In a deserted hill, a daylight thunder flashed across the sky, making a loud noise, waking up a teenager lying on the ground.

"Ahem, ahem...... Oops my ...... cough cough cough ...... Groove ...... Oh...... cough cough cough ......"

A teenager in his early teens woke up from his slumber, opened his eyes, and the bright atmosphere in front of him made him a little uncomfortable, he just opened his eyes and closed them again, and just wanted to say something, but felt pain from all parts of his body, as if his whole body had been pricked by needles. He opened his mouth, subconsciously wanting to let out a painful exclamation, but he couldn't breathe, and there seemed to be something blocking his throat, and before he could say anything, he coughed twice.

After lying quietly for a while, he smoothed out the breath in his body, looked at the sky above his head for a while, gritted his teeth, held his breath, supported his arms, and stood up suddenly.

Hiss——!

The severe pain made him gasp, and his muscles and muscles seemed to be torn, making his body tremble instinctively.

Damn it!

He staggered back two steps, fortunately there was a small tree behind him, but quite straight, he leaned against it, the small tree was bent a little, but it still supported his body.

He shivered for a moment, and when things got better, he opened his eyes, and then he saw everything around him.

A barren grass, this should be a hill, or a barren mountain, even the trees are rare, but the orange grass is everywhere, and it is also very high, about half a meter, as high as his waist, it is ......

Wait a minute!

Waist?

As if he had thought of something, he widened his eyes, lowered his head, looked at his body, and slowly raised his empty left hand to his eyes, and stared blankly for a long time.

it!

He turned into a child?

Forget it, it's good to survive, but what do you care about so much?

He was shocked by this result for a while before he had to accept this fact. After a few hums, I didn't think about it anymore.

Leaning on the small tree for a long time, he felt that he should be able to walk normally, he slowly walked two steps, leaving the reliance on the small tree, although he still felt that his legs were weak, and he was a little powerless, but if he walked slowly like this, he could barely do it.

He took a deep breath and slowly spit it out, his hands were gently raised, slowly closing together, it was not the first time he had experienced such a serious injury, he knew how to repair it, as long as he could still wake up, as long as he could still use spells, physical trauma was not a problem.

The immortal power in his body slowly mobilized, rotated around his body, and then surged towards various parts of his body, and the longer he maintained this position, the more immortal power was mobilized in his body.

Burst!

About half a minute later, just when the amount of immortal power in his body was increasing more and more, an extremely uncomfortable feeling suddenly came from his body, and the spinning immortal power in his body was inexplicably blocked. The feeling of being pinched by force made him feel stuffy in his chest, a fishy throat, and a mouthful of blood couldn't help but spurt out.

He staggered, retreated to the side of the small tree, and leaned directly up, he looked at the sky a little sluggishly, but his heart was mixed.

He......

He actually lost his mana?

Why? Can't mobilize almost a little bit of mana?

Did he really become a mortal? And a mortal child?

How can this be, he is Qi Tian......

No, there's the power of the Origin!

As if grasping at a life-saving straw, his godless eyes regained a little brightness.

The Power of the Origin!

The power of the origin will not dissipate, and it is much more useful than mana, he lowered his head again in a little panic, to examine the source power in his body, and the result also made him very relieved, he can still feel the existence of the source power in the body. This meant that he could use the power of the Origin to heal his wounds, although it would be a waste, but in the current situation, he couldn't think of any other way than this method.

I tune ...... I...... Why?

He was stunned again, he could clearly feel the existence of the power of the source, but why couldn't he mobilize it?

Prayer beads......

He lowered his head and focused his gaze on the string of quaint Buddha beads on the wrist of his right hand, his eyes full of violent hatred.

It's this damn bead!

Come, you damn old bald donkey, you sealed my power!

He gritted his teeth and stared at the bead, stretched out his left hand sharply, and grabbed it.

"Ah——!h

He roared, his voice was weird and a little immature, he used all his strength to pull hard, but the result was obvious, with the strength of his mortal body, how could he pull the magic weapon of Rulai? He used all his strength, but he just let the Buddha beads turn around on his wrist, but he kept pulling.

Pulling, pulling, then take it down, he grabbed the corner of the Buddha bead again, fixed it, and pulled his hand hard, but the Buddha bead was obviously much smaller than his palm, only bigger than his wrist, and he couldn't retreat at all. The wrist was rubbed red, but it was always in vain.

Damn it!

The anger in his eyes was even worse, gritting his teeth, since he couldn't retreat, then cut it off with his wrist, he still didn't believe it, this Buddha bead was in his hand, and he could still trap his whole person?

After looking around, he saw a flat stone, and he walked over it, picked it up, and smashed it with all his strength, and smashed it on the side.

Syllable!

He gritted his teeth, put his hand on the big stone, pinched the broken stone with his left hand, aimed at his wrist, hesitated, but still smashed it hard.

Syllable!

He didn't feel the slightest pain in his right hand, and the stone in his hand felt as if it had hit an impregnable wall when it hit his wrist. He raised his left hand and looked at the stone powder in his hand that could almost be called powder, and he couldn't say a word.

"As ——!"

He threw his head back and roared, his voice filled with infinite hatred.

In addition to limiting his strength, this Buddha bead actually protected his arm, so he couldn't cut off this arm even if he wanted to, how to break free from the shackles of this Buddha bead?

He sat on the ground for a long time before he had to accept this fact.

As long as I'm alive, as long as I'm alive......

He gritted his teeth and stood up again, his body trembled, as long as I am alive, I will definitely break free from your shackles, such as come, I remember you, you wait, you wait for me......

Hatefully glanced up at this day, he clenched his fists, and just spit out that mouthful of blood, as if he had smoothed the breath in his chest, now he feels a lot better, pack up his mood, take a look at the surrounding environment, he found a path that seemed to be walked by, and staggered towards that side.

(End of chapter)