"Today I will tell you about the division of cultivators that are common in our Xuantian Great World. ”

In a school, an old man with a goatee walked into the school with a smile.

"Hello Grandpa Li!"

A neat and immature voice sounded, and the classroom of the school was full of a group of children.

Each child sat in his seat, but there was a big difference in age, some were only about three or four years old, still gnawing their fingers, and the older ones were already seven or eight years old, all of them looked at the old man with a goatee who walked in with a book in his hand with expectant eyes.

"Sit well, listen attentively, and tomorrow you will ask questions about what you are talking about today, and whoever can't answer them will be punished!" said the old man with a goatee as he walked to the podium, smiled, and deliberately straightened his face.

"My Xuantian Great World is extremely vast, I don't know how many billions of forces are long and wide, and I don't know how many races have lived, and our human race is one of the strongest seven ancestors among them.

The cultivators in this world can be called endless, from ordinary martial arts masters, to flying outside the world, and even immortal beings who can open up the world, catch stars and take the moon, they are all cultivators.

Cultivators, no matter what their cultivation system is, whether it is cultivating immortals, cultivating gods, cultivating gods, or cultivating ancestral spirits or cultivating witch souls, all of these can be uniformly understood as a process of continuous improvement of one's own life level!

At the beginning of cultivation, the first realm is the realm of detachment, which is the process of evolution of ordinary life to near-path life, and our human race must completely cross the three life ladders because of its natural weakness, unlike some naturally powerful races, some are even near-path lives when they are born!

And after detachment, it is the realm of true spirits!

True Spirit ......" The voice of the old man with a goatee spread through the open wooden window of the school hall to the courtyard outside the school, and Zhao Tian heard it in his ears without falling.

It's a small mountain village, with wooden houses scattered and wisps of green smoke rising from the morning breeze, making it look very peaceful and peaceful.

On the edge of the mountain village, there is a large courtyard, which is the school in the village.

There was an inconspicuous dry tree trunk in the corner of the courtyard where the children played and frolicked, and Zhao Tian's consciousness at this moment ended here.

"It's the same as the weird dream last time!How long will it take this time!" Zhao Tian thought helplessly as he listened to the sound floating out of the window.

It's been more than half a month, and since he woke up from his coma, he found himself in a very real and strange dream again, just like last time.

He still vividly remembered that at the end of the strange dream last time, the ancient tree he had incarnated had drifted through the endless void and finally fallen into a vast and boundless continent.

What should have happened before, Zhao Tian guessed that he was still continuing the strange dream before, but he didn't know what happened, and he was left in the corner of this small mountain village and no one cared about it.

"How long has it been since I fell into this world?" Zhao Tian muttered in his heart, he clearly remembered that when he fell, there were divine rainbows rising into the sky, and countless powerful beings rushed towards him!

However, in the past half a month, through the occasional conversation between villagers and children, he also has a general understanding of his situation.

"However, it is precisely because our Terrans are inherently weak that their growth potential is even more amazing, and they have a huge numerical advantage, so the Terrans are faintly the first strong clan among the seven strong clans!

Okay, that's all for today, remember to review it when you go back!"

When the old man surnamed Li announced the end of class, those who were still sitting in a regular manner suddenly cheered, and rushed out of the classroom one by one like ducks in the wild.

"Although it's a cute little Lori!, you can't sit on me every time!" Zhao Tian smiled bitterly, unspeakably depressed.

It's a pity that in the eyes of others, he is just a dead tree trunk, and no one would have thought that there is a human soul in it.

At this moment, a little girl with two small braids was sitting on top of Zhao Tian's dry tree trunk.

The little girl is about four or five years old, wearing a small red dress, and her face is fleshy, very cute!

She supported her chin with a pair of pink hands and looked at the children playing in the yard, her eyes full of envy.

"Hee-hee!/" The children's laughter echoed through the courtyard, but it didn't matter to the little girl in the corner.

Time passed, and there were fewer and fewer children playing in the yard, until at last it was all gone, and the yard became silent again, except for a little girl, dressed in small clothes, sitting alone on a dry tree trunk.

I don't know how long later, the little girl stubbornly pursed her lips, clenched her little hands tightly, and left here.

Watching the little girl's small figure disappear at the gate of the courtyard, Zhao Tian sighed in his heart, he didn't know why this little girl who was isolated by other children gave him a sense of intimacy from the soul.

Many times, on the tree trunk in the corner of the courtyard of the little girl's school, she silently looked at the laughing and smiling classmates in the yard, as if she was in another world.

The days passed like this, and sure enough, as Zhao Tian thought, this dream was still so long!

He would listen to the old man surnamed Li with the children, he would watch a group of half-grown children play in the yard, and he would watch the grass next to him grow up...

Of course, the little girl will always sit on him.

Year after year, three years have passed in the blink of an eye.

The small primary school in this mountain village still remembers the laughter of children from time to time, as if nothing has changed.

