Natural disasters come to the world. In order to survive, all immortal sects open their gates to accept disciples.
They asked me to climb the ninety-nine and eighty-one steps to heaven, saying that those who could climb to the top would be able to gain enlightenment.
As a mortal, I stepped all over the blood-stained stairs, only to find that the immortal at the top laughed at me: "Is a mortal skeleton worthy of asking an immortal?"
That day, instead of kneeling down, I crushed the last step.
The way of heaven shook, and an abyss opened at my feet: "This road is cut off, and the path to immortality cannot tolerate mortal bones."
"Then open a new path."
I jumped into the abyss.
