Early in the morning, when the sun was still sleeping in the Daohai Dreamland, the people of the northern part of the sea had gathered in front of the ancestral house. Thousands of people, strong men, women, children, old and weak, all of them looked serious, quietly waiting for the children's soul enlightenment ceremony.

Twenty-three children, kneeling in a row in front of the totem of the ancestral spirit god Wu, let go of their hearts, and could not hide the excitement and nervousness in their hearts.

The soul is born from God, and in the sea of gods within everyone's skull, there is a heart pill suspended in the heart. The soul is born in the mind, and it is a living life.

The clan prince Hague knelt in front of the ancestral spirit totem, chanted words in his mouth, and struck a spirit rune on the three-legged god black statue in front of him like lightning. The quaint statue of Shenwu suddenly shone brightly, and the eyes that opened suddenly brightened up.

Through the statue of Shenwu, The Hague and the ancestral spirit established a psychic sense, and with strong spiritual power, the ancestral spirit of the tribe was conjured. A desolate and simple three-legged god crow appeared in front of the clansmen, like substance, lifelike, with golden light all over it, exuding a powerful coercion.

Thousands of ethnic groups all knelt down and worshipped.

The Shenwu Ancestral Spirit soared into the air, stopped above the tribe, turned its head to the east, and let out a loud hiss. As if summoning, on the other side of the Dao Sea, the morning sun tore through the void and slowly rose out of the sea, exuding majesty.

"Mu Bai, open your heart and sacrifice your soul!"

Mu Bai responded to the call. In a moment, a wisp of smoke floated from his heavenly spirit.

"It's really rare, even those most of the children, it's rare to see a wisp of soul when the soul is revealed!"

"When Haiang's soul was enlightened, it was nothing more than a trace of it......"

The old people in the clan had seen the soul enlightenment many times, and they had heard many rumors of the soul enlightenment of other tribes, and they were all shocked by Mu Bai's profound soul power.

"O hope of our northern part of the sea, the ancestral spirit is still watching over us!"

The clansmen were very excited, and they all kowtowed to the god Wu Zuling who was standing in the air, and tears filled their eyes.

The Hague also couldn't hide his excitement, his hands quickly folded, and he pointed towards the Shenwu statue, and suddenly a black light shot out from the Shenwu Ancestral Spirit towards Mu Bai's soul, trying to merge with it. The clansmen raised their heads and stared at Mu Bai with bated breath. In their minds, the next step must be a matter of course, and the Teng pattern of the ancestral spirit totem is depicted on Mu Bai's soul.

However, in the process of fusion, Mu Bai's soul trembled violently, and the blue light flashed, rejecting the fusion with the ancestral spirit.

"Mu Bai, continue to be happy!"

Hague gritted his teeth and shouted, increasing the transmission of spiritual power to the Shenwu statue. The light of the Divine Wu Ancestral Spirit was even better, but it still couldn't smoothly merge with Mu Bai's soul.

In an instant, Hague's expression was serious, and he did not hesitate to squirt out a mouthful of essence blood to the statue of Shenwu. The god Wu Zuling who stood in the air seemed to have flesh and blood and soul all of a sudden, roaring in the sky, exuding the momentum of looking at the world. In an instant, Mu Bai's soul was impressively engraved with the Teng pattern of the Divine Wu Ancestral Spirit, and he also collapsed and fainted to the ground.

"Mu Bai!"

"Mu Bai ......"

"It's all right, Heon...... Carry him back to his room!"

Hague said, but he didn't hold back, and spurted out another mouthful of blood, splattering the white robe.

The tribesmen panicked.

"Go on!" Haichen, open your mind and sacrifice your soul......"

When initiating the soul of Mu Bai, The Hague consumed a lot of spiritual power, and even more consumed essence and blood. Next, The Hague spurted out essence blood twice, so that the spirit of Shenwu Ancestor could be kept and the soul enlightenment of all the children was successfully completed.

A powerful third-level powerhouse divine cultivator was already thin and lifeless at this time.

The Hague trembled and smiled, he was willing to give everything for the inheritance of the tribe and the growth of the children.

