The King of Xiuxianjuan returns to modern times and becomes a landlord

Finally, amidst the anticipation and gaze of countless people, someone successfully reached the daunting summit. He steadily ascended the thousandth step, each step a testament to his perseverance and determination. However, just as he was about to reach the summit, the sky suddenly darkened, and a mysterious spiritual rain quietly descended. This rain, unlike ordinary rain, was imbued with a rich, immortal energy, like the purest gift from heaven and earth.

The rain gently fell upon him, washing away all the fatigue and sweat from his long journey. Each drop seemed to possess life, penetrating his skin and seeping into every part of his body. Nourished by the spiritual rain, his body felt an unprecedented sense of ease and comfort. Even more astonishing, this spiritual rain did more than simply dispel fatigue; it also unknowingly strengthened his cultivation, enriching his internal strength and elevating his realm.

At the same time, the spiritual rain quietly healed all the hidden ailments in his body. Those tiny scars and potential hidden dangers that he himself had never noticed were healed one by one under the baptism of the spiritual rain, returning him to optimal condition. His body seemed to have experienced a rebirth, every cell cheering and brimming with energy and vitality.

When the spiritual rain subsided and sunlight once again shone upon the mountaintop, he stood there, like an unshakable statue, emanating a powerful aura. His eyes were filled with determination and confidence, as if he had foreseen the path ahead. At this moment, he had not only successfully reached the summit but also gained an unexpected opportunity, laying a solid foundation for his future path of cultivation.

When someone successfully reached the summit, Ying Li's figure instantly vanished from the Nine Netherworlds and reappeared above the Heavenly Road. The cultivators present all looked up, seemingly fascinated by Ying Li's appearance.

"Everyone, listen carefully," Ying Yun announced. "Before reaching the thousandth step, the top twenty cultivators will be honored to receive a baptism of immortal power. So, strive to climb."

After saying this, Ying Ni was like dropping a bombshell, and then disappeared on the road to heaven.

On the stairway to heaven, only a handful of people climbed above the 900th step, while dozens climbed above the 800th. However, with only twenty spots available, those who had been climbing slowly quickened their pace, determined to compete for the limited spots. They knew this wasn't just a race of speed, but also a test of perseverance and determination. Every step represented a test of perseverance, and every step embodied the climber's sweat and hope.

"You've detonated a bomb among them." Ming gazed at the returning Ying Ni, then turned to look at the crowd desperately climbing the Heavenly Road for the baptism of immortal power. There was a hint of heaviness in her voice, as if she could sense the tension and anxiety in the hearts of the climbers. Everyone was fighting for those twenty precious spots, and no one wanted to fall behind in this final sprint.

The eyes of the veterans present gleamed red. Never in their youth had they encountered such a golden opportunity. Observing these younger generations through their water mirrors, they silently vowed to rigorously train their own descendants as soon as they emerged from the Path to Heaven, as long as they breathed. They must not miss the benefits of this rare journey. They knew this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, one that could change the fate of an entire family and perhaps even influence the entire landscape of the cultivation world.

"My rewards have been distributed. Now, whether they can claim them depends entirely on their own strength." Ying Ni gazed at the dozens of competitors remaining on the road to heaven. Her words were filled with confidence, yet also revealed a subtle hint of worry. She understood that despite her utmost efforts to motivate and help them, their ultimate success still depended on their own luck.

The morning sun pierced the thin mist, casting golden rays upon the thousandth stone step, interweaving with the mottled moss to create a scene of antiquity yet filled with hope. As the morning breeze gently caressed the steps, over the next few days, the steps gradually welcomed the figures of numerous climbers. Some appeared exhausted, while others gleamed with determination in their eyes, each one harboring an endless desire to reach the summit.

Muya's sweat trickled down her determined face. Each step she took seemed powerful, as if she were determined to crush all obstacles in her path. Climbers like Gu Yanqing and Miao Yimo followed closely behind her, their eyes gleaming with an indomitable spirit, each deep breath tinged with a fierce desire for victory. They all ranked in the top thirteen, each baptized by a mysterious, immortal power.

By now, dozens of climbers had gathered on the thousandth step. They were either standing or sitting, occasionally chatting with one another in a relaxed and cheerful atmosphere. They sat on the steps, watching the dozens of people still on their way to the heavens, each with a different expression: some anticipating, others curious.

However, everyone present was well aware that only five precious spots remained to continue their climb toward ultimate glory. A tense and exciting atmosphere hung in the air, and every subtle movement, every climber's action, tugged at the heartstrings of everyone present, heightening their anticipation and tension.

On the 950-plus stone steps, dozens more fiercely competed for these five precious spots. Their struggle was no longer merely a test of physical strength, but a test of will and perseverance. Some stumbled amidst the arduous climb, only to quickly pick themselves up and continue on; others, exhausted, were forced to stop, their eyes filled with regret and unwillingness. Each of their expressions betrayed a resolute resolve. Even as sweat soaked their clothes and their muscles ached, they gritted their teeth and climbed steadily, step by step.

On these stone steps, soaked with sweat and tears, each climber embodies perseverance and courage in his or her own way. They know that only those who truly persevere to the end are worthy of standing on the highest peak and enjoying the baptism of divine power. And now, with their own feet, they are marching step by step towards that goal. Their hearts are filled with the desire for victory and the unwavering pursuit of success. Even though the road ahead is long and full of uncertainties, they never retreat, believing that as long as they persist, they will surely achieve their goal.