Han Yi looked down at the base and around the illusory celestial ladder. By this time, there were already countless immortals sitting in meditation in the surrounding void. Most of them were in a sorry state, with their mysterious robes tattered, burned, soaked by water, and so on, in various conditions.
Besides these, there were also some immortals who did not look quite as disheveled and were continuously stepping onto the illusory ladder. When they did, their figures also became illusory, and then they rapidly disappeared from sight.
Only when they failed would they reappear from somewhere high in the void, falling down to continue their ascent.
Continuously, immortals would climb onto the illusory ladder, vanish from sight, and just as continuously, others would reappear at some point on the ladder, only to be ejected from it, sustaining injuries of varying severity.
What Han Yi was witnessing now was just such a scene of immortals striving to ascend the ladder.
Moreover,
