In late autumn, there is a bleak atmosphere on Qingping Mountain. The autumn wind blows the fallen leaves among the bare branches and barren canyons, showing the desolation...

But there is a kind of incompatibility in this lingering depression, and what reflects this is a thin figure.

This is a young man, about eight or nine years old, with an expressionless face. He just stands upright on the rock wall. His thin body looks weak, but he stands there so stubbornly. The young man holds his head high and is longer than his ears.

His hair was disheveled, and his clear eyes stared straight into the sky, seeming to be discerning something, but sometimes shaking his head as if lamenting something. He seemed to have a quality beyond his age, wisdom? Vicissitudes? Can't tell...

Wangtian stood on the top of the mountain, overlooking the land where he had lived for ten years, but he couldn't find a trace of familiarity in his heart. No, the corners of his mouth raised slightly because he thought of his parents and those simple and kind people.

He couldn't help but sigh and looked up at the empty sky again. He was thinking and trying to find his answer. This attempt had been going on for many years, although he knew that it was in vain. He knew that his

There is always a trace of sadness hidden deep in the eyes...

He leaned over and reached out to pick up a broken branch on the ground, but he was thinking in his heart, since it was a foregone conclusion, why bother to think about it. When he stood upright again, his eyes became firm, and he raised the dead branch in his hand,

As soon as he stepped forward, his figure was as quick as a young teacher's, and began to flicker. The broken branch in his hand turned into a long sword. With his movements, it turned into little cold stars, stabbing, picking, chopping, or chopping.

A wind wave rolled up around him, causing fallen leaves to flutter in the wind. His movements became faster and faster, almost undetectable. In terms of physical limits alone, he had already exceeded the limits that ordinary adults could reach. It is unimaginable to have someone like this.

A boy of only ten years old has superb swordsmanship and strong physical fitness. The dead leaves flying in the air were chopped into smaller pieces by his "sword".

Suddenly, his body froze, letting the broken leaves drift in the wind. His whole body seemed to be exhausted, swallowing the fresh mountain air wantonly, breathing heavily to calm down his agitated mood.

This should be life?!

Suddenly, "Tian'er!" A melodious female voice sounded in the mountains. He looked up at the sky, turned around, and naturally showed a childlike smile on his face, smiling at the young woman who hurried towards his location, as if she had just

Everything that happened had nothing to do with him.

"Mother!" she called to the sky.

Luo Rou's beautiful eyes softened and she looked at her son with a hint of reproach, feigning anger: "Why did you come here again and stay for two whole hours? If you don't see you again, your father will think you are

He was captured by the Talisman Beast!" Wangtian smiled sheepishly and said, "Mom! The child just went out for a walk and was alone. Don't worry! I'll be fine."

"Pfft-" When Luo Rou heard this, she laughed so hard that she stretched out her index finger and looked at the sky between her eyebrows, "You are like a brat, so you should imitate adults at a young age and be flirty! She actually said that she was just going out for a walk and being alone for a while.

Jing! What can you have on your mind, you little brat!" "Hehe!" Wangtian echoed with a silly chuckle, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness in his heart...

Qingping Mountain is located in the mountain range on the edge of Tianxuan Continent facing the Northern Territory. To the south is Fuyang and Hengshui City. Between Hengshui City and the mountain range, there is a large empty and deserted area. It is sparsely populated, remote and has few people.

Wangtian. Although it is located in a remote place, there are many simple mountain people who have lived in the mountains for generations. Wangtian was born in such a small mountain village, Qingshan Village.

Back in the village, Wangtian had more smiles on his face. When he saw acquaintances, he said hello, like a good baby. The villagers all said that Wangtian was sensible, which made Luo Rou feel a little embarrassed and pretended to be angry.

He glanced at the sky, but pretended not to see it, and still walked among the people with a smile.

When I returned home, I pushed the door open and suddenly felt a sense of hierarchy. Wangtian's family background was not prominent in the village, and he seemed to have moved from somewhere else. There were no expensive calligraphy and painting sandalwood tables and chairs, or a spacious living room.

