I was killed by my relatives, and I am reborn to be ruthless.

This old and majestic voice was like the sound of nature, instantly dispelling the haze in the two people's hearts.

They looked at each other in surprise and read the same emotions in each other's eyes - astonishment, disbelief, and a glimmer of rekindled hope.

"This...is this true?" Xu Chong's voice trembled slightly.

He stood up suddenly, looking at the seemingly endless stairs with his bright eyes, his heart surging with unprecedented excitement and determination.

He Ronger was also stunned, but she quickly regained her composure, with wisdom gleaming in her eyes.

"It seems like we have to walk up these stairs today!"

Xu Chong felt helpless. He looked up at the endless stairs again and said with a sad face, "It's really a bully. I haven't even had breakfast yet, and you made me climb so many stairs."

He Ronger didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"No matter what the intention is, now that we are here, there is no reason to retreat. Let us step onto this spiritual ladder together and see what secrets are hidden at the end of it."

After saying that, she took the first step and stepped onto the first step.

Xu Chong followed closely behind, and the two walked side by side, embarking on this spiritual ladder journey that was full of challenges and opportunities.

At first, the two people's steps were light and comfortable, as if they were strolling in the bustling streets, enjoying the daily leisure and comfort.

The sunlight shines through the sparse clouds onto them, adding a bit of warmth and hope to this unknown climbing journey.

They talked and laughed happily, and occasionally burst into laughter. Everything seemed so harmonious and beautiful.

However, as the altitude gradually increased, the air around us seemed to become heavier.

An indescribable spiritual pressure quietly descended, like an invisible giant hand, slowly but firmly squeezing every inch of their skin and every bone.

This pressure not only tests their physical strength, but also silently sharpens their will and determination.

After only taking a dozen steps, He Ronger felt unprecedented exhaustion.

Her breathing began to rapid, and tiny beads of sweat on her forehead sparkled in the sunlight like stars.

She had to stop temporarily, raised her arms with difficulty, and gently wiped the sweat from her forehead with her sleeves. A trace of barely perceptible fatigue flashed in her eyes.

Seeing this, Xu Chong's heart tightened: "Rong girl, are you okay? Do you want to take a rest?"

He Ronger shook her head gently, a forced smile appearing on the corner of her mouth. That smile showed both gratitude for Xu Chong's concern and confidence in her own abilities.

She took a deep breath, adjusted her breathing rhythm, and once again looked ahead at the seemingly endless stairs.

Without too many words, she just silently stepped onto the next step, interpreting persistence and courage with her actions.

In this way, the two of them, one in front and one behind, supported each other in the difficulties and challenges, and constantly broke through their own limits.

Every time they lift their feet, they transcend themselves; every time they put their feet down, they become more determined to move forward.

Sweat soaked their clothes and fatigue eroded their bodies, but the faith in their hearts was as solid as a rock, indestructible.

At the same time, people in the world outside the barrier looked at each other, their eyes full of confusion and astonishment.

The originally bustling scene suddenly became quiet, leaving only the rustling sound of wind through the leaves and the occasional rapid breathing.

"Hey, where are the people? They were standing there just now, how come they disappeared in the blink of an eye?" A disciple widened his eyes and looked around, trying to catch a clue from the crowd, but was only met with confusion.

"Yeah, I clearly remember that they were still talking, how come they were suddenly swallowed up by the air?" Another disciple also joined the search, with disbelief written all over his face.

"Could it be that they used some secret technique to hide their bodies and slipped away quietly under our noses?"

Someone made a guess, but then denied it, "But with so many of us, how is it possible that we didn't notice anything?"

"Fluctuation of spiritual power? I didn't feel anything unusual at all." An elder with a higher level of cultivation shook his head and frowned, obviously confused by this sudden change.

As everyone was discussing and speculating, a sharp-eyed disciple exclaimed with a trembling voice.

"This... isn't this the magic weapon our sect uses for the Spirit Ladder Test?"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked.

They gathered around and carefully identified the fragments on the ground, with an ominous premonition in their hearts.

"Oh my God, the sect's important magical weapon was broken! This... what should we do?" An elderly disciple shouted, his face full of anxiety and worry.

For a moment, the original concern about the whereabouts of He Ronger and Xu Chong was replaced by this sudden crisis.

Crowds began to talk about the matter, some worried that the sect would suffer a severe blow, while others speculated who was so bold as to destroy the sect's magical weapon.

In this sudden change, the fate of He Ronger and Xu Chong seemed to have been forgotten in the corner.

Cook Lao Li, who had just been affected by the residual power of He Ronger's blasting talisman, has gradually recovered.

Although the aftermath of the blasting talisman's explosion had faded away, the strong mental impact seemed to still remain in his consciousness, making it extremely difficult for him to move, and his head still ached slightly.

He was half lying on the cold ground, his eyes filled with pain, self-blame and helplessness. His gaze kept falling on the broken pieces of magic weapon beside him. Each piece seemed to be silently accusing him of dereliction of duty.

"Alas, how come I, an old man, failed at this critical moment?" Old Li sighed in his heart, the guilt towards the master in his heart surged like a tide.

This morning he had just received a temporary task from the headmaster, which was to take the spirit ladder test with a dozen people who passed the assessment yesterday. However, he did not expect that due to his own mistake, the magic weapon was destroyed and two disciples were implicated for no reason.

Old Li prayed silently in his heart, hoping that they could rely on their own strength to overcome the difficulties and return safely.

However, reason told him that such hope might be too slim.

The difficulty of the Immortal Ladder test is hard to imagine unless you experience it yourself. Even the most outstanding disciples in the sect rarely reach the top. Moreover, with the magic weapon destroyed and the unknown interference from the outside world, their situation is even more dangerous.

"I hope a miracle will happen..." Cook Lao Li muttered to himself, with a faint light flashing in his eyes.

At the same time, he was also shocked by the powerful blasting talisman that even a cultivator like him in the Spirit Transformation Stage found it difficult to resist.