A cultivator awakening the power of the elements is like holding a key to open an iron door, and when the iron lock is opened, he can enter the door, become a cultivator, and step into a new life. The key is broken and the keyhole is blocked, and in this life you can only look at the door and sigh, because there is only one key.

The awakening of Yuan Li is generally between fifteen and nineteen years old, and according to the child's own situation, it is arranged by the clan. Those with extraordinary talents will be allowed to participate in the awakening ceremony as soon as they reach the age of fifteen, and those with mediocre qualifications will be postponed for some time to continue to build a solid foundation. Because there is only one opportunity, and if you miss it, it is another life.

Almost every year, the town of Shamrock holds an awakening ceremony at the turn of spring and summer.,Because this season,The elemental power in the space is the most active.,Let go of the spiritual perception.,It's easier for people to feel.。

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Before you know it, four days have passed, and less than half of the seven-day retreat is left. In the open space in the garden, more than a dozen thin figures were still like the heavy stone table, the wind could not blow, and the thunder was not alarmed.

Although he is as quiet as a virgin, there are different expressions on his immature face.

Some clenched their teeth, and the corners of their lips trembled slightly. Some of them had indifferent expressions, but they couldn't hide their feelings of weakness, and a few of them were already sweating and soaking through their clothes at this time.

For seven days, I didn't eat or drink, just to fight before the pass, and it was definitely unbearable to be an ordinary person. At present, although this group of children has not awakened the power of the elements, their physique is much stronger. However, judging from their expressions, at this moment, it is not easy, on the contrary, it is a bitter face.

"Poof!"

With a muffled crash, a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old, sweating profusely, his lips were pale, he couldn't hold on any longer, and fell to the ground, obviously caused by prostration.

This awakening ritual was his last chance at this age. But the sky didn't follow people's wishes, even if he tried his best to dry the last drop of sweat, he still fell outside the threshold.

This may be fate. When this young man opens his eyes again, he should be like a dead heart, because he can only spend the rest of his life at the bottom of the family, doing nothing until he dies.

But the boy fell to the ground, not knowing if it was because the sound was too weak or for some other reason, and the other children didn't seem to notice it.

A moment later, from behind a bush, two figures crept out and gently carried the fallen boy away.

The clearing remained silent, except for an empty straw mat.

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The sun and the moon alternated, the stars went up, and the time finally came to the night of the sixth day under the gritted teeth of the children.

Because in the summer, the sun has become much hotter during the day, and after a day of exposure, the already white lips are slightly chapped. At this time, the evening breeze blows the surrounding flowers and trees, making a slight sound, and at the same time bringing a touch of coolness to everyone. But those weak figures that were still settled did not seem to be relieved at all, on the contrary, their brows were still furrowed, and their expressions were still bitter.

After the first boy fell to the ground, in just two days, several more children fell down one after another, and then were quietly carried away, at this time, the clearing shrouded by the silver moonlight looked a little desolate, and in the clearing, only half of the figure remained, and the rest, only the empty straw mat lay there quietly, as if waiting for the owner in a year.

Among the remaining black figures, Zhang Mochen and Zhang Moran suddenly appeared. It's just that at this time, Zhang Moran's forehead was covered with fragrant sweat, and her slightly wet clothes were tightly attached to her graceful body, and a cool evening breeze blew, making the girl shiver involuntarily.

Zhang Moran's snort became tighter and tighter, and his faintly bulging chest also rose and fell violently. The miserable white lips, cold hands, and clenched pink delicacy made Zhang Moran look bad.

Finally, after gritting his teeth and holding on for less than an hour, Zhang Moran's delicate body fell softly, but the corners of his mouth that were about to solidify happily swept a trace of imperceptible arc.

At the same time as Zhang Moran fell, Zhang Tianbing's cold figure quickly rushed out, picked him up, and then disappeared into the clearing. Because of the cover of the night, the disappointment in Zhang Tianbing's eyes was imperceptible.

Zhang Mochen obviously didn't know anything, and was still immersed in his own world. Compared with others, although Zhang Mochen's expression is also very serious, the color of pain is not strong, his hands are constantly changing knots, a pair of sword eyebrows are sometimes stretched, sometimes wrinkled, although his chest is also a little fierce undulating, but the rhythm is very smooth.

Seeing Zhang Mochen's demeanor, behind the cluster of grass and trees that Zhang Tianbing had disappeared just now, the corners of the mouth of a tall and mighty figure raised a trace of arc, and after nodding with satisfaction, it completely disappeared into the moonlight.

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Time is a wonderful thing, it can pass by a white horse, or it can be like a year. For the remaining boys and girls in the clearing, at this moment, the meaning of time to them belongs to the latter.

After a long ordeal, I finally waited until the evening of the seventh day. There were only four of the original high-spirited figures in the clearing, and they looked like frosted eggplants, wilting.

The house leak happened to be rainy, and at this moment, behind the mountain not far away, a muffled thunder came from the sky. The black clouds were afraid of the thunder and fled towards the clearing.

After the sporadic raindrops, there was a furious splash, and it seemed that he would not give up until the last four crumbling bodies were brought down.

The sudden rainstorm really made matters worse, and the faces of the four teenagers were exhausted, and the color of pain was even more intense, but they were still firm.

While the torrential rain hit the four teenagers, it also shrouded several figures around the clearing, hidden in the grass and trees, just whistling down from the sky, the raindrops with a sense of heavy force, but they could not get close to the bodies of those figures, and the aura formed by the condensation of breath directly vibrated those raindrops.

At this moment, the pouring rain had already wet Zhang Mochen's clothes and clinged to his thin body. The streams on his face slid down at great speed, and he couldn't tell whether it was sweat or rain. The tightly knit sword eyebrows, the miserable white lips, and the rough snort looked very painful.

However, after this pain, there was a vague other demeanor, a demeanor that had never appeared in seven days. That's a hint of excitement.

Zhang Mochen seemed to have entered another world at this moment.

The chaotic space, the faint clouds, Zhang Mochen sat in it as quietly as a virgin.

Zhang Mochen opened his eyes slightly, and suddenly found that behind the dense fog not far away, there was a looming door.

Zhang Mochen rubbed his eyes, wanting to see the door more clearly. But it backfired, the more I tried to see clearly, the more I couldn't see clearly, and the door even completely disappeared into the fog.

"Hmm, could it be that this is the shackles of the Heavenly Dao?" Zhang Mochen tried to calm the excitement in his heart, and looked at it again, trying to find the door that had disappeared again.

ps: I feel that this chapter is not well written, and I want to move the static writing, but unfortunately I can't control it.