But people can feel an antique style. There are several drawings by unknown painters hanging on the walls on both sides. The tables, chairs and benches are in order, and they are actually carved from the sycamore wood cut down on the mountain. They are natural and natural, as if they were the result of a single blow.

, unlike other crude works, you can almost feel the force of the sculptor wielding the knife. It is indescribably exquisite and impressive. It should be simple and atmospheric. These are all from Wangtian's father Ye Qiubai, who was also his father.

It was hard to believe that an ordinary mountain man could have such profound attainments in the art of craftsmanship. Wangtian never took it seriously, so he just secretly watched and learned a few moves that his father practiced alone.

His swordsmanship was amazing, so he pondered for a long time on his own to achieve his current skills, but he turned a deaf ear to the carving skills that his father wanted him to learn.

At this moment, there was a thin man standing in the middle of the hall, with his back to the door, seeming to be thinking about something. "Father! I'm back." Wangtian shouted.

Huo, the man turned around and immediately revealed his face. His stern face had sharp edges and corners, his eyebrows were horizontal, and his long hair was scattered on his shoulders. There seemed to be a little bit of coldness in his eyes that could not be concealed, and the whole person was in an instant.

There was an extremely sharp needle-pricking feeling in his eyes, but he restrained it in an instant. He didn't know what he was thinking just now. He looked up at the sky and trembled suddenly. He stared again, and the mature man in front of him became that man again.

An ordinary mountain man looked at the sky and thought to himself, he had only secretly seen the momentum just now when his father was practicing martial arts alone, but he had never faced it directly. Could it be that his father was a warrior? Is this momentum?

The man spoke, his clear voice without losing his majesty, and he said slowly: "Tian'er, do you know why I have always refused to let you practice martial arts?" At the same time, his eyebrows twisted, and his sharp eyes were as heavy as weight.

Staring straight at the sky. Wangtian's legs trembled, and he secretly cried out that something was wrong. He couldn't help but lower his head and said in a voice like a mosquito: "Father, I know I was wrong!"

"Hmph! I've always wanted you to learn my carving skills, but you've always refused. It doesn't matter if you don't want to learn, but you practice sword practice secretly behind my back. Do you think I don't know? Huh?!"

It was late autumn, but Wang Tian felt out of breath, as if he was carrying a mountain on his back. Big beads of sweat slid down Wang Tian's forehead, dripping on the bluestone bricks with a "pop" sound, but it was like a huge stone falling on him.

Wang Tian remained silent in his heart, not daring to disobey at all. Luo Rou on the side also rarely showed any favoritism towards Wang Tian.

Ye Qiubai turned his back and softened his voice a little, "Struggles exist everywhere. Your mother and I moved here because of the fights. It's for your own good not to let you practice martial arts. Besides, how much can you learn?"

Points? Don’t turn my Ye family’s swordsmanship training into a joke.” After saying that, Ye Qiubai flicked his sleeves and walked slowly towards the back room. Looking up at his father’s back, he was silently lost in thought...

After dinner, another sleepless night...

Tossing and turning while looking at the sky, lying on the bed, his mind was a little confused. He recalled everything he had experienced over the years, his parents, playmates, villagers, familiar mountain roads, dense forests...

Through the window, looking at the sky full of stars, more distant pictures appeared one by one at this moment, and then disappeared one by one. When he imagined again, most of the scene was blurred, and then his vision also became blurred, and suddenly

Suddenly, Wangtian seemed to hear a soft moan, a call, not far away. Wangtian raised his upper body and looked into the distance. Then, he saw...

A blur of light and shadow flickers, forming a mask. Those familiar areas become unusual under the light and shadow. This is a feeling that cannot be explained clearly, but it seems to be a kind of familiarity that exists in the memory, as if it is enveloped.

In the reality under the illusion, it was impossible to distinguish between reality and illusion. There was a white area, some light and shadow. He could see clearly, it was in the back mountain!

Why is it so familiar? Where is it? Where does this feeling of familiarity come from? I looked at the sky and thought hard.

It was raised, and an idea flashed in Wangtian's mind, yes! That's it, this sense of familiarity comes from there!

The answer I've been looking for...

