In the eternal starry sky, a fairy island with a radius of more than ten miles is quietly suspended in the void, all kinds of precious fairy grass plants decorate the fairy island, and some small beasts chase and play on the fairy island.

The aura of the fairy island is rich, and even the aura in many places is about to condense into liquid, and from time to time there will be ethereal colorful fairy qi emerging from the fairy island and being absorbed by the fairy island.

In the center of the fairy island stood a small attic, this day in front of this attic that no one had set foot in for more than a hundred years, a figure appeared silently, the moment the figure appeared, the qi engines all around it fell into a standstill.

This is a middle-aged man with a handsome face, thin and tall, wearing a green shirt, and his long hair is meticulously tied behind his head. His whole person is as restrained as the ancient sword behind him, but his sharpness will never be overlooked.

The man named Emperor Ye hesitated for a moment and walked into an ancient cave filled with chaotic qi not far away, not minding the chaotic qi around him that could kill an ordinary monk with a random wisp.

His ears were filled with the cry of a baby from the depths of the Chaos Cave and the familiar laughter, and the slightly old-fashioned face of Emperor Ye unconsciously brought an unprecedented smile, more than 20,000 years, the second brother finally decided to wake up Mo'er, and next, it was another prosperous era!――

It was really an unlucky day for Ling Mo, he was thrown out of the house by the old man without psychological preparation, and then encountered a rare space shattering, I don't know if I could be more unlucky!

Lying on the cold ground, I have to sigh that the power of space is indeed recognized as one of the most lethal forces, if it weren't for the old guy arranging something in advance, I'm afraid he would have been torn to pieces by the broken space by now.

Thinking of what happened not long ago, Ling Mo scolded in a low voice: "The old guy who suffered a thousand cuts!"

The old guy in Ling Mo's mouth was actually Ling Mo's father, Ling Haochen.

In fact, Ling Haochen didn't look old, he was more like a gentle middle-aged man, but Ling Mo knew that his real age could really scare people. For Ling Mo calling him an old man in private, Ling Haochen knew, but he didn't care.

Not long ago, Ling Mo's father called Ling Mo, who was cultivating, to a teleportation array, and said with a sincere and bright smile: "Son, you have now reached the fourth order of Tongxuan, and you can be regarded as having the power to protect yourself. So, now there's a little choice you need to decide. ”

Looking at the old guy's smile on his face, Ling Mo couldn't help but feel a little numb in his scalp, he still remembered that when he was nine years old, he watched such a smile being thrown into a space full of monsters, and he was released after a full month of fighting inside, and then he thought about it and sighed that he was lucky enough not to hold back his neurosis in it.

In the following years, every time I saw my father smiling so brightly, I had to peel off my skin, and now when I saw this familiar expression, Ling Mo reflexively took a step back, but he still forcibly held back a far-fetched smile, "You talk about it first." ”

"As for your next practice, I discussed with a few of your uncles and roughly had two choices, the first one is that you spend all your time on this island, and a few of our old guys will teach you by themselves, until you reach the Purple Mansion Realm, and let you go out to practice. ”

After a pause, Ling Haochen continued: "The second thing is to teleport you outside now, only give you some basic things, and basically you don't expect us to give you any help, you can go the rest by yourself!"

Ling Mo wisely chose the second path without thinking about it, and sure enough, Ling Haochen smiled even brighter.

Ling Mo asked curiously, "What if I choose the first path?"

Ling Haochen said with a smile: "I'll let you Uncle Ye beat you up and then forcibly enforce the second article!"

Ling Mo showed an expression that was really like this, he knew this seemingly loyal old guy too well.

Next, Ling Haochen put some things in Ling Mo's body, Ling Mo recognized some, some exercises or something, and many others didn't know what they were. When asked, Ling Haochen didn't explain it clearly, only said that when the opportunity came, you would know what it was, so he passed it perfunctorily.

After doing all this, Ling Haochen activated the teleportation array, and in a flash of silver light, Ling Mo suddenly shouted, "What if I am accidentally killed by someone outside!"

Unexpectedly, Ling Haochen replied solemnly: "Don't worry, I will definitely avenge you if you die!"

Ling Mo's expression froze instantly, and then disappeared in place.

Speaking of space teleportation, it is generally very safe, but it is inevitable that there will be some accidents, the most serious of which is that the space in the process of teleportation is broken because the space cannot withstand the power of teleportation, and ordinary people can only pray to heaven when they encounter this situation. Unfortunately, Ling Mo encountered the so-called space shattering today, and at that moment Ling Mo really felt that death was so close to him, so unlucky, he was going to die just after leaving home?

It was obvious that something Ling Haochen put in Ling Mo's body had a role, Ling Mo heard a shattering sound coming from his body, and a huge energy suddenly rushed out of his body to block the destruction of the power of space, but the destructive power of the space shattering was really too great, even this energy could not be completely counteracted, Ling Mo just held on for a moment and was oppressed by the power of space and fainted.