The little girl who is always alone still likes the tree trunk in the corner of the yard, but I don't know when the little girl no longer cares about the classmates who are playing, and is always seriously busy with her own things.

What made Zhao Tian feel strange was that his dead trunk had remained as it was, neither rotting nor climbing on moss or anything like that, and had remained as it had remained for three years.

However, the whole village, including the old man surnamed Li, seemed to be not surprised by this, and turned a blind eye to his dead tree trunk, as if they were accustomed to it.

Until one time, the little girl was lying on the trunk of the tree, looking at the stars in the sky in a daze, talking to herself, Zhao Tiancai understood that he had been in this mountain village for many years, and the villagers had already noticed his strange trunk.

At first, some people regarded him as a treasure and took it to the county town for identification, but unfortunately the final result proved that Zhao Tian was just an ordinary tree trunk, no different from other woods except that it would not decay.

In fact, in the entire Xuantian Continent, there are too many strange things that look peculiar but are actually worthless at all.

Later, Zhao Tian's tree trunk was sent out by the villagers for identification several times one after another, but the result was the same, and in the end, a powerful cultivator was recuperating in the mountain village because of his injury, and he told the villagers that this section of the tree trunk was just an ordinary piece of wood, and as for not decaying, it was only because it contained a little heaven and earth energy, and the entire Xuantian Continent was innumerable like this, and it was worthless at all.

So after a long time, Zhao Tian's tree trunk was left in the corner of the village, and no one cared about it.

Day after day passed, and Zhao Tian thought that it would continue like this.

Until one day, the old man Li Xing came back after a long trip, his face full of excitement.

From his conversation with the villagers, Zhao Tian knew that the entire village had pooled money to go to the county town to buy a book of exercises that could cultivate the true spirit.

In the Xuantian Continent, there were as many cultivators as the sand of the Ganges, and the cultivation civilization was prosperous to the extreme, and the exercises in the early stage of life evolution could be afforded even if a small mountain village like them gritted their teeth.

And cultivating the true spirit, in the Xuantian Continent, it is not necessary to break through the detachment before it can be cultivated.

Every life that has reached the level of the near path after transcendence, its true spirit is more than the size of an adult's fist, and a cultivator who has not yet broken through to the life of the near path, even if he is about to break through, as long as he has not cultivated the exercises about the true spirit in advance, the true spirit he has is definitely not more than the size of a grain of rice.

This is still the seed of the true spirit that has been condensed, and some of the talents are poor, and the true spirit is even in a primitive state, so weak that it can be ignored.

"Being able to cultivate the True Spirit in advance has all kinds of benefits! It can greatly improve your comprehension and cultivation speed, as long as the True Spirit is strong enough, maybe some of you can achieve ultimate transcendence and become a high-ranking near-path life!"

In the early morning classroom, the old man surnamed Li stood on the podium and said very seriously.

"I can finally start cultivating the True Spirit!"

"I heard that Erniu from the next village has become smart now because he has cultivated the true spirit!

"My dad told me to study hard, and he said that as long as I could condense a true spirit the size of a grain of rice before I was ten years old, my dad would send me to study in the county town!" said a seven or eight-year-old boy to his companion next to him.

For a while, the whole class was in a commotion, and the children were very excited and discussing in whispers.

"Quiet!"

The old man surnamed Li turned his face and knocked the wooden table in front of him.

When the classroom was quiet, the old man surnamed Li finally began to give a formal lecture.

"The true spirit is the greatest foundation of life, and the source of the great road and the foundation of immortality speak of the true spirit.

And as an ordinary life being who is still on the road to transcendence, if we want to cultivate the true spirit in advance, the first difficulty we face is induction!

To be sensing, we must..."

Zhao Tianqian's so-called preoccupation was preoccupied, trying to memorize every sentence, and constantly feeling and understanding.

In the past few years, although the old man surnamed Li has also talked about several cultivation methods before and after, Zhao Tian does not have a human body, so he can't cultivate at all.

This time was different.

The cultivation of the true spirit has nothing to do with the body at all, at least now the content of the old man surnamed Li does not mention the body, all of them are a kind of visualization cultivation method in the soul aspect.

Finally there is something to cultivate! Zhao Tian couldn't wait.

Just after listening to the complete induction part, he began to try to cultivate while listening to the old man surnamed Li answer those children's questions.

"Boom!"

Zhao Tian, who was trying hard to sense the true spirit, was suddenly shocked, and a huge roar came from the depths of his consciousness, making him spin for a while, and his consciousness became extremely trance-like.

In a daze, Zhao Tian seemed to see that in the middle of the boundless darkness, a silver ball of light the size of a grain of rice was slowly rotating, emitting a faint silver divine light...

The silver ball of light shook as it swirled, instantly becoming extremely dazzling, completely engulfing the boundless darkness.

The next moment, in the white vastness, Zhao Tian completely lost consciousness.