The world is divided into five domains, namely eastern, southern, western, northern, and central domains. In addition, there is the East China Sea in the east of the Eastern Regions, the Southern Wilderness in the south of the Southern Regions, the Western Desert in the west of the Western Regions, and the Northern Plains in the north of the Northern Regions.

That's the world as it is.

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The Lianyun Mountain Range is the largest mountain range in the Southern Regions, and it is named because it is located at the junction of Lianzhou and Yunzhou.

The mountains stretch for thousands of miles, and the farthest reaches can reach the boundary of the Middle Realm, and from a distance, it looks like a giant dragon sleeping on the earth. There are countless peaks in the mountains, reaching into the sky, like a new heaven dividing the earth into two halves.

As the saying goes, "one side of the water and soil raises one side of the people", in the periphery of the mountain range, there are human beings who live by the mountains and rivers, gather and become tribes. These tribes have different customs and habits, and one of them is a tribe whose people worship a heavenly sword in their clan, and over time, the world will call it "Heavenly Sword Tribe".

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Today is the annual sacrifice day of the Heavenly Sword Tribe. Early in the morning, the entire tribe, men and women, young and old, all come to the ancestral temple to participate in the sacrifices.

The ancestral temple is not big, it seems to be a little dilapidated, it is engraved with the patterns of mountains and rivers, birds and beasts, insects and fishes, ancient and solemn. In the ancestral temple, there is a spiritual seat of the ancestors, and in front of the temple there is a simple big ding, two rows of bells and drums, and a boulder.

Further on is a huge square, which is now full of people.

Incense was burned in the ding, musical instruments played the sound of ancient sacrifices, and a knife was inserted on top of the boulder.

This knife is the legendary heavenly sword.

The whole body of the Heavenly Sword is purple, and the blade is simple and rough, but the momentum is awe-inspiring, and it is intimidating to look at it, and I dare not look at it directly. The people of this tribe believed that this knife was born and raised, so they called it "Heavenly Sword", which means a gift from the heavens.

Thousands of people gathered in front of the ancestral temple, but it was silent and solemn. Next, it's time for the sacrificial process. The patriarch of the tribe walked to the stage, chanting an ancient ritual text, a group of people around the Dading, dancing a mysterious dance, everyone in the audience knelt on the ground, bowing to the top of the heavenly sword......

I don't know how long it took, and I don't know how many strange processes went on in it, but the sacrifice finally ended.

Next, there is the routine knife drawing meeting.

The so-called sword drawing conference is the heavenly sword. Legend has it that if someone can pull out the heavenly sword, they are the one who is given by heaven. This person will hold the Heavenly Sword and sweep in all directions to unify the tribes on the periphery of the Lianyun Mountain Range.

But for hundreds of years, no one has been able to pull out this heavenly sword.

Now the people of this tribe no longer think that anyone can pull out this knife. This so-called sword drawing meeting has become a routine habit to this day, of course, they always have a little bit of extravagant hope in their hearts, in case someone really accidentally pulls it out......

More than a dozen young people walked up to the stage in turn, and they will perform this sword drawing ceremony.

All of these youths were fifteen years old, and in this tribe, fifteen means adulthood. It may be only at this time in their lives that they have the opportunity to come into contact with this magical knife. In normal times, people are absolutely not allowed to touch the heavenly sword, otherwise it will be regarded as blasphemy and will be burned alive.

The first young man stepped forward and drew his sword. He was the son of the patriarch, named Zaro, tall and burly, heroic, already an excellent warrior at a young age, and had a reputation as a genius in the tribe.

His expression was haughty and full of confidence, as if he felt that the Heavenly Sword in front of him was already in his pocket. I saw him reach out and hold the hilt of the knife, roar, and pull it out hard! But the heavenly knife did not move at all. He was unwilling and continued to try, but even if he tried his best and used various methods, he still couldn't shake it, and finally had no choice but to give up.

No one laughed at him, because it was normal not to pull it out.

One after another, young men stepped forward to draw their swords, and soon they were defeated again. The whole process was uneventful, and as always, it failed without the slightest surprise.

Soon, only one of the last young people was left on the stage.

"It's him, son of a sinner......" The people in the audience recognized the last young man and began to talk.

"Why is he here? How can the son of a sinner blaspheme the Heavenly Sword!"

"What's his name?"

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The last young man on this stage, named Li Qing, is quite handsome, his eyes are very bright, and he looks like a young man on the whole.

His identity should be very special, because the people in the audience talked about him a lot, and the eyes that looked at him were very complicated, with hatred, anger, and sympathy.

This happens, of course, for a reason. The root of all this is because of his father.

His father's name was Li Yuanlong, who was once known as the most powerful warrior ever known as the Heavenly Sword Tribe.

Decades ago, the Heavenly Sword Tribe was actually just a very ordinary tribe, but Li Yuanlong was born out of thin air, with unparalleled combat power, sweeping the Quartet invincible, leading the Heavenly Sword Tribe to gradually become strong and prosperous, becoming the most powerful tribe within hundreds of miles.

The ambition of unifying the outskirts of the mountain range was almost fulfilled in his hands. Unfortunately, something happened later that changed all that.

Ten years ago, an immensely powerful monster attacked the tribe. Li Yuanlong fought with this demon beast for a day and a night, and finally died on the spot, while the demon beast was seriously injured and finally besieged and killed.