There was no way to verify how long he had been in a coma, Ling Mo only knew that his current state was very bad, his body was soft and he didn't have any strength, this was probably the sequelae!

Ling Mo moved his neck and tried to look around, but there was only black stone ground and lush trees in the distance, and there was nothing of value in the distance, and his body was afraid that it would take a few more hours for him to recover initially, and he couldn't do anything before that.

Recognizing his current situation, Ling Mo instead pressed his heart to concentrate on the Xuan Gong to recover his body.

Ling Mo's current realm is the fourth order of the general selection realm, which is not high, and reaching this realm at the age of fourteen can only be said to be a medium qualification in the immortal realm. In fact, it was impossible to cultivate so slowly according to Ling Mo's potential, but Ling Haochen had been suppressing Ling Mo's realm all these years.

There are nine small realms in the Xuan Realm, the first eight levels correspond to the eight veins of the strange meridians in the body, and each meridian is promoted to a small realm, and the ninth order is to integrate the eight meridians so that the qi can be unimpeded.

The most basic realm of a monk is like the foundation of a monk, so most monks are particularly attentive in this realm, Ling Mo's father understands the importance of the Xuan realm, and when teaching Ling Mo, he is even harsh to the point of almost deliberately suppressing the improvement of Ling Mo's every small realm, otherwise, with Ling Mo's talent and the cultivation resources he can access, it is not a problem to reach the mortal realm above the Xuan realm.

The cultivation techniques of the Tongxuan Realm are different from each other, and the difference between the advantages and disadvantages is particularly huge, and a good exercise is undoubtedly crucial to the help of the cultivators of the Tongxuan Realm.

Like those exercises, they often have a well-known name, just like "Jade Void Sutra", "Tongxuanlu", "Phantom Heaven Sutra" or something, and no matter what the quality is, the name alone makes people feel mysterious and mysterious.

Ling Mo's practice was nameless, this was Ling Haochen's own practice. In Ling Haochen's words, there is no name in the world that can be worthy of this exercise, so the exercise is nameless, but later I heard Uncle Xia, who loves to grow flowers and grass the most, say that it was actually just because Ling Mo's father was too lazy to think about the name, and Ling Mo thought so.

It was similar to what Ling Mo expected, after cultivating for a few hours, his body had finally recovered, and this was the result of something Ling Haochen placed in Ling Mo's body that blocked most of the energy of the space shattering.

It was already the second half of the night, and the sky at this time was full of stars and surprisingly magnificent, but Ling Mo was not in the mood to appreciate the starry sky. After so many years, the scenery that Ling Mo has seen the most is the stars in the starry sky, not to mention that Ling Mo wants to know why the teleportation failed to happen.

Ling Mo didn't expect that the reason for the failure of the teleportation was so obvious, where was this ground, Ling Mo had actually been lying on a stone platform that was a few feet long enough. Ling Mo understood what was going on after going around on this square stone platform with a length and width of almost a dozen steps, this stone platform was undoubtedly also a teleportation array, but there was a huge damage in his southeast corner, and the formation of this place was undoubtedly worn out with this lost corner, which directly caused this broken formation to be unable to withstand the terrifying power of spatial teleportation, causing the space to shatter.

Ling Mo squatted at this wound, and condensed his Xuan Gong on the stone where his fingertips were scratched at the wound, but his fingers were sore, but on the other hand, there was no trace left at the wound.

Ling Mo was immediately shocked, he knew that as usual, the power he had condensed all the qi on his fingertips was enough to penetrate an inch thick of fine iron, but he couldn't leave the slightest trace on this stone platform, what kind of material was this stone platform made of, and what kind of person could leave such a terrible wound on the stone platform!?

Looking at the bright moon leaning westward, it was about to dawn, Ling Mo was not in a hurry to leave, he found that the aura on the stone platform was still quite strong, so he simply sat down facing the east and started to practice the nameless Xuangong.

The moment Xuan Gong was running, the surrounding aura was pulled by an invisible force and rushed towards Ling Mo, and his body was also like a bottomless pit frantically absorbing spiritual energy.

At this moment, Ling Mo's heart was ethereal, there were no ordinary distractions, no space shattered, no difficulties in really leaving home for the first time, and even the idea of cultivating advanced did not appear in his mind, what Ling Mo did at this moment was just conforming to nature, this state had a special name, called Ethereal!

Ling Mo didn't know that it was Ling Mo's father who could quickly enter this ethereal state, and Ling Haochen, who was definitely one of the strongest people in the world, was also very envious, but he didn't bother to tell him.

Ling Mo's first day after completely breaking away from the protection of his elders passed like this, and this would also be a new beginning!