This was the first time Mingyu had dreamed of such a scene, he didn't know and couldn't remember it clearly.

For that dream, he had reviewed it repeatedly, familiar with every part of it, but he was always missing the key point, who he was, where he came from, and the paragraph about Mingyu himself seemed to be completely eliminated.

Or rather, it's actually just a dream, and it has nothing to do with any reality. But who would believe that a dream that has been dreamed of since childhood is just a dream coincidence?

However, for Mingyu, this dream has other meanings, because only in the dream, Mingyu can fantasize about becoming one of those supreme powerhouses who fly away from the sky and destroy the vast world with the snap of his fingers.

And Mingyu's own dream of cultivation had been shattered a few years ago, and he might not even be able to enter the path of cultivation in this life.

The Great Wilderness is a cruel place, where countless fierce birds and beasts of prey, and even ancient relics, but they have also nurtured and tempered these creatures, including human beings.

Compared with the outside world, the human race in the Great Wilderness seems to be more precocious, the average child can speak at the age of half a year, can run on the ground at the age of more than a year, and is already walking like a fly at the age of two or three, like a cub of a fierce beast.

By the time they were six or seven years old, many of the children were already going into the mountains to hunt with the sturdy men of the village hunting party.

But Mingyu was an exception, she was already one and a half years old when she was picked up, but she still didn't speak much. The body is not as strong as that of ordinary children, but it is sick and weak, and from the physical appearance alone, it does not seem to be like a human race living in the wilderness at all.

On the contrary, it is more like those rich children who live in the plains and live in the bustling city, with fair skin, red lips and white teeth, and an elegant atmosphere between the eyebrows, which is incompatible with the roughness of the wilderness.

So although Li Baichuan has warned the clansmen countless times that Mingyu is a member of the Li clan, there are always some gossips in private.

At the age of three, he could not walk on the ground, and he could not run until he was five years old, and when children of the same age were able to follow adults into the mountains to hunt, Mingyu even had a hard time fetching water with a bucket.

The environment of the Great Wilderness is difficult, and Li Village naturally lacks labor, and Mingyu, who can't carry it on his shoulders and can't lift it, is obviously redundant, which is equivalent to a waste, and it is inevitable that there will be gossip.

That's not all, for Mingyu, the biggest blow should be the inability to step into cultivation in this life, not only can he not cultivate, but even the introductory boxing method used by the clan to strengthen his body every day, Mingyu can't complete a complete set, and his martial arts talent is almost zero!

"Yu'er, so early, go to fetch water for the patriarch?"

A middle-aged woman was busy under the eaves when she saw Mingyu coming down from the top of the mountain with a bucket and asked, with a gentle smile on her face.

"Auntie early, what about Uncle Tiger, Erhu and Xiaohu?"

When Mingyu heard the voice, a slight smile appeared on his face, and a little warmth was born in his heart, dispelling the haze in Shicai's heart.

Although Mingyu has lived with the old patriarch Li Baichuan since he was a child, he also grew up eating hundreds of family meals in Li Village, and the best relationship with Mingyu is Uncle Hu's family.

"Your Uncle Tiger went into the mountain with the hunting team early in the morning, and the second tiger and the little tiger are exercising in the morning below. ”

Aunt Hu smiled slightly, raised her hand and pointed in the direction of the village entrance.

"Then I'll go fetch water first, goodbye aunt!"

Seeing this, Mingyu waved his hand to Aunt Tiger, and continued to descend along the path with the barrel.

"Mingyu, it's so early!"

"Auntie early!"

From time to time, the sound of greetings from the clansmen was heard along the road.

As the sky dawned, the women of Li Village had already begun to prepare their morning cooking for their homes, and wisps of green smoke rose from the roofs of stone houses, dispelling the silence of dawn.

"Hey-ha!"

A burst of immature voices came, and Mingyu's heart moved, and she couldn't help but look up.

But I saw that on the flat ground at the entrance of the village, half-old children were getting up early and exercising in the morning, with different movements and demeanors.

Some are like tigers descending from the mountain, with strong strength, and some are like spiritual snakes coming out of the valley, with smart bodies, but all of them contain powerful power.

Li Village has a long heritage, and although the population is scarce, it is still ranked among the nearby Terran villages in the Great Wilderness.

These children practice the boxing techniques handed down from ancient times in Li Village, and although they are only in the beginner stage, they are already quite powerful.

Mingyu felt a burst of envy in his heart, but he was silent, gently carrying the wooden barrel, bypassing everyone, and heading towards the mountain gate.

"Look, that waste has gone to fetch water again!"

After a burst of whispering, a group of teenagers naturally noticed the thin figure carrying the bucket upside down, and many of them cast disdainful glances because of this.

"What are you muttering? Hurry up and cultivate!"

With a soft drink, the leading child frowned slightly, glanced at the few people who were secretly speaking, and immediately silenced a few people.

"Hey!"

He then turned his head to look at the figure and sighed softly, and the man was already far away.

"When will I be able to practice martial arts like them and become a strong man. ”

Mingyu's eyes were full of sadness, but he understood the gossip of several children in private.

The environment of the Great Wilderness is difficult, and it is impossible to practice martial arts, and it is impossible for people to see that the future of Mingyu is naturally no different from waste.

In fact, Mingyu once heard the patriarch grandfather say that he had some qualifications when he was a child, but unfortunately he somehow had a serious illness later, and since then the meridians have been blocked, and there is no possibility of practicing martial arts.

At least according to the strength of the old patriarch, he is helpless against Mingyu's situation.

