Zhuohua sat upright in his chair, but his head kept shaking.

"Zhuohua!"

The roar scared her sleepy worm away, and she jerked up straight. Cautiously looking up, he found that his mother's eyes were full of anger when he looked at him.

"Mother......

"Humph!"

Although this cold snort did not carry any coercion of cultivation, it also made her heart cold.

The cloudy day is the day when the major immortal sects recruit new disciples, and this day will become a day for many people to rewrite their fate, so it is also called Nirvana Day.

Nirvana Day is held every three years and is only open to children between the ages of five and fifteen, so you can come to this day regardless of your status, whether you are rich or beggar. However, even if you participate, you may not be able to get started, spiritual roots, various tests, and someone will leave in every link.

However, there are also many people who choose not to enter the sect and become a casual cultivator, but if they want to grow up without relying on it, it is simply difficult to climb to the sky.

Mortals look forward to eternal life.

Those who cultivate the truth hope to become immortals.

The position of each person also determines their vision and pursuit.

Zhuohua's mother was originally an outer disciple of Qingli Mountain, but later met Zhuohua's father Zhanchen, so she quit the sect and stayed in Zhan's family. However, the Zhan family is also a big family, and the ancestors have also produced a lot of great powers, but they have still declined in the past few hundred years. Although it has declined, in the end, the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, and there is still no shortage of resources or anything. Zhuohua's father is now in retreat and preparing to get married, and his mother is also a cultivator in the middle of Jindan.

There are four continents in this world, namely the East Pole Continent, the South Wind Continent, the Xiyin Continent, and the Beichuan Continent, and each continent has a sect, namely Qingli Mountain, Longyue Sect, Chengtian Mountain, and Ice Condensation Sect. However, the Hanshan Temple, where the Buddhist monks are located, is located on every continent. The demon cultivators are basically on Wuyu Island, and the demon cultivators and the mysterious beasts are basically in Guniao Mountain.

A cloudy day is Nirvana Day, and Zhuohua's mother couldn't help but be a little annoyed when she looked at her heartless daughter in front of her. With what they experienced back then, she believed that her daughter would definitely have a spiritual root, but there were many hardships on the road to cultivating immortals, and if she was not careful, she was afraid that her life would be difficult to protect, and she was alone, even if the family wanted to protect it, it was beyond the reach of the whip.

In fact, Zhuohua doesn't understand this.

She was originally a first-line actress in the 21st century, she grew up in an orphanage, and with her tenacity and superb acting skills, she fought her way out of the crowded entertainment industry. Finally, the company gave her a vacation, but she had a car accident on the way back to her apartment, and when she woke up, she became a little doll wrapped in swaddling clothes. But God still hung down on her, gave her a happy family, and loved her parents.

So much so that she was so greedy for such a life that she forgot what kind of world she was in.

It's not that she doesn't understand, she just hopes to be able to live a life like the one in her previous life, which is wary of others all day long and intrigues.

Jiang Yue sighed, stretched out her hand and took Zhuohua into her arms, my mother doesn't know how long she can protect you, I hope you can grow up early.

Zhuohua's eyes are astringent, "mother......"

On the second day, the children of the exhibition family gathered together and set off towards the square.

The square was crowded with people, and the darkness was overwhelming. As a result, Zhuohua's heart, which was not very nervous, also jumped with the knock. Her little hand gripped Jiang Yue's hand tightly, and her palms became wet.

Jiang Yue gently squeezed her hand and gave her a reassuring look, and Zhuohua's heart slowly calmed down.