The Nanhua Mountains, stretching for more than 2,000 miles, have countless steep peaks, and there are even many fierce snakes, insects, rats and ants. Moreover, the mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist all year round, and it is difficult to discern the direction, so in this mountain, there are only a few marginal foothills, and occasionally a few hunters who cut wood come here to cut wood, and few other people set foot here.

In the very center of the Nanhua Mountains, there is a huge valley, and in the valley, there are several peaks, each of which is more than 2,000 meters high. However, in this valley, there is an extremely thick layer of fog all year round, and the visibility is less than five meters.

Many years ago, a few brave villagers wanted to explore this strange fog together. However, once they enter the fog, even if it is only a few tens of meters away, they will completely lose their sense of direction, and many times, it will take them several hours to get out of the fog. When I came out, I found that I had returned to my original place. After several unsuccessful attempts, they gave up, turning a blind eye to the mysterious valley, and even instructed their relatives and friends not to allow them to set foot in it.

On this day, a young man in white clothes with a handsome face was holding a newborn baby and hurried towards the valley. His movements are fast, and he looks like he's flying in the air, but his expression is calm, like he is walking in his back garden.

Not long after, the young man in white appeared at the entrance of the Grand Canyon and stopped under the thick clouds. He took out a piece of red jade the size of a soybean, whispered something to his mouth, and with a wave of his hand, threw it into the mist. The red jade turned into a red streamer and quickly disappeared into the mist.

About five minutes later, a gust of wind blew out of the valley and reached the white-clothed young man, who had already turned into a white point of light and disappeared without a trace.

The young man in white was not surprised that he looked familiar with the road. With the child in his arms, he walked down a road more than three meters wide into the valley.

After a while, a thick fog poured out from behind the young man in white, obscuring the newly opened road and making the Grand Canyon as usual again.

After the young man in white walked along the passage for five or six hundred meters, the dense fog in front of him suddenly disappeared without a trace, and was replaced by a cascade of pavilions and buildings, and criss-crossing roads, and occasionally a few men and women dressed like him walked through it. In the midst of this foggy canyon is a hidden town.

"Sun Han, you're back so soon, has your mission been completed? The baby in your hand, where is it, it can't be that you gave birth quietly outside, right? A dark-skinned man of the same age looked at the baby in his arms and asked the young man in white in surprise.

"Fart! What is this called! I want to be born, why are you so sneaky! ”

"I don't know where this kid is, so I picked it up halfway!" The young man known as Sun Han replied.

The swarthy man was surprised: "What!? How did you bring a mortal child back to your family? ”

Sun Han said: "This son is a spiritual root!" Isn't the family going to recruit new apprentices? I met such a child on a barren mountain, who was naked, and who neither cried nor made a fuss. I searched for ten miles, but I didn't find a single figure! But I couldn't bear to leave this son in the barren mountains and mountains, so I brought it back