Dun told Sima Shuo that this world is called the Tongsheng Continent, also known as the Holy Realm, and it is a place where everyone cultivates the Holy Realm.

The Sacred Realm is a round place, the land is surrounded by the sea, like a huge island, and in the middle grows a big tree that connects the heavens and the earth, named 'Tongsheng', from which the name of the Tongsheng Continent is taken.

No matter where you are in the Sacred Realm, you can see its trunk as long as you look up, and to the left of the 'Tongsheng' is a mountain range called 'Despair Ridge', and on the right is a large river called 'Sacred Source River', and the three divide the continent in two.

There are many races in the Holy Realm, and the Terrans are the most powerful race here, thanks to the current leader of the Terrans.

In ancient times, the various races of the Holy Realm fought each other, until the end of the ancient times, when the foreign invasions were defeated, and even the entire clan was wiped out.

And at this moment, the human race stood up, united all races to resist foreign lands, and carried the general trend of the holy realm, achieving a holy emperor and many holy kings, and then even led all races to fight back.

In the Great War, the Terrans secretly learned the supernatural powers of various races, strengthened their own Holy Dao cultivation system, and became stronger the more they fought. Until the end of the Great War, it naturally became the strongest race in the Holy Realm, with the 'Holy Source River' and the 'Despair Ridge' as the boundary, occupying half of the continent, and collectively calling the other races the 'Demon Race'.

The place where Sima Shuo is now is called Wangjue Peak, which is located in the Despair Ridge, and he is no longer a human being, but a demon race in the mouth of the human race.

Now he is a wolf, a yin wind wolf with gray hair all over his body, which makes him very unhappy, why should others cross to become a young master or something, and the lowest grade is also a person, and when he comes to himself, he is not even a human being, he has become a wolf, a beast, he can't understand why God should be so unfair to himself.

In the past two years, he has thought about suicide, thinking about gambling to see if he can wear it back, but in the end he gave up after thinking about it again and again, one is because he is not sure whether he crossed over after death or for some other reason, and if he loses the bet, he may really have nothing, and there are parents and younger siblings waiting for him at home, so he can't gamble, he can't afford to gamble;

Sima Shuo also asked if he could break through this heaven and earth, leave the holy realm, and go to other spaces or worlds if he cultivated by himself.

Dun told him that he could, but at least he could reach the realm of the sage, and now he is still far from the holy realm: forging body, turning pill, ming pill, danhuo, plastic pill, and melting pill six realms. Among them, the forging body is divided into five small realms: refining meat, refining blood, refining bones, refining viscera, and refining marrow.

However, in the face of so many realms, Sima Shuo didn't have so much time, because he was afraid that his parents over there would not be able to wait for him to go home after delaying for too long, so Sima Shuo thought about becoming a teacher, hoping that he could help him grow up quickly.

But he did not want to take him as a disciple, but only promised to train him, teach him, and help him as best he could, and always persuaded him that he could not reach it if he wanted to.

Sima Shuo was very skeptical of Dun's strange and selfless act of kindness, and even wondered if he had any other conspiracy, after all, pie would not fall from the sky for no reason.

After another three years of secretly vigilant work, he was still calm and normal, and for three years, Dun only let him do three things every day: running, eating, and sleeping, saying that this was the meat refining stage.

This began to make Sima Shuo a little shaken, could it be that pie really fell from the sky? But at the same time, he became more and more vigilant, feeling that he had a great plan to cultivate himself in this way.

Over the course of five years, Sima Shuo grew from a wolf cub less than a foot tall to a three-foot-tall wolf cub.

The three-foot-tall wolf was already the size of an adult wolf in the original world, but it was said that the adult Yin Wind Wolf was twenty years old, and he had to be seven or eight feet tall.

While Sima Shuo was constantly trying to grow stronger, a small town in the human territory of the Holy Realm was experiencing a heavy rainstorm once in decades, and the wind mixed with the rain was howling and abusive, and the streets of the city were empty, like a dead city.

The dark clouds above the city swirled like the mouth of a giant beast, pressing down little by little, as if to swallow the whole small city into its mouth, and the rain was like saliva sliding from the mouth of a giant beast, so fierce that it washed every corner of the city.

In the small town ravaged by the torrential rain, in the small courtyard of a small family, the grass all over the ground was washed by the rain layer by layer, becoming soft and muddy.

