Taoist immortals have lived for eighty million years.

The million-year battle between Shenwu and Xianwu finally came to an end. In the end, Xianwu won and Shenwu went into exile.

In the long battle, too many strong men of the Shenwu lineage fell.

They can only rely on Shenwu Futu to float in the dark and dead universe, not knowing where to go.

And because the Shenwu lineage fought too hard with the immortals before, many of the immortals they killed were frightened. Now that they are in despair, they are like a rat crossing the street, and everyone is shouting to beat them.

Therefore, the battle between Xianwu and Shenwu is over, but the battle between Shenwu has never stopped. Sometimes when passing through some fairy realms, the immortal monks will come to attack the Shenwu lineage.

There are even some powerful immortals who secretly follow, wanting to destroy the Shenwu lineage! Not to mention the displacement, they also have to fight all the time! It was the most miserable period of the Shenwu! If there is no way to turn the tide, the Shenwu will be mercilessly wiped out!

"Uncle, when will the fighting stop and where are we going?"

Wu Chuyang, who was still young, asked his uncle in confusion.

Uncle rubbed Wu Chuyang's head and said in a very soft but firm voice: "Martial warriors are born to fight.

Fighting is our mission and our destiny, why should we stop?"

"As for where to go?"

“Wherever your clan members are, where is your home?”

Wu Chuyang was deeply shocked.

My uncle would never say these words to him before.

"Then...can I fight too?"

Wu Chuyang's eyes were full of hope.

His parents left home when he was young, and he was almost brought up by his uncle.

For Wu Chuyang, his uncle was a heaven-like existence that he needed to look up to.

"Why not?"

Uncle laughed: "You also have noble divine and martial blood flowing in your body!"

"But...I can't practice divine martial arts."

Wu Chuyang's expression darkened.

"Who said that if you can't practice divine martial arts, you can't become a strong person and you can't fight?"

My uncle spoke loudly: "If you have the ambition to practice martial arts in your heart, you will practice martial arts!"

When Wu Chuyang heard this, he was inspired: "Uncle, I have decided that I will practice well and fight for Shenwu like my parents in the future, and I will die without regrets."

Uncle nodded affirmatively.

Wu Chuyang immediately ran away happily.

Uncle looked at it with eyes that were both sad and expectant.

At this time.

An old man came over and said softly: "Ling Yun, Chu Yang will not achieve much in this life. You can't give him too much thought."

but.

But my uncle said: "If a young child has mediocre qualifications and does not have the ambition to reach the sky, then he is really finished."

"However, he will go through a lot of hardships and pain."

The old man said.

"Chu Yang was born with high expectations.

My eldest brother, I hope he can lead the Shenwu lineage to rise.

He was born with a mission, and mediocrity is his greatest torture."

Uncle said stubbornly.

"You...oh!"

The old man sighed and finally asked: "Then can you make him a strong man?"

"have no idea."

Uncle shook his head: "I don't even know if Chuyang can persist, but I will support all his decisions."

..."Wu Chuyang, are you the only one who still wants to lead the rise of Shenwu?"

"Stop dreaming, wake up! You can only cultivate immortal martial arts, how can you lead the rise of divine martial arts?"

"We won't look down on you, but don't talk about Zhenxing Shenwu all day long, okay?"

"Your parents are strong men of Shenwu, and your uncle is one of the backbones of the Shenwu lineage! As for you, how are you different from a waste now?"

Amidst the scoldings of the teenagers, Wu Chuyang left with a bruise and a swollen face.

This is a competition that young people from the Shenwu lineage often engage in! Wu Chuyang has great faith in his heart and hopes to become powerful by cultivating the Immortal Martial Arts and lead the rise of Shenwu.

but.

The ideal is beautiful, but the reality is extremely cruel! He who cultivates immortal martial arts cannot be compared with his peers who cultivate divine martial arts! Even those peers who cultivate immortal martial arts are far beyond him! Wu Chuyang only feels that the future is bleak.

There is no hope in sight.

"Uncle, can I really not practice martial arts?"

Wu Chuyang was unwilling and full of grievances.

If he could cultivate divine martial arts, how could he lose to them?

Uncle's eyes became stern: "Do you want to give up?"

"No, I..." A trace of flinching flashed in Wu Chuyang's eyes.

The uncle immediately slapped him to the ground and scolded him: "If you give up when you encounter setbacks, how can you achieve great success?

People with extraordinary talents have to go through thousands of hardships before they can achieve great achievements. You have nothing, why do you give up so easily?"

"Uncle..." "You can't cultivate immortal martial arts, so what qualifications do you have to cultivate divine martial arts?"

"Uncle, I was wrong..." "Wu Chuyang, my Shenwu lineage also has top Immortal Martial Powerhouses! Even the ultimate Immortal Martial Arts can become a Martial God! Just keep this idea in mind and practice for me,

If you can't do it, give up now and don't come to me again in the future!"

Uncle's eyes became more and more severe.

Wu Chuyang gritted his teeth and shouted: "Uncle, I know!"

"Go ahead.

Uncle believes in you, you will not be worse than others.

If you don't even believe in yourself, how can you be strong and how can you make others value you and follow you?"

Uncle said earnestly: "Since you want to lead the rise of Shenwu, then show your due faith!"

"yes!"

Wu Chuyang shouted with red eyes.

...Shenwu Conference Hall.

"Wu Lingyun, your nephew Wu Chuyang has mediocre qualifications and has no hope of becoming a strong man in this life, but you continue to give him a lot of practice resources. What do you mean?"

Someone called Shenwu Su Lao asked.

Uncle retorted: "Who said Chuyang can't become a strong man?"

"There is no divinity in his body, and his bloodline is even more mixed. Even if he has a heaven-defying destiny, he cannot change his fate!"

The old man shouted again.

"Does my Shenwu lineage only care about blood?"

Uncle, however, was unwavering: "Who said that without blood and divinity, one cannot become a strong man?

Chuyang is determined and ambitious, and he will achieve great success in the future!"

"You are kidding yourself!"

“My own children don’t believe it, so what else can I believe?

I, Wu Lingyun, guarantee with my life that as long as Chu Yang doesn’t die in the future, he will become a strong man!”

"But... our Shenwu lineage has too few resources, so we need to focus on cultivating children with top talents!"

"Then give up my resources to Chuyang!"

Uncle blurted out.

"Nonsense, you are also the future of the Shenwu lineage!"

Su Lao scolded.

The uncle was silent for a moment, but he said: "You used to say that my eldest brother was the future of the Shenwu lineage, but he died in the battle.
To be continued...