For mortals to cultivate the Tao has always been an extremely difficult thing.
He had an opportunity to improve his qualifications, but he turned it down.
Do you regret it?
Lang Ping stood silently on the white jade steps.
From the outside, this is a wide white jade staircase, but from his perspective, the place where he is located is a void and chaotic space, with a persistent gray mist surrounding him.
A faint, almost imperceptible voice lingered in his ears.
If you listen closely, you can still hear a lot of mocking laughter, like tiny ants slowly gnawing at your lungs and heart.
"Useless... Alas, if I had known his talent was so low, I would never have... Never mind, what's the use of saying all this?"
"The divination of that year was probably wrong. This person is not the disciple destined to bring glory to our peak. Oh well."
"... You still think you're Master's beloved disciple? How laughable! Don't you even look at yourself? How much time did it take you to even begin your cultivation?"
"Waste!"
"You coward, I'm insulting you like this, and you don't even dare to fight back?"
"Hey, hand over your Spirit Stone for this month, or you know what will happen."
"Someone like him wouldn't stand out in a crowd of ordinary people. Why would I even look at him? Don't make me laugh."
"..."
One voice after another, one sentence after another, men's voices, women's voices, but more often, and louder, was the voice that first knocked on Lang Ping's door.
He discerned among the many voices and recognized that it was his own.
But he was far more indifferent and more spirited than her.
'He' was asking him.
Do you regret it?
The gray mist dissipated, and a figure appeared in front of Lang Ping.
He looked over and was suddenly stunned.
With similar facial features, on his own face, he could only be described as having striking eyebrows and bright eyes, adding a touch of handsomeness. However, on the other person's face, he was strangely captivating.
Wearing the same clothes, I no longer look drab, but I can't convey the same high spirits and enthusiasm as that person.
The person opposite me is the same person as myself.
"Inner demons?" Lang Ping raised an eyebrow.
He thought he wouldn't have any inner demons.
Unexpectedly, my inner demon was myself.
Unexpectedly, Lang Ping, who had his face on the other side, suddenly smiled.
It was a slightly sharp smile, a piercing smile that Lang Ping herself would never show.
It was full of aggression.
Lang Ping said calmly, "You're not worthy of me becoming your inner demon."
"I am you."
But I am not you either.
"In fact, I'm the one who chose to agree to Master's request to improve my aptitude."
Once upon a time, when faced with Lin Xuan's suggestion, Lang Ping remained silent for a moment before ultimately choosing to refuse.
But that doesn't mean he wasn't tempted at the time.
Or rather, which person practicing Daoism wouldn't be tempted?
That's a much straighter, more level road leading to heaven.
Thinking of this, Lang Ping pursed her lips slightly and shook her head.
"So that's how it is. It was my hesitation back then that created my inner demons, which is why I've become like this on the Heart-Questioning Road..." He looked at his reflection, lost in thought. "So, I must defeat you to move forward?"
"I don't have much time, please hurry."
Even though he believed the other person was a demon in his heart, he maintained his composure, spoke softly, and bowed slightly to the other person.
This scene caused Lang Ping on the other side to suddenly smirk, her chest heaving, and let out a slightly displeased, sarcastic laugh.
"It's still the same old thing, it's disgusting to look at. Was I really that old-fashioned back then? How ridiculous."
Do you even know what you've refused?
He looked around at the chaos before him, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.
"This... is Heaven-Gazing Ridge, isn't it?"
"You rejected Master's suggestion. Do you regret it? If you hadn't refused, things wouldn't have been so difficult."
Seeing Lang Ping Ping's unmoved expression, he shook his head.
"Stubborn and incorrigible."
Then, he suddenly waved his hand.
"Very well, I'll show you just how far Heaven-Gazing Ridge would have gone if you were me and accepted Master's suggestion to improve their aptitude!"
Vast expanses of vibrant, dark colors flashed before my eyes.
The chaotic images flashed before my eyes like snowflakes.
Lang Ping stood still, silently observing everything before her.
He was calm.
Even when looking at himself in the picture, possessing talent that is difficult for ordinary people to match, directly ascending to the eightieth floor and crushing other geniuses, he remained unmoved.
Looking at that version of himself, once a powerful figure in the Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect, now fearing the power of all those who had mocked him, and begging for mercy.
Looking at that version of himself, he became a renowned prodigy in the Heaven-Gazing Domain, and the true holy son of the Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect in the eyes of everyone.
Looking at that version of myself, standing out in the surrounding domain, climbing all the way up...
Heaven-Gazing Ridge is just the beginning.
If he hadn't made the wrong choice and possessed such terrifying talent, the scene would have become a reality, and he wouldn't have had to exert himself so much, working so hard, climbing here like a snail.
Do you regret it? Looking at yourself now, don't you feel pathetic?
Lang Ping inquired.
But looking at herself like this, Lang Ping suddenly smiled.
He shook his head, casually dismissing the scene before him, and spoke softly.
"Don't call me Master."
He paused, then added.
That's my master, not yours.
"You are not me."
He reminisced about the magnificent scenery he had just witnessed.
Is it scenic?
really.
But that was never what Lang Ping wanted.
Even if he were given a hundred more chances, he would still firmly say that he would never agree to his master's suggestion.
because.
Humans are born as mortals.
Few are born with this knowledge.
Even rarer are those born as immortals.
His purpose has never changed from the very beginning.
So what if we're just ordinary people?
He wants to become an immortal.
With a mortal body.
To conquer all corners of the land.
This resolve will never waver.
What do the opinions of others, or how much influence they wield, matter to him?
All he wanted was a sword!
Only the ultimate expression of swordsmanship could fulfill his heart's desire and aspirations.
This thought.
This must not be shaken.
I will never regret it.
As Lang Ping's resolve hardened, the other ' Lang Ping ' before her showed a hint of astonishment on her face, and then her entire body began to disintegrate and disintegrate.
Finally, as he gazed at Lang Ping, he suddenly smiled.
"You are very good..."
To outsiders, Lang Ping, who was stuck at the ninth level, suddenly began to move.
He slowly lifted his leg.
One step, and it was over.
They walked steadily and surely.
Unwavering.