Falling Wind City, a small border city in the western part of the Heavenly Spirit Empire. Because of its proximity to the Falling Wind Forest, where there are many fierce beasts, countless adventurers have settled here, and it is also quite prosperous. The pubs and shops everywhere are full of people, and the streets are full of people coming and going, and the cries of selling come and go.

The lord of Falling Wind City, Wei Chenfeng, has been the figure of the Heavenly Spirit Empire in recent years. At the age of forty, he broke through the Spirit King Realm and shocked the empire. The Heavenly Spirit Emperor Long Yan Dayue personally came to Luofeng City, wanting to recruit him to serve by his side. Wei Chenfeng resolutely refused, and was willing to stay in this small city as a small city lord. The whole country was in an uproar, with accusations, ridicule, and emotion. But none of them know why, a reason that can make people give up resources that will make them go further on the road of the strong.

However, Wei Chenfeng did not pay attention to the discussions of the outside world, but silently kept the Falling Wind City in order, and used his own strong strength to deter those unruly adventurers, so that although the Falling Wind City was not closed at night, and the road was not forgotten, it was also peaceful.

In a courtyard in the backyard of the City Lord's Mansion, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy was fighting a set of punches under the scorching sun. The sweat had already soaked the long shirt he was wearing, and as the young man's figure danced, beads of sweat flew out of his hair and fluttered on his sides. I saw that his punches were strong and powerful, and his pace was orderly in advance and retreat, and at a glance, I knew that he was practicing regularly.

"Bah!" "Bang"

The boy suddenly let out a loud cry and slammed his fist into the trunk of a large tree beside him, making a muffled sound between his fist and the trunk, shaking off a few leaves. The boy, however, stared blankly at his fist, at the flesh that had been scraped by the hard impact. The corners of his mouth gradually hooked up with a touch of bitterness. He sat down decadently, supported his cheek with one hand, and looked at the big tree in front of him in a daze.

"Wei Ziqing, you get up for me, even if you can't cultivate the spirit pattern, you can't give up on yourself. A red shadow flashed at the gate of the courtyard, and in the blink of an eye, an additional figure appeared beside Wei Ziqing. The person who came was a year or two older than Wei Ziqing and was wearing a red dress. At this time, he was holding Ying Ying's small waist with both hands, bowing his head slightly, and scolding Wei Ziqing with thin willow eyebrows.

"Sister Xia Chan, you're here. Wei Ziqing came back to his senses slightly and whispered to Xia Chan. I still respect my sister Wei Ziqing very much. Xia Chan was brought back by her father when he went out more than ten years ago, when she was only three or four years old, and she was adopted as a righteous daughter by her father Wei Chenfeng. Wei Ziqing has had no mother since he was a child, and Xia Chan, as an older sister, has always taken care of his food, clothing, housing and transportation, and cares for him. His cultivation talent is also excellent, he is only fifteen years old, he is a nine-fold spirit pattern, compared to Wei Ziqing, who can't cultivate the spirit pattern at the age of thirteen, he is a demon-like character. Thinking of this, I am comparing myself. Wei Ziqing couldn't help but sigh slightly: "Sister Xia Chan, next month will be the enrollment assessment of Tianling Academy." With your talent and strength, it must be easy!"

Heavenly Spirit Academy, the first academy of the empire founded by the Heavenly Spirit Emperor himself. Every five years, all kinds of geniuses and demons will be recruited from all over the country for training, and the minimum requirement to participate in the assessment is to reach the fifth level of spirit pattern at the age of fifteen. Children on the mainland will begin to cultivate at the age of eight, and they can generally cultivate the spirit pattern in about half a year, reaching the level of the spirit pattern. And Wei Ziqing, who has been cultivating for five years now, has not yet cultivated the spirit pattern, and the world has a common title for this kind of person who cannot cultivate, 'Waste Martial Arts'. Abolishing martial arts means that his martial arts are completely wasted, of course, how can this not be a ridicule of his being a waste that cannot be cultivated? Who would have thought that the son of Wei Chenfeng, the youngest Spirit King powerhouse in the empire, would be a waste that cannot be cultivated?

"I've already decided not to go to the Heavenly Spirit Academy, and I'll tell my father when the time comes. Xia Chan reached out and stroked the hair around his ear, and calmly threw a thunderbolt in Wei Ziqing's ear.

"What? No, don't talk about my father, I won't agree. Wei Ziqing stood up suddenly, shocked by Xia Chan's words, and after reacting, he yelled at Xia Chan with an angry face. It was the first time he had spoken so loudly to her, the first time he had been angry with her!

Xia Chan seemed to be frightened, pursed her lips lightly, and looked at the angry young man in a daze. Breathing chaoticly, his little head hung down, and he explained in a low voice: "I can make my own decisions"

"Sister Xia Chan, the stakes are very high. How can you be so unwise? You have great talents, and you can't be buried. I'm going to my father, and I can't let you make your own decisions. Wei Ziqing interrupted Xia Chan's words, and then turned around and left to find Wei Chenfeng.

Seeing that Wei Ziqing was going to find his father, Xia Chan became even more anxious. In a flash, he came to Wei Ziqing, and opened his hands to block Wei Ziqing's way. With a crying voice, he said: "Ziqing, don't go, I have made up my mind about this matter, why do you need to do this? I don't care whether I am strong or not, I just want to stay by your father's side, and the family will be satisfied when they stay together." And it has been ten years since I entered the Heavenly Spirit Academy, how can I rest assured that my father can rest assured? How can I rest assured that I can rest assured of you?"