Fortunately, the people in the village did not abandon Mingyu because of this, and they were willing to give him a part of the small survival resources in the already quite difficult wilderness.

So over the years, Mingyu has always kept the good of the people in the village in mind, although there are occasionally some inevitable gossip, but Mingyu understands it very well and does not hold grudges.

was only slightly sad, and after sweeping it in the bottom of his heart, he was no longer entangled, and continued to walk towards the slowly flowing river outside the mountain gate.

"Huh?

With an exclamation, Mingyu saw that on the rocky beach by the river, a black figure loomed in the early morning fog.

It turned out to be a person, dressed in a black cloak and emaciated. He lay motionless on the ground, and there was a shallow trail extending from the edge of the creek, with a trace of red blood.

A pungent smell of blood came to his face, causing Mingyu to frown slightly, and he stepped forward quickly, putting the barrel aside.

Then I went to see the wounded man on the ground, and it turned out to be a white-haired old man, with an old face, but there was a dangerous aura on his body.

Mingyu's arrival obviously alarmed the man, and when he opened his eyes, there were two rounds of sunlight in his pupils.

Almost instantly, Mingyu seemed to feel the boundless sea of blood surging past him, and countless cries and shouts sounded in his ears, and the heavens and the earth seemed to darken in an instant.

An unprecedented pressure made Mingyu freeze on the spot, only to feel as if the sky was about to fall, and he almost fainted to death. It seems that countless sharp blades are aimed at him, and it makes people stand on end.

"Old, old man, how are you?"

The upper and lower teeth tightened slightly, and the teeth bumped into a burst of "gurgling" sounds, Mingyu paused for a long time, and finally mustered up the courage to come up.

Only then did I see a huge wound on the other party's chest, and Sensen's white bone stubble was exposed. Streams of black blood kept dripping, and it looked like he was about to die.

"Whew!"

After the old man saw Mingyu's appearance clearly, he breathed a sigh of relief, and his momentum suddenly dissipated.

"Ahem!"

Struggling to get up, looking at Mingyu who came closer, the old man suddenly asked, "May I ask the little brother, where is this?"

"This is Li Village. ”

Seeing that he was having trouble speaking, Mingyu hurriedly reached out and held him up.

"Is Li Village?"

The old man spoke again, looked at Mingyu with a blank face, and sighed softly: "Yes, you are so young, I am afraid that you have never left this great wilderness, how can you know about the Eastern Wilderness?"

"Little brother, can you do me a favor......

"As long as Mingyu can do it, Mingyu ......"

Mingyu showed a look of hesitation on his face, but he didn't have time to think about it.

Wow!

A soft sound came, and before Mingyu came back to his senses, a piece of golden light had already come into view. A golden glow shone in his eyes, and all the surrounding scenery disappeared, including Mingyu's perception.

"That's ......"

In the stone chamber on the top of the mountain, Li Baichuan, the village chief with his full hair, showed a look of shock on his face, and turned his head to look at the place where the fluctuations came from under the mountain.

"Yu'er!"

With an exclamation, Li Baichuan hurriedly walked out of the door and ran wildly in the direction of the mountain gate, his movements were fast, not at all like an old man over 100 years old.

"That's it, Yu'er!"

After a few breaths, Li Baichuan had already come to the outside of the mountain gate, but the scene in the field was shocking.

I saw that not far away, Mingyu stood in place, his eyes had already lost their lustre, and he seemed to faint. And near him, a withered figure was grabbing Mingyu's wrist and stretching the fingertips of his other hand towards Mingyu's forehead, and the blood stains on his fingertips left a little mark on Mingyu's eyebrows.

The suffocating aura that Shi Cai felt was long gone, and Li Baichuan stepped forward quickly and found that the person had fallen into a dead silence, and Mingyu was just unconscious.

"It's ...... The Art of Transmission of Void?"

Stretching out his hand to hug Mingyu, Li Baichuan let out a soft cry, his hands trembled slightly, and he clearly felt that there was a force in Mingyu's body that did not belong to him, powerful and dangerous.

"Who is he?"

With a look of horror on his face, Li Baichuan couldn't help but look at the man in black who was approaching.

Although that person was dead, in Li Baichuan's eyes, it was as if he was facing an ancient demon mountain, because in that withered body, he once controlled a power far beyond what Li Baichuan knew.

The technique of transmitting the void is the inheritance technique that only the most outstanding disciples of many great sects outside the Great Wilderness will use in the opposite sect, this method is not difficult, it can be said to be quite ordinary.

However, the conditions for it to be performed are quite harsh, and it requires a fairly high cultivation realm, because the principle of this technique is to pass on what he has learned to others through the imprint of the divine soul.

It may sound very simple, but it is important to know that the soul is the most important place for a person, and it is also one of the most vulnerable places, and the slightest damage will not only lead to damage to the monk's cultivation, but even the situation of death.

Cultivators who conquer heaven and earth and create often have strong physical bodies and vigorous blood, and can easily become holy in the flesh, shattering the void with mortal bodies, but most people's souls are weak.

The Divine Soul can be said to be the most difficult place for cultivators to cultivate, there are thousands of cultivation methods in the world, but there are very few methods for cultivating the Divine Soul.

The method of transmitting the void empowerment requires that the caster's own realm be at least above the void period, and that the realm of the caster is much higher than that of the person receiving the technique.

Li Baichuan traveled back then, but he only heard about it by chance, and he had never seen it, so how could he not be shocked when he saw it now?