In its memory, the first warmth it felt did not come from its mother, but from a person's hand.

In its vague memories of belonging to the race, its mother died at the hands of the cultivator before it could open its eyes.

Just for the name of a so-called "divine beast".

In the midst of the struggle of countless hands, it has not opened its eyes and falls into the hands of a woman.

But it still hasn't been warmed.

It doesn't feel the breath of its kind, it doesn't want to open its eyes.

Until it finally falls into the smallest and hottest pair of hands.

Those hands are so small, but they are so hot.

As hot as a mother's blood.

She didn't touch it, she didn't hold it, she just held it like she was holding a fragile object.

Then it heard the voice of the woman who had given it before.

"Give it a name."

"Full Moon."

With that sound, it opened its eyes and fell into a sea of stars.

It saw the first person it saw in this life and got its own name.

It was a young girl.

And then it begins with her story.

At first it just curled up in one place, not reacting to anyone.

Humans think it doesn't know anything.

But it knows everything.

Animals will understand the essence of human beings better than so-called humans, because in front of them, humans do not know how to hide.

And she doesn't have to hide. She is who she is, and her essence never changes.

Humans think it doesn't understand anything. But in fact, it understands everything.

It spent a short time with her.

But it actually remembers everything.

Including the temperature of her hands, the brightness of her eyes, the stability of her breath, including......

She didn't know who it really was.

"Divine Beast White Tiger ......"

In the nobleman's box, Huo Ran, the Xiliang Sword Saint who was originally sitting in place with a cold gaze, got up, and the old man who had gone through vicissitudes showed an unbelievable look in his eyes.

It's like seeing something that will never appear.

It's actually here!

Cultivators can indeed threaten animals with their true element coercion. But at all times and in all places, it is only animals that threaten animals the most.

The relationship between animals and animals is the closest.

That kind of power imprinted in the depths of the soul can even break through the threat of a cultivator and reach the limit of life.

The wolf king can command a pack of wolves.

Beasts of prey can command beasts.

And in the midst of such primitive power, there was once a creature in Middle-earth that stood on top of all animals.

That's the Divine Beast.

But today, with the continuous strengthening of human cultivators, the divine beasts represented by the four divine beasts have almost disappeared.

The most tenacious descendants of these seek to survive by leaving behind the blood of the gods and souls among the descendants of the human race.

The white tiger on the top of the mountain has a cold gaze.

Who would have thought that the White Tiger clan, which withered and perished in the War of the Four Gods, would eventually be sold among the upper families as playthings because of the deceptive appearance of its last descendants, and finally survived in its original form?

Who would have thought?

In fact, the four gods have all been wiped out, and only the grandmasters of the year know about it.

What humans did to the ancient gods in order to gain power back then was known only to the grandmasters of the past.

This secret will be buried in the hearts of those people forever, and with the death of those people, it will become the dust of history.

Just like the woman who got it.

The white tiger's golden pupils flickered with a cold light, and it knew, that woman knew what it was.

She had the same breath on her body, the breath of the group that killed its mother, but it vaguely felt that she was different.

The woman didn't tell her daughter until the end what it really was.

But maybe even if the girl knew, she would still treat it as she always did.

It gave it a name, and it gave it a new identity, a special girl.

Although the time was short, the time spent as her cat was by far the happiest it was.

The great white tiger stood on the top of the mountain, and after she was gone, it was perhaps freer, gaining the same power as its ancestors, and no one could restrain it, but it had lost its most important person.

If it could, it would imagine it as it was when it was a child, lying on her shoulders and walking with her to the ends of the earth.

Of course, it's best if you don't have that dark horse.

The full moon stared condescendingly at the countless black spots on the distant horse farm from the top of the mountain, and he hated dark horses the most. The appearance of these horses always reminds it of another nasty guy.

An arrogant black guy.

The white tiger frowned like a human. Although it was only a kitten back then, most animals instinctively shy away from it, and even obediently obeyed him.

But only one guy is an exception.

The guy who snatched it of its pampering!

Although it doesn't really want that of her...... But that doesn't mean it's willing to share it with others!

There are a lot of people around her, but the animals ...... If it weren't for that damn dark horse, it would be her only one.

Anger appeared in the eyes of the huge white tiger, and it still made him angry when he thought about it now.

took away her gaze, and dared to argue with herself because of her height and strength......

It's just a horse!

It's just a kitten.

At this moment, in a dilapidated stable sixty miles away from the Royal Stud, an old horse with a gray mane was quietly munching on blades of grass, flicking his tail and snorting softly.

The roar of the divine beast White Tiger shook the heavens and the earth, not only the war horses in the royal horse farm slammed to the ground, but almost all long-legged creatures within a radius of a hundred miles were affected.

Among them is the Royal War Horse Shelter that houses retired war horses.

And among the dense old horses that fell to the ground, the only old horse standing stood out.

The old horse's body can still be seen faintly black hair, but these black hairs have been mixed with snow-white hair, reminding it of its age.

The old horse in the stable, flicking his white ponytail and chewing on the grass, remembered the first time he saw the white kitten.

It pretended to lie on its master's shoulder, and even tried to climb on its head.

I don't know how thick the sky is, I think that if you grow up, Lao Tzu will be afraid of you?

But......

The old horse chewed the hay and raised his head.

That silly boy in his own house shouldn't be afraid of that kitten, right?

If it dares to coax, let's see if Lao Tzu doesn't kick its leg next time!

The sun was shining brightly, and all the horses in the horse farm were overwhelmed by instinct, and it was at this time that a young stallion opened his eyes.

It stretches slowly, and the sticky feeling of oppression that comes from humans has been replaced by a sense of oppression that belongs to the real race.

It opened its eyes and leaped to its feet.