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Wei Ziqing was silent. Ten years! For those who can cultivate, ten years is just a snap of a finger, and after cultivation, their lifespan will be greatly extended. And how many decades do I have to live? As a spirit king-level powerhouse, my father has a long lifespan of thousands of years. Ten years is really short for him, Sister Xia Chan is talented, and it is not impossible for her future achievements to reach the height of her father, and she doesn't care about the short ten years at all. Thinking about it like this, she is dragging her feet again, and Sister Xia Chan really can't rest assured that she is right!

Father is reluctant to go to the imperial capital for fear of being involved in the struggle for imperial power, and when the time comes, he can't help himself, and he will not be able to protect himself if he is not careful, Sister Xia Chan is reluctant to go to the Heavenly Spirit Academy because she is afraid that she will not be by her side for a long time after going this time, in case she is provoked and insulted by others, she can no longer stand up for herself, blocking Wei Ziqing's fist was clenched fiercely, and her nails sank into the flesh unconsciously. Deep down, he kept roaring at himself

Why? Why can't I practice the Spirit Pattern?

Why? Why do I keep holding you back?

I am not reconciled!

"Poof"

Wei Ziqing only felt like a boulder in his chest, and he couldn't breathe. With a sweet throat, he couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of reverse blood, and his consciousness was blurred. Suddenly, he seemed to hear an exclamation and a pair of slender jade hands stretched out, and his eyes were completely plunged into darkness, and Wei Ziqing fell.

"Where is this?" I don't know how long it took, Wei Ziqing woke up slowly. It was pitch black as far as the eye could see, and I couldn't see my fingers. The body seemed to be bound by invisible shackles, and it couldn't move at all.

"This is the realm of nothingness. An old voice suddenly came out of the darkness, echoing in Wei Ziqing's ears. couldn't discern the source of the voice, as if it was squeezing towards Wei Ziqing from all directions at the same time, which startled Wei Ziqing. The consciousness is awake instantly, everything is not an illusion, nothing can be seen, and the body cannot move.

Wei Ziqing was a little panicked in his heart, and couldn't help shouting: "Who are you? Why am I here? What the hell is this place?"

"Those who should be robbed, the realm of nothingness, get my inheritance, follow me against the sky, hold my sharp blade, cut through the sky and the sky, slaughter the immortals, and step on the sky to become a god!"

The old man's voice swept from all directions, with a speechless earth-shattering momentum, which shocked Wei Ziqing's heart and forgot his words for a while.

"Those who are outside the heavens are not bound by this heaven and earth, and they are also bound by this heaven and earth. When you break the shackles of heaven and earth, it will be the day of my inheritance. Now I feel your unyielding meaning, and I regard it as the time when I was unwilling at the beginning. Then it was rumored that "Ten Thousand Souls Wash the Body" hopes that you will live up to the trust of the coming day. The voice stopped abruptly, and Wei Ziqing lost consciousness again before he had time to think about anything.

When consciousness returned, the whispers of a man and a woman were faintly heard in my ears.

"Cicada, what's going on with Ziqing?" Listening to the voice was a middle-aged man. Although he deliberately lowered the volume of his speech, he couldn't hide the majesty in it.

"Father, I don't know" Xia Chan had an obvious cry in her voice, obviously just cried.

"Ho" Wei Ziqing opened his mouth to say something, but he coughed dryly because of his dry throat.

"En" The two people who were whispering noticed Wei Ziqing's awakening and quickly came to the bedside.

Wei Ziqing slowly opened his eyes, and what caught his eye was Sister Xia Chan's anxious pretty face, and a middle-aged man stood next to her. Looking around, there is only a wooden wardrobe and a square wooden table in the small room. This is in their own room. It was just a dream just now! Wei Ziqing thought silently in his heart.

"Ziqing, how are you, do you feel uncomfortable there?" Xia Chan asked anxiously, a pair of slightly red and swollen eyes looking Dongfang Ling up and down.

"I'm fine, just a little dry mouth. ”

"Wait, I'll pour you water. After Xia Chan finished speaking, he hurriedly turned around and left.

"Father, I'm fine, I'm worried about you. Wei Ziqing whispered to the middle-aged man who had never said a word. He is Wei Ziqing's father, the youngest spirit king-level powerhouse in the history of the Heavenly Spirit Empire, and the man of the year in the Heavenly Spirit Empire in recent years, Wei Chenfeng!

I saw Wei Chenfeng wearing an ordinary cyan robe, his figure was slightly thin, his face was ordinary, and his hair was scattered casually on his shoulders; if it weren't for the faint majesty between his eyebrows, who would have associated him with all of the above.

"What's going on?" Wei Chenfeng didn't pay attention to Wei Ziqing's words. Instead, he asked lightly, as if Wei Ziqing's life and death had nothing to do with him.

"It's nothing, it's just too much practice. I want to take a quiet break. Wei Ziqing has long been used to his father's attitude, he is just not good at expressing his concern for himself, Wei Ziqing understands. But there are some things that I don't want him to know, so I mention them.

"That's fine, you can rest. "I will never force Wei Ziqing to do anything, even if there is something he doesn't want to say, then he won't ask.

Wei Chenfeng also went out after speaking. Wei Ziqing was the only one left in the room, and the darkness that he couldn't see his fingers came to his mind from time to time, and the old and majestic voice came to mind. The feeling of shocking the heart was so clear, and I couldn't help but tremble a little when I thought about it at this time. It was so real, it didn't feel like a dream, and yet there was no evidence that it was real.

Wei Ziqing, who was constantly tumbling with all kinds of thoughts in his mind, didn't notice that a halo the size of a grain of rice was slowly emerging on his forehead. It's very light, it's light