Wangtian got out of bed, got dressed, and tiptoed out of the door. At this time, those light sources had long disappeared. Relying on his memory, Wangtian walked to the end of the village and hurried towards the direction he had already identified.

When he stopped walking, he had already run out of the familiar mountain forest and came to an area that few people went deep into. It was also a strange area that the villagers had different opinions on. This was the light source identified by Wangtian. Continuing to move forward, he started

He became cautious. Although he was not afraid of those weird legends, in the deep mountains, beasts still appeared frequently.

He saw a pair of shining bright spots, looked at the sky, and his heart trembled. Based on the alertness and hunting skills he had developed since childhood, he recognized that they were a pair of wolf eyes. He instinctively wanted to retreat, but was forced to do so.

He suppressed the urge to escape. He slowly possessed himself and reached out to reach for the rocks on the side.

The female wolf let out a greedy growl, as if she was coveting the delicious food that had entered her territory late at night. Then she walked towards the sky step by step, baring her teeth and revealing her sharp fangs, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any time.

Wangtian stared at the female wolf closely, holding the stone tightly, rubbing his hands and his heart ached. He got closer, and closer again, and Wangtian did not dare to move at all. The female wolf may have thought that the weak human in front of him did not feel the slightest threat to him.

His steps were just a pause, his body shrank back, his hind legs kicked off the ground, and he jumped up towards Wangtian. Naturally, Wangtian would not let it knock him down. He immediately took a step to the left and turned his body to the right.

At the same time, he threw the stone in his hand towards the she-wolf.

"Ouch~" The stone hit the wolf's belly. The female wolf felt pain and jumped away. She howled immediately when she landed. She turned her head with a fierce look in her eyes and stared at the sky fiercely, as if she had lost her patience and didn't want to wait.

Tian reacted, and the she-wolf once again jumped into the air and pounced toward Wangtian. Wangtian's scalp suddenly exploded, and he turned around and ran like crazy, with the she-wolf chasing after him.

I don't know how long he ran, but Wang Tian felt that his legs were getting heavier and heavier, and his breathing was getting more and more difficult. However, the she-wolf was still behind him, her green eyes glowing strangely against the night, as if she was toying with what was about to come to her.

The prey, let him be exhausted and weak, and let it slaughter him.

At this time, Wangtian's vision had begun to blur. He knew that such a chase had exhausted his physical strength and was a precursor to fainting. He gritted his teeth and refused to admit defeat. He never thought that he would be buried in the wolf's mouth. Unfortunately, it backfired.

, in the distance, Wangtian saw a huge shadow like a mountain standing in front of him, standing on the road ahead of him. Wangtian tried his best to remember, but he couldn't remember that there had been such a conspicuous and tall stone mountain here.

If there is a reason why he has no memory, it can be said that he is very familiar with the terrain here, and could this place that seems to be blank in memory be his burial place?

As a last resort, Wangtian could only bite the bullet and continue moving forward. At this moment, he had entered the valley, and the slopes on both sides were not something he could climb with bare hands...

Finally, he ran to the boulder, raised his head and swept it all over. It was really a rock mountain. From a close distance, he realized how tall it was. It was probably a thousand feet high, but the strange thing was that the rock mountain should be a complete boulder. At this moment,

Wangtian was even more confused.

The road was dead, and in desperation, Wangtian had to turn around. What surprised him was that the female wolf was looking in this direction from a hundred meters away. She seemed a little unwilling, but more of a fear, Wangtian felt

Overjoyed and relieved, he collapsed on the ground with his back against the boulder mountain and breathed deeply.

"Buzz~" There was a soft groan, and a white light lit up, covering Wangtian's sight almost instantly. Wangtian was alert that the light source was behind him, and turned around, and five huge ancient characters came into view. This kind of font was beyond the scope of

Wangtian knew all about it, but what was strange was that he silently read the meaning of these five words in his mind in just one glance.

"Seal the Three Thousand Realms!!!"

The five ancient characters exuded a majestic aura that seemed to transcend eternity, which immediately made the God of Heaven fall in love, and couldn't help but reach out and touch the stone mountain.

Just when he touched the stone mountain, the five ancient characters turned into a stream of light and poured into his body from Wangtian's body.
Chapter completed!