Suddenly, a pair of slender and thin little hands stretched out of the muddy dirt to the ground, and then the surrounding mud rolled protrusion, a clay figure sat up, the clay man suddenly opened his eyes, the focus of his eyes converged little by little, and when the focus of the eyes was restored again, the clay man looked around blankly, and suddenly the clay man held his head, shook violently, and made a hoarse "ahhhh

After more than ten minutes, when the clay man raised his head again, the mud on his face had been washed away by the torrential rain, revealing a bloodless and delicate little face, a straight nose bridge, blazing eyes, a small mouth and thin lips, if it weren't for being too thin, revealing two prominent cheekbones, this little face would be a handsome guy's embryo.

At this time, the corners of the mouth on both sides of this little face slowly turned up, and the eyes narrowed, leaving a slit, revealing an eerie smile, slowly and with great difficulty, he got up from the dirt, staggered out of the small courtyard, and disappeared into the rain.

On a desert area in the Holy Realm stands a pentagonal city, with five towers scattered in the five corners, called the Five Elements Mall.

At this time, the sky here is cloudless, the sun is hotter than usual, and the heat wave on the ground is rolling, but the Five Elements Mall is not only not affected by this heat, but it is more lively, and the five city gates are full of people who are ready to enter the city, and the team has derived dozens of miles, and it is constantly increasing.

The city is crowded with people, and every household is lit up with lights, which is festive. The streets were noisy and noisy, and the roads were more than ten feet wide.

The reason for such a lively scene is that today is the city lord's mansion lord who puts the moon wine for his youngest son, and the families of all the surrounding cities either come in person or send people to send congratulatory gifts, as a sense of cousin closeness.

The streets of the city are noisy and lively, and the city lord's mansion is a different scene, there is an elegant middle-aged man holding a folding fan in the house, smiling and looking at the beautiful woman of about thirty years old sitting on the bed in front of him, the woman is looking at the baby in her hand with a sweet smile, her eyes are full of love, the baby is so deep that he is asleep, and his mouth is sucking the fleshy little fingers, which is very cute. The house is filled with a happy atmosphere, which makes people want to stay in this moment forever, and can't bear to spoil this warm and happy picture.

The Blue Ice and Snow Field, the land of the Holy Realm that has been frozen for 10,000 years, is sprinkled with ice-blue snowflakes in the sky at this time, and the towering mountains on the ground are like a thick layer of ice-blue snowcoat, and the ice-blue color makes people feel cold and biting when they look at it.

At this time, there are two white lines in the mountain forest on the ground like two scissors cutting the ice blue snow suit worn by the mountain, the front end of the two white lines is getting closer and closer, and finally colliding together, the snowflakes rolling at the collision place, and then there are various sounds inside, there are the sound of fine iron colliding, there is the sound of trees breaking, there is the sound of violent collision between flesh and blood, and there are people shouting and killing, roaring, wailing, begging for mercy and so on.

As various sounds came out, the tumbling ice-blue snowflakes began to mix with the blood red, making them look strange and bloody.

By the time the sounds began to fade away, the snow around the collision had turned blood-red.

In the end, everything was calm, and on the blood-red snow, on the broken branches, and on the broken stones, there were sixty or seventy beast-headed children's corpses, and only five people were alive and panting.

Among them, only an orc boy with a lion-faced human body of seven or eight years old was standing, panting heavily, his eyes were a little crazy, and his body was covered with blood, some of his own but more of the people he had killed.

Not far from him was a boar-faced orc child with long fangs, sitting on a pile of corpses nearly three feet high, smoking a badly damaged pipe, smoking as he smoked as he looked at the only guy who still had the strength to stand, with admiration and fear in his eyes.

Next to the broken trunk of a tree was a bear-faced orc child who embodied a small hill, he gasped violently, and the white breath he exhaled had already obscured his face, but his scarlet eyes were still so bright, like two rubies shining in the dark night.

There were also two children, a wolf-faced orc child, who knelt on the ground, his head bowed, and his saliva mixed with blood kept flowing out of his long wolf mouth and dripping onto the snow.

The other was an orc child with a cheeky face, he was lying on a half-broken branch, his eyes were a little distracted, and if it weren't for the white breath he spit out from his mouth every once in a while, others would think he was dead.

The lion-faced orc boy's gaze swept over the few of them who had survived, revealing a hideous smile, and then he raised his head to the sky and roared, declaring the joy of surviving and the joy of the aftermath of the battle.