Twelve million years ago! Shenwu Futu! The Shenwu lineage at that time still had its last glory! They practiced for the rise of Shenwu and fought to protect the glory of Shenwu! In such an environment, a boy

was born.

"Our child was born at the twilight of Shenwu.

I hope that he will be like the rising sun, bringing with it the latest brilliance to guide our Shenwu lineage to continue moving forward."

My father is full of expectations.

The mother smiled softly, kept touching the boy's pink face, and said softly: "Chuyang, let's call our child Wu Chuyang."

The boy's parents are powerful Shenwu cultivators of the Shenwu lineage, and the battle between Shenwu and Xianwu has reached its most critical moment.

Although the boy's parents really wanted to stay with the boy, for the sake of the clan, they had no choice but to go to the battlefield! The little boy... Wu Chuyang began to grow up slowly.

He knew that his parents were powerful divine martial monks, and they were full of glory! So from the time he was sensible, Wu Chuyang made a wish that he could also become a divine martial monk, as dazzling as his parents! For this reason, he has been growing up since he was very young.

Wu Chuyang was preparing for this from the beginning.

And when he was five years old.

That was the day when the Shenwu lineage opened its bloodline! Wu Chuyang was full of expectations. Because his parents both had pure bloodline, his bloodline would also be very powerful.

On this day, under the leadership of his uncle, he came to the ancestral hall where the bloodline was started.

but.

What greeted him was a nightmare! With mixed blood, there was no hope of martial arts in this life! This was what the old priest said to him.

Every word deeply hurts Wu Chuyang's young heart.

On the way home, he was like a zombie.

midnight.

He cried silently.

His uncle was by his side, but he didn't know how to comfort him.

As children of the Shenwu lineage, being unable to practice Shenwu is the cruelest thing in the world for them.

After crying for an unknown amount of time, Wu Chuyang asked his uncle with tears in his eyes: "Uncle, there is still hope, right? There must be hope, right?

You nod.

As long as you nod... I can continue to believe in this..." But that night, uncle never nodded... Although Wu Chuyang didn't believe it, time can always unlock many answers and make stubborn beliefs collapse.

Wu Chuyang accepted his fate! He could not cultivate Shenwu and become a Shenwu monk! Countless attempts told this fact! Of course, time is also a good medicine to heal pain! Wu Chuyang could not become a Shenwu monk, but there was always a need in life.

continue.

He started to practice Immortal Martial Arts! This was how the previous lineage of Divine Martial Arts was. If they couldn’t cultivate Divine Martial Arts, they would choose to practice Immortal Martial Arts. There was no other way.

Wu Chuyang thought that his life would pass by like this.

But things are always unpredictable! When Wu Chuyang was sixteen years old.

He remembered clearly that the heavy rain filled the sky, seeming to wash away the glory of Shenwu, and also seemed to be crying for someone.

That day.

In my memory, the tall and tall uncle seemed to have suddenly become much older, and his eyes were filled with sadness and confusion that could not be erased.

That day.

Wu Chuyang didn't know how he got there.

His uncle told him.

Their Shenwu lineage was completely defeated by the Xianwu lineage.

And his parents, whom he had not seen since birth, also died on the battlefield.

The glory of Shenwu seemed to be extinguished by the heavy rain.

Wu Chuyang was crying, but it was covered up by the roaring storm.

His short life seemed to be full of ups and downs.

But it started from that day.

Sixteen-year-old Wu Chuyang began a life of wandering.

At that time, he didn't know what kind of ice-cold and fierce future he would head into.
Chapter completed!