, without distracting thoughts, he didn't notice the passers-by, and he didn't care what they said or did.

At this moment, he only has the road ahead in his eyes, and he wants to reach the top step by step.

In the fifth step, Ke An passed out again, but when he woke up, he suddenly smiled, and the light in his eyes was a little more, because he had understood something, but it was not enough.

The sixth step, the seventh step, the eighth step...

Ke An forgot time, emotion and everything.He just knew to go forward, step by step.

But what surprised him was that his friend Cao Shan came to see him, and that was when he walked up to the ninth step of No.80.

Cao Shan doesn't seem to be in a good state, and he can't help sighing, saying that he envies that he can be a mortal, especially in this era that is about to change.

There was fear in Cao Shan's eyes, as if a rabbit with a broken leg met a jackal full of sharp teeth - it turns out that immortals are also afraid.

Since then, Cao Shan has come to see him often. For some reason, this young man who has risen to the sky because of his spiritual roots often has melancholy in his eyes.

He put down the arrogance of a genius, and talked with Ke An calmly, and the chat lasted for most of the day.

Of course, Ke An would only stop to talk to Cao Shan when he was too weak to move forward. This often made Cao Shan full of complaints, and sometimes he became angry, and it was common for him not to see him for a few weeks.

However, Ke An doesn't care about this, he still has a long way to go.

Cao Shan kept moaning, his expression was sluggish, Ke An couldn't figure it out, a peerless genius with the root of the heavenly spirit, who was supposed to look down on the world and swallow mountains and rivers with anger, why would he look so decadent and desperate?

Whenever Ke An asked about this, dark fear would float in Cao Shan's eyes. He took out a white bead from his bosom, stroked it gently with his hand, and said in a trembling voice: When I die, it will live too. up...

Ke An didn't understand what this sentence meant, but he only knew that Cao Shan's body was cold when he said it, like a dead person.

In any case, there is still a way to go, no matter how long or how far.

Everyone has their own way, and they all want to go to the end of the road, but when they reach the end, they often wake up suddenly-when the road is over, life will come to an end.

As spring goes and autumn comes, time flows through the fingers bit by bit.

Ke An didn't know how long he had walked, all he knew was that when he climbed the 372 steps, there was a sudden news from the sect—three arrogances of our sect died in battle in the secret realm of the empty valley, and were swallowed by the evil dragon. No bones left...

Ke An was taken aback when he heard the news, because Cao Shan hadn't come to see him for a long time.How long?Maybe a month, maybe a year, maybe three years?

A hot tear gushed out of Ke An's eyes in an instant, to the point that he retracted his foot that had already stepped out—he knew that Cao Shan was dead.

Ke An sat down on the steps, looked at the place where Cao Shan often appeared, and seemed to see the sad boy who was supposed to be proud of the crowd, but had a sad face in his eyes.

The ceremony to pay homage to Cao Shan and several other dead monks was held under Dengxiantai.No one shed tears, no one sighed, only indifference and ruthlessness.

On the journey of cultivating immortals, fighting against the sky and the earth, death is nothing more than normal.

What's more, this era is different from any previous era. It is developing in an extremely hopeless direction. No one knows whether the next person will die or not, and they are not in the mood to mourn the death of others.

Ke An stared blankly at the cold and stiff memorial ceremony, and suddenly a surge of intense sadness and anger surged in his heart, causing him to clenched his fists and stood up abruptly from the steps.

No one paid attention to him as a mortal, and all the monks left indifferently after the short memorial ceremony, only the old man who had tested their spiritual roots looked up at him.

Ke An knew that this old man with white hair and childlike face was Cao Shan's master, but for some reason, Cao Shan never wanted to mention him in front of Ke An, nor did he want to talk about anything related to him.

The old man with white hair and childlike face turned out to be younger than before, most of the wrinkles on his face disappeared, and even his snow-white hair was dyed some black.

Ke An just felt strange about this, but when he saw the white beads hanging around the old man's neck, his complexion changed instantly - these were the beads that Cao Shan had taken out.

The old man with white hair and childlike face saw the expression on Ke An's face, grinned, touched the white beads hanging around his neck, and said:
"Cao Shan, he is a good boy, but it's a pity that the world doesn't wait for good people..."

"Don't blame me. The world will become like this sooner or later. I just took this step earlier. What other old things are preparing is much more ruthless than me."

"With me, Cao Shan has lived a good life for at least thirty years, right? I told you before that ordinary people have the benefits of ordinary people, and those who cultivate immortals... often have a bad death."