Three days later, Mu Bai woke up slowly, ignoring the pain of tearing his soul, and suddenly got up and came to the clan father's bed. After the Soul Initiation Ceremony, The Hague was bedridden.

"Grandpa, it's me who is not good for you to be injured so badly!"

Mu Bai has always been strong and sensible, and when he saw that the clan prince was angry, he couldn't help but throw himself into the clan father's arms and shed big tears.

"Don't worry grandpa, I'm going to watch you grow up. ”

The Hague lovingly hugged Mu Bai and looked up at the front, as if he saw the future. Thin hands, trembling and caressing his beloved child.

"Your soul is different from that of ordinary people, and your good fortune is unpredictable. But you have to remember that no matter what, the road is under your feet, and you can go as far as you can!"

In the following winter, the children after the soul enlightenment will concentrate on meditation, striving to fully depict the imprint of the ancestral spirit before the arrival of the new year, and embark on the path of spiritual practice.

However, there have always been fewer than one in ten people who have been able to achieve this step. If it can't be done, then there will be no hope of taking this path completely, and in a hundred years, it will be nothing.

Throughout the winter, the people watched the children, hoping for news of their success.

Next to the ancestral house, on the sea cliff, under the pear tree, Mu Bai put aside all his thoughts, concentrated on meditation, looked inward at the soul, visualized the ancestral spirit Tengwen, urged the divine sense, a pen, a trace, and slowly copied and portrayed the three-legged god Wu who looked down on the world on the soul. A glance is enough to make people's hearts ripple.

The cold wind blew his long hair, and the fallen leaves of the pear wood fluttered.

A month later, Haichen woke up, his eyes were dazzling, his strong physique was visibly stronger, and his jumping muscle lines exuded majestic power.

"It's Haichen!

The news that Haichen had successfully carved the soul mark spread throughout the tribe in an instant, and everyone was boiling.

Undoubtedly, Haichen is also a very outstanding child, with a tough and calm personality, a strong physique at a young age, and after going into the mountains to hunt without falling behind adults, he is deeply liked by the clansmen. Hearing the news of Haichen's success, the clansmen were all overjoyed.

After being happy, the clansmen turned their attention to Mu Bai again. Under the pear wood on the edge of the cliff, Mu Bai's slender figure sat cross-legged, still not moving.

After another month, the leaves of the pear trees fell, and there was nothing left. During this period, there was no news of other children's successes, and the tribesmen could not help but worry.

"Mu Bai, you will definitely succeed, hold on!"

Not far away, Haichen looked at Mu Bai who was sitting down at the bottom of the pear wood, and secretly cheered him on. The Divine Black Soul Seal on his right arm has taken on its form.

At this time, Mu Bai's soul seal carving has already reached the final stroke, as if the carved stroke, the painted soul mark will come alive. However, he couldn't put down the pen for a long time in this painting, as if there was a force that resisted heaven and earth, so he couldn't make a choice.

There were already snow chips falling, Mu Bai gritted his teeth, and sweat droplets the size of beans covered his forehead. He had to engrave this pen, he thought of the eager eyes of the clansmen, he saw the dry and kind face of the clansman, and he did not hesitate to spew blood for his soul, he had to carve this pen.

In a trance, Mu Bai shouted, and the majestic spiritual power condensed, and engraved the veins that had long been familiar with his heart on his soul. The heavens and the earth roared, the sound was silent, and the Mubai Shenhai was blank, as if it was infinitely vast, with snowflakes and pear blossoms in the sky.

"It seems like we've seen it somewhere, like it's spring, and you've just sprouted......

We come to this life, and we can still meet, like a dream......"

As if experiencing a thousand reincarnations, in every reincarnation of life, Mu Bai met a pear tree and a girl in white.

They have walked hand in hand through life after life, and the experience of each life is deeply rooted in his heart.

The cold winter is about to pass, and Mu Bai's body is covered with thick snow, motionless. A pear blossom fell, as if hidden in fate, suddenly appeared, and fell on his arm, and his soul was imprinted.

Opening his eyes, Mu Bai looked at the pear blossom soul mark on his arm, and was silently distracted. He knew he had succeeded and failed.