How many times does a normal person have to die in the world of cultivation?

When Li Xiaoxiao stepped steadily onto the twentieth step, the entire altar trembled.

The aura around her became increasingly fierce, like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath, emitting a chilling edge.

At this moment, she was no longer the injured person who was fleeing in a panic after being chased by everyone, but a phoenix reborn from the ashes.

The old man stood on the tenth step with his eyes wide open and his hands clenched tightly, his knuckles turning white from excessive force.

"Impossible! How is this possible!" His voice was filled with anger, unwillingness and even a hint of panic.

Even though he leaned forward desperately and tried his best to break through the invisible restraint, it was all in vain.

Li Xiaoxiao felt the struggle and disbelief of the people behind him, but did not stop.

Her eyes were fixed firmly on the top of the altar, which was calling her!

The higher she went in this place, the more familiar it felt to her, as if she had been here before.

Every step she took was steady and powerful, and with every breath, it seemed that her cultivation level was increasing.

Just as she stepped onto the 25th step, a thick fog suddenly rose around the altar.

The mist was light golden in color and emitted a warm glow.

In the mist, some images could be vaguely seen passing by quickly in front of his eyes. Although it was just a quick glance and his faces could not be seen clearly, Li Xiaoxiao still felt that these figures were extremely familiar.

Where and when did you see me?

Suppressing the thoughts in his mind, Li Xiaoxiao continued to move forward carefully.

When Li Xiaoxiao stepped onto the 26th step, the fog became thicker and thicker, and it was almost pitch dark.

Her heartbeat suddenly quickened, not because of fear, but because of an inexplicable excitement and anticipation.

With every step forward, the sense of familiarity becomes stronger, as if one is about to touch upon a long-forgotten secret.

Suddenly, a gentle voice sounded in her mind: "You are finally back. I have waited for this day for too long..."

The voice was ethereal and vague, carrying with it endless vicissitudes and relief while seeming to be complaining.

Li Xiaoxiao stopped and looked around vigilantly, but could not see anything, not even the stairs behind her.

It was so quiet that the only sound I could hear was my own slightly rapid breathing.

"Who is it? What do you mean?" Li Xiaoxiao asked bravely.

However, the only response she got was silence, as if the sound had never appeared.

Li Xiaoxiao frowned and continued walking forward.

When she stepped onto the 27th step, the fog in front of her eyes suddenly dissipated, revealing a strange space.

In this space, countless stars are suspended, and each star emits a soft light, like a dreamlike painting.

In the center of this starry sky, there is an ancient palace with its doors closed, exuding an awe-inspiring atmosphere.

Li Xiaoxiao was shocked by the scene before her, and she walked towards the palace involuntarily.

As she approached the palace, the gate slowly opened, and a powerful force rushed towards her, sucking her in.

Inside the palace, Li Xiaoxiao saw a huge figure.

The figure had his back to her, and was emitting golden light all over his body. Just one glance at him and Li Xiaoxiao felt a stinging pain in her eyes and almost shed tears.

Dry, too dry! She urgently needs eye drops!

"Welcome back." The figure spoke slowly, but his voice exploded in Li Xiaoxiao's ears like a loud bell.

'Welcome back? ' What does that mean?

Even though Li Xiaoxiao tried her best to think about it, she still couldn't figure it out.

Did she recognize the wrong person?

This is the only reasonable assumption.

"I haven't seen you for a long time. You look like this now. It's really disappointing."

Li Xiaoxiao lowered his head and did not dare to look up again. He could only shout at the person who was high above him: "I am not talented, please tell me clearly!"

The other party was silent for a long time. Li Xiaoxiao did not dare to make a sound, but just swallowed subconsciously.

Then a long sigh was heard: "Alas! It seems it's still early."

Before Li Xiaoxiao could react, the stairs came into view again. When he looked back again, Li Xiaoxiao was shocked.

There were several people standing on the stairs, but except for the old man who had turned into a sculpture, the rest of the figures had disappeared. Looking closely, there was some dust on the stairs that had not yet dissipated.

Li Xiaoxin was shocked. What happened in just a few breaths?

She didn't dare to stop, she lifted up her skirt and ran up in two steps...