In this catastrophe, most of the tribe was destroyed, countless people died, and families were destroyed, and the misery was extremely miserable.

Li Yuanlong saved the tribe and deserves to be regarded as a hero of the tribe. However, it turned out that he was the main culprit of the disaster, because someone accused him of provoking the monster outside, causing it to attack.

Because there are so many witnesses, even the patriarch has come out to testify, which can be regarded as ironclad evidence. Moreover, Li Yuanlong is dead, so he can't defend himself at all, and everyone has to believe this fact.

As a result, Li Yuanlong became a sinner of the tribe.

He has brought the ultimate glory to the tribe, but also brought terrible calamity to the tribe. How much the people worshipped him before, how much they hate him now.

And Li Qing became the son of a sinner in this way, carrying the hatred and anger of his clansmen.

Now, the son of a sinner is standing on the stage, about to have the most important moment of his life. He listened to the discussion of the audience, but a trace of bitterness flashed in his eyes, but he immediately regained his composure, and his eyes became more and more determined.

"Father is not a sinner! he is a hero!" his fists clenched tightly, and the unyielding anger in his heart gradually ignited. His father was the person he admired the most, and he didn't believe that his father would do anything to harm the tribe.

"This may be my only chance, I must pull out the Heavenly Sword and clear my father's grievances!"

He strode in front of the Heavenly Sword, looking at this domineering and formidable knife, he couldn't help but be arrogant and become fearless. He suddenly had a hunch that he would succeed!

He took a deep breath, calmed down, and slowly reached out and gently grasped the hilt of the knife. He paused, as if he was brewing strength, and suddenly exerted his strength, pulling up!

"Come out!" his heart roared! He seemed to see the Heavenly Sword being pulled out in an instant, emitting a dazzling light, while he held the Heavenly Sword in his hand and enjoyed the worship of the crowd......

But the harsh reality shattered his illusions. The Heavenly Sword was not pulled out!

It is still stuck on the boulder, not moving at all, as if it is an eternal existence, looking down on all beings, and ordinary people can shake it.

The miracle did not happen.

Yes, miracles don't happen that easily. After all, for hundreds of years, countless sages have gone forward and succeeded, including many amazing talents like Li Yuanlong, who have not been able to pull out the heavenly sword, how can they be so easily succeeded by Li Qing?

"Why ......" Li Qing couldn't accept it in his heart, this might be his only chance, how could he give up so easily?

"I can't give up! I must pull out the heavenly sword!" he kept trying, refusing to give up for a long time, even if he was sweating profusely, even if he was exhausted......

He tried so long that everyone waited impatiently.

"Is he crazy?"

Everyone in the audience looked at him as a madman, and shouted one after another: "Get down quickly! The son of a sinner dares to try to pull out the heavenly sword? ”

Seeing this, Zaro, the son of the patriarch, snorted contemptuously, stepped onto the stage, and stretched out his hand to pull Li Qing away.

But at this moment, Li Qing looked like a crazy demon, his face was hideous, as if he was going to kill someone, so frightened that Zaro's heart trembled, and he hurriedly slapped him.

With a "snap", the scene suddenly fell silent. Li Qing came to his senses.

He stayed for a while, and suddenly realized that he had been slapped in the face, and the anger that had accumulated in his heart suddenly erupted like a volcano, and he shouted, "How dare you insult me like this!" and pounced on him, scuffling with Zaro.

Everyone couldn't help but be stunned, they didn't expect such a thing to happen. Seeing that the two were fighting, no one stepped forward to help. They all thought that Zaro would win a big victory, after all, he was a tribal genius, and his strength was obvious to all.

But the next scene surprised them!

I saw the two scuffling together on the stage, wrestling like a bullfight at first, but soon Zaro ran out of strength, retreated again and again, and then was knocked to the ground by Li Qing.

Immediately afterwards, Li Qing twisted his hand, pressed it to the ground and couldn't move, then slapped it over, and then punched it down, so he was beaten violently!

Everyone was dumbfounded, Li Qing won easily?

How could this young man, who had been neglected all along, have such strength? He was even more powerful than Zaro, the genius of the tribe and the son of the patriarch!

Sure enough, he is worthy of being the son of Li Yuanlong.

The patriarch was the first to react, and shouted, "What are you doing in a daze, why don't you hurry up and pull them away!" So everyone came to their senses, rushed up, pulled the two apart, and ended the farce. And at this moment, Zaro has already been beaten into a pig's head by Li Qing.

The patriarch felt that he had lost face and was dissatisfied, but he only "snorted" and left with a resentful Zaro. After all, Zaro lost in a head-to-head battle, and he didn't want to attack in public.

The tribe respects strength, and if it has strength, it naturally wins everyone's respect. Everyone couldn't help but look at Li Qing with a hint of awe, and they were thinking in their hearts: "Is this going to be the second Li Yuanlong?"

They seemed to see the high-spirited and amazing person again.

Li Qing beat Zaro violently, and his anger was almost gone. But when he thought that he hadn't been able to pull out the Heavenly Sword, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

He sighed and walked lonely through the crowd. The crowd automatically parted ways, and countless complicated eyes watched him leave.

A middle-aged woman greeted her, gently hugged Li Qing's head, and comforted: "It's okay, just do your best......

This is Li Qing's mother, a strong woman.