The Mixed Heaven Sect is located in the territory of a small country called 'Mingyue Country' under the command of the Great Xia Empire, and occupies the most famous place in that country, 'Mixed Yuan Immortal Mountain'. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

There are five peaks in the fairy mountain, each of which has the potential of the sky, unclimbable, and is the place of pilgrimage of the king and royal family of the 'Bright Moon Country' every year.

At the same time, there is an abyss valley in this 'Mixed Yuan Immortal Mountain', called the Valley of Death.

This Valley of Death not only has a great reputation in the entire 'Bright Moon Country', but even the entire Great Xia Empire and tens of thousands of other small countries have heard of the danger of this place.

Legend has it that the first to discover this valley of death was the founding patriarch of the Chaotian Sect, he felt the extraordinaryness in the valley of death, and it was expected that there must be something in it, maybe there were some immortal relics, so he sent a lot of cultivation masters to investigate, but in the end, there was no return.

Jin Xuanzong also sent strong people to enter, but there was no news, and gradually, the danger of this valley of death began to spread among the people.

The king of the 'Bright Moon Country' regarded this valley of death as an abyss leading to hell, and all the criminals in their country who had committed capital crimes, every year when the king of the Bright Moon Kingdom went up the mountain to worship the immortals, he would implore the disciples of the Chaotian Sect to throw those prisoners into the valley of death.

As the years wore on, the Chaotian Sect gradually became more and more widely known because of the name of this Valley of Death, and many young disciples from the Bright Moon Kingdom and young disciples from other small countries would come to seek the Immortal Righteous Path.

This year, it was another time for the Chaos Heaven Sect to recruit a new generation of disciples.

At this time of year, the mountain gate of the Chaotian Sect will be extremely lively, and the huge granite square in front of the mountain gate is crowded with dense crowds, and as far as the eye can see, the number of people is no less than hundreds of thousands.

These people are all teenagers and girls from all over the world, the youngest of them is about ten years old, and the oldest is fifteen years old.

They all came to the Mixed Yuan Immortal Mountain under the escort of their respective families, and of course, some poor families came alone through mountains and rivers.

Among the thousands of poor children, there was a young man, huddled alone in a no-man's corner, his big bright eyes scanning around with some excitement and some fear, and every time someone looked at him with sarcasm or disgust, he would look away in fear like a child who had done something wrong, and no one would go up and talk to him, as if the boy had been abandoned by the whole world.

The young man was dressed in tattered clothes, his body was covered in dirt and smell, his hair was unkempt like a bird's nest, his skin was sallow as paper, his whole person looked thin as a skeleton, the soles of a pair of black cloth shoes had long been worn out, and several toes were exposed.

The boy is not a beggar, he comes from a remote village in Wangwu Mountain in the territory of the 'Bright Moon Country'.

There were only a few dozen people in the village, and because of the steep mountain roads and the isolation of the village, the village was very poor.

The boy's name was Mo Ergou, which was originally given to him by the village chief, but later he felt that it was too ugly, so Mo Ergou's father gave him a new name called 'Mo Tianshao'.

Mo Tianshao was lonely and sick since he was a child, and he grew up eating hundreds of family meals.

When he was eight years old, his parents were killed when he went out, and his only brother went up the mountain to look for medicine when Mo Tianshao was nine years old, and accidentally fell off a cliff, and there has been no news so far.

Now, Mo Tianshao is twelve years old, and the death of his parents and the disappearance of his brother are a huge blow to him.

Every night, he dreamed all the time that his parents were still there, and that his brother was playing with him as usual, and going up to the mountains to hunt.

However, every time he woke up from a dream, he would find that he was the only one sitting alone in the empty earthen house covered in darkness.

The Prayer Festival, the traditional festival of the Xianxuan Continent, is celebrated by the people of all countries.

Legend has it that the Prayer Festival is a festival to make a wish to the immortals, on the first day of the New Year every year, every household will use pen and ink to write their most desired wishes on the paper seriously, and then, fold them into a thousand paper cranes, fold a thousand and one, and then use peach wood to light a bonfire to burn, the thousand paper cranes will fly up with the wishes of the wishers like the fairy world, and the immortals in the fairy world will realize the wishes of that person when they see the wishes on the thousand paper cranes.

Although this is a boring legend with low credibility, it is sought after by all the people of the Xianxuan Continent.

Mo Tianshao also writes his wishes on paper every year during the prayer festival, and in the snowy earthen house, he carefully writes his wishes with goose feathers dipped in black ink borrowed from the village chief.

His wish is simple, that is, he hopes that his parents and brother can return to him.

He had been writing about this ordinary wish for three years, and he had been hoping that the immortals in the fairy world would see his wish and help him realize it.

Perhaps because of the pity of God, just half a year ago, a wandering storyteller came to the barren village where Mo Tianshao lived, which aroused a warm welcome from the villagers.

At the invitation of the village chief, the storyteller told a story of passionate immortal cultivation.

Mo Tianshao was fascinated by what he heard, when he heard the storyteller say that after the immortal cultivator becomes an immortal, he can have supreme mana, the flesh and bones of the living and the dead, and the art of immortality and resurrection, Mo Tianshao seemed to see a glimmer of hope for resurrecting his parents.

In the end, he was resolute, regardless of the persuasion of the village chief and many villagers, and was determined to go out to find the immortal family, learn the art of cultivating immortals, live on the right path, and resurrect his parents and his brother.

Climbing mountains and wading all the way, crossing thorns, walking through jungles, and encountering fierce beasts, Mo Tianshao's journey to seek immortals was extremely bumpy.

Huangtian lived up to his wishes, he heard that the Chaotian Sect was going to recruit new disciples recently, so he asked passers-by where the Chaoyuan Immortal Mountain was located, and came all the way to the mountain gate of the Chaotian Sect.

After a long journey, his food has already been eaten, and at this moment, he has not eaten for three days and three nights, just to wait for the opening of the Immortal Gathering of the Chaotian Sect.

Boom!..

A melodious and dull bell rang out in the entire Mixed Yuan Immortal Mountain, and the clouds swept away all around under the impact of the heavy bell.

The sunlight shone on the earth, shrouded in the huge granite square, reflected on the excited and immature faces of those teenagers and girls, and also fell on Mo Tianshao's withered but hopeful little face.

Chaotian Sect, the Immortal Recruitment Conference has begun.