The North Sea is a ruined cosmic continent, like a shattered mirror, and tens of thousands of islands in the sea are like shards of glass of different sizes. The entire North Sea is divided into six seas, Yanrong, Atlanta, Miluo, Shamut, Tianshi and Huayu.

The current Beihai is ruled by the eight major sects and the six royal families, and these fourteen forces are the fourteen mountains of Beihai, controlling Beihai and maintaining Beihai.

Atlanta, one of the six seas.

Atlanta, one of the few sixth-level islands in the Atlantic Seas, is also the island where the royal family surnamed Lan is located.

And next to Atlanta, there is a third-class island called Zidong Island. There is a sect on Zidong Island, called the Soul Refining Sect, one of the eight major sects, one of the fourteen mountains in the North Sea.

Purple Sea Ancestor, the Great Elder of the Soul Refining Sect.

The Purple Sea Ancestor left Zidong Island and came to a city off the coast of Atlanta. There is no way, there are only a few daily supplies left in the Soul Refining Sect, and if there are no supplies, the disciples of the sect will not be able to cultivate, and if they can't cultivate, they will not cultivate, and the sect will decline, and then the replenishment of supplies is such a major matter of life and death for the sect, and it will fall on the Purple Sea Ancestor.

In fact, the Purple Sea Ancestor has no contribution points, and he needs to do some sect tasks to earn contribution points.

"Alas, a lot of age, my son doesn't know where he died, and he has to be self-sufficient, it's completely the anger of people and gods, miserable, miserable, eh. The Purple Sea Ancestor grumbled, burping as he spoke, apparently having just had a full meal.

The Purple Sea Ancestor walked leisurely through the streets of the bazaar, and a gentle sea breeze blew in the air from time to time, when a young man caught his attention.

A teenager of about ten years old, dressed in rough cloth, was alone in the bustling bazaar, looking a little lonely and helpless. The boy stood next to a stall selling hot cakes, held out a hand, and finally put it down again.

How could the Purple Sea Ancestor, who was well versed in accidents, not see the young man's intentions, but fortunately, the young man did not make a bad choice in the end. The young man's eyes gave the Purple Sea Ancestor a familiar feeling, and those clear eyes, not stained with the slightest red dust, seemed to overlap with his son.

"The soul is crippled, the cultivation is the Meditation Movement, where do you come from?" the Purple Sea Ancestor couldn't help but be curious.

The boy gave up the tempting hot cake and left the bazaar and walked down a remote path.

The Purple Sea Ancestor followed closely behind, and with his cultivation, he followed a minor cultivator, and he would not be discovered.

The boy walked aimlessly along the path to a large tree, which was made into a landscape by a centuries-old tree, and there was a circle of stone chairs around the tree, and sitting on the stone chairs could overlook the distant seascape. This is a place where some old people chat in the evening.

The boy sat on one of the stone chairs, although he was facing the sea, but in fact the boy didn't look at the sea, his vision was blurred, thinking about what the boy himself didn't know, so he was there in a daze, and then tears flowed out of the boy's eyes, and the boy didn't seem to know that he was crying.

The Purple Sea Ancestor looked at the young man, inexplicably a little distressed, as the Great Elder of the Soul Refining Sect, although he was a little cynical, but cynical people were often more affectionate.

The Purple Sea Ancestor seemed to see his son sitting there, like a puppy that had lost his direction, homeless and nowhere to go.

"Kids. Purple Sea Ancestor shouted softly.

The young man was like a frightened puppy, his whole body was shocked, and then he quickly turned his head and looked at the Purple Sea Ancestor vigilantly, and his body reflexively lit up with a little source power light.

The young man's clear eyes had a wary look, but the Purple Sea Ancestor had a gentle smile, he tried his best to show kindness, wanting to get close to the young man.

The Purple Sea Ancestor took out a few hot cakes wrapped in leaves and stretched them out to the young man, the young man looked at the Purple Sea Ancestor with a tear-stained face, and then looked at the hot cakes in the hands of the Purple Sea Ancestor, and let down his vigilance.

The young man slowly left the stone chair, approached the Purple Sea Ancestor, took the hot cakes, returned to the stone chair, carefully opened the leaves, and ate the hot cakes that were still hot inside.

"Where are you from?" Seeing that the young man accepted his hot cake, the Purple Sea Ancestor began to try to understand the young man.

"I don't know. Eating hot cakes, the young man answered the question of the Purple Sea Ancestor.

"What about your family?" asked the Purple Sea Ancestor again.

"I can't remember. After a few seconds of silence, the boy came up with a more appropriate answer, as if the previous question should have been answered in the same way, but the boy felt that it was better to eat bread.

The atmosphere was a little frozen, the young man was eating cakes, Zihai Ancestor seemed to have nothing to say, and after a few seconds of silence, Zihai Ancestor spoke again: "My old man is old, and it's not good to stand, can I sit on you?"

The boy took a big bite of the cake and nodded hesitantly.

Zihai Ancestor sat next to the young man, looking at the young man eating hot cakes, feeling that the young man was becoming more and more kind, and more and more like his son.

"Can't you remember anything?" the Purple Sea Ancestor's eyes were full of kindness.

The boy shook his head.

"There's really nowhere to go, you can go to my house, there are a lot of people in my house, you won't be lonely this way, and there are a lot of hot cakes. It seems that there are a lot of hot cakes that attract the young man, and the young man finished eating the cake in his hand and looked at the Purple Sea Ancestor.

The Purple Sea Ancestor really wanted to take in the young man, no matter what the young man's past was, with these clear eyes, the Purple Sea Ancestor didn't want to let these eyes be stained with the slightest filth.

The heart of a child has clear eyes, which is rare and difficult to see, but it is precisely because of the innocence of the heart of a child that it is also more likely to be contaminated with the dirt of the world.

"You can call me stepfather. The Purple Sea Ancestor looked at the young man expectantly.

"I can't remember, but my name is Jie Ke, Father. "I lost my memory, but I still remembered, he was Jie Ke.

This righteous father, Jie Scar began a new life.

The Purple Sea Ancestor met Jiechen at the most defenseless moment and gave Jiechen a home, and from then on Jiechen will not lose its direction again, because if there is a home, there will be a direction, even if you lose everything, there is still a direction, that is, to go home.