The boy has never seen his parents since he was born, because of his chaotic spiritual roots, he is not tolerated by heaven and earth.
Face life with optimism, practice diligently, and approach the truth step by step
When he was about to reach the pinnacle of cultivation, the gods appeared and were determined to kill him.
At this time, the boy was surrounded by his friends and relatives who he had made on the road of cultivation.
There are mortals, monks, and fellow disciples, all trying to help the boy win that ray of hope.
The eldest brother pointed his sword at the gods: "Today my junior brother wants to reach the pinnacle of cultivation and break the game of heaven and earth. If anyone of you tries to stop me today, we will fight to the death."
Thunder roared down from the sky, and people fell down one after another.
When an attack was about to strike the boy, an old man blocked it.
"You gods are high and mighty, and treat living beings as ants, and look down on life as worthless. Ever since I began practicing cultivation, although I have been naughty and mischievous, causing troubles time and again, I have a kind heart and want to save all living beings. Hey! My disciple, let me send you on your last journey." With an explosion, the master blew himself up.
The boy climbed up to the gate of heaven, bowed deeply to the crowd, and took out his wine glass.
Snowstorm and wine glass push
The world does not allow homelessness
No need to help me on my road to success
I dare to ask the heavens who else is there
There was a muffled "bang," like thunder exploding in the silent night, and Jiang Feng suddenly jumped up from his bed. He gasped for breath, beads of sweat streaming down his forehead. His entire body was already drenched in sweat, and his damp clothes clung to his skin, causing a sticky and uncomfortable sensation. And now, a sharp pain like a thunderbolt pierced his chest, causing him to frown and grit his teeth.
This kind of scene was not unfamiliar to Jiang Feng; it was even commonplace. Ever since he could remember, he had often fallen into the same strange dream. Each time, the same scene reappeared before his eyes.
In that dream, a man and a woman stood side by side before me. Their figures were shrouded in layers of mist, making it difficult to discern their true features. However, behind them stood a mysterious old man. His figure was hunched, like a candle in the wind, yet he exuded a faint, unsettling aura.
Looking at the man again, he was a burly, powerful figure, radiating a powerful and domineering aura. His armor was tattered, covered in jarring cracks and bloodstains, as if he had just experienced a brutal, life-or-death struggle. The blue sword he gripped was trembling slightly, its blade gleaming with a cold light, as if lingering murderous intent.
The man slowly turned, his gaze tenderly directed at the woman beside him. He extended his broad, blood-stained hands and gently smoothed her slightly disheveled hair. Then, his gaze fell on the baby in the woman's arms. A deep sense of guilt shone in the man's eyes, as if filled with endless regret and self-blame.
Then, the man suddenly bit his middle finger, muttering something. As his incantation rang out, a powerful wave of energy rapidly spread from his fingertip. Finally, he gently placed his blood-stained finger between the baby's eyebrows. Instantly, dazzling rays of light burst forth from the baby's body, illuminating the entire dreamlike space like a dazzling display of fireworks. Simultaneously, the baby's previously closed eyes suddenly opened, and two golden rays of light shot forth. His small form was enveloped in a holy aura, resembling an angel descended to earth.
However, this sacred scene didn't last long. Soon, a pained expression appeared on the baby's face, and his body began to twitch uncontrollably. The powerful energy from the man's fingertips raged wildly within the baby, causing him to burst into excruciating pain, causing him to burst into tears...
The baby wailed, its tiny hands waving in the air. The woman, tears streaming down her face, bit her lip, blood trickling from the corners of her mouth as she gazed at the child in her arms with heartache. The man withdrew his fingers and gently patted the woman beside him. The woman gently kissed the baby's fair face, her words unceasingly uttering something—perhaps reluctance, exhortations, self-blame, a mother's love for her child. The baby, as if understanding her words, ceased crying, touched her cheek with its tiny hand, and fell back into a deep sleep.
The woman raised her head to the heavens and let out a long cry. Her eyes grew determined. She lifted the baby and placed it in the old man's arms. She formed a ten-point seal with her hands and chanted an ancient incantation. Suddenly, the earth trembled, and layers of seven-colored light rose from the ground, enveloping the old man. As the light slowly rose, the figures of the old man and the baby gradually disappeared.
As the formation vanished, the man turned and looked into the thick fog, a murderous aura rising from his body! The sword in his hand hummed as a blue dragon flew out from the sword, circling above the man, and waves of dragon roars resounded through the sky.
At this time, the woman also came to the man's side, with a strange red umbrella floating above her head. The umbrella was painted with various ghost totems, which were vivid and creepy. The man looked at the woman with a gentle gaze, then looked into the depths of the fog and shouted loudly: "Who is willing to fight me?"
At this time, the fog slowly dissipated, and the figures on the opposite side gradually became clear. This, this, this. What kind of team is this? There are nine-day phoenixes and dragons flying in the sky, and there are Taoist priests with immortal temperaments and great compassion on the ground, and there are demons with human faces and demon bodies, and there are demons wrapped in black mist.
What monstrous sins had this man and woman committed to provoke a frenzied hunt by the entire world? At that moment, a man at the center of the pursuit raised the corners of his mouth and let out a scornful chuckle. His gaze was fixed on the mysterious formation where the old man had just vanished, muttering to himself, "Escaped? Humph, the so-called abandoned pawn of heaven and earth, unacceptable to heaven and earth. Let's see how you can break this chess game set by heaven and earth, and how you can challenge the laws of all things." With that, the man's eyes suddenly shone with two mysterious and dazzling golden rays, shooting straight towards the point where the formation had vanished.
"Ah!" With a startled cry, Jiang Feng suddenly opened his tightly closed eyes. Every time the dream reached this point, it would abruptly end. Jiang Feng felt as if he were there himself, empathizing with the person in his dream. He couldn't help but wonder, "What kind of connection do I have with this person in my dream? Why do I feel such a sense of familiarity and familiarity towards them immediately? Could it be that in this vast world, there really are those legendary rare and exotic beasts?" At this thought, Jiang Feng couldn't help but laugh, shook his head, and muttered to himself, "Whether it's true or not, it's not something I should be concerned about right now. Winter is approaching, and after I finish my training today, I must quickly head to the mountains for some hunting. After all, I need to prepare food for the winter." After this thought, Jiang Feng quickly stood up and began to pack his things. Once everything was packed, he walked straight out the door with a firm and powerful step.
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