Starry Sky Dome

When Lin Que was sixteen years old, Yinghuo fell from the sky, and he opened a pair of eyes that should not belong to a mortal. In the eyes of others, the world is still the same world. In his eyes, a string of golden numbers hung above everyone's head. Butcher Zhang Laosan: Fighting spirit is five hundred and fifty. Tiangang Sect disciple Zhao Pingchuan: Fighting Qi is four hundred and five. The old beggar in the ruined temple in the east of Zhendong: he has nine hundred fighting spirit. And he was full of fighting spirit. On the day the engagement was annulled, Lin Que didn't argue. He just looked at the numbers above Zhao Pingchuan's head and thought of the endless digital staircase that filled the sky in his dream. The ancient voice told him: Five hundred is the first threshold. Nine thousand is the second path. Higher - the numbers are as big as "ten thousand", "billion", or "trillion". Three months later, the Tiangangmen martial arts field was held. The five horizontal lines on the soul-detecting tablet light up one by one. The whole place was dead silent. Lin Que withdrew his hand. Five hundred, no more, no less. He glanced at Zhao Pingchuan, who was pale in the audience, and said nothing. His eyes looked farther away - the ladder that only he could see, leading to the end of the numbers in the sky, had just taken the first step. The silent boy took the first step towards trillions of stars. What he doesn't know is that there is a precisely calculated universe between each step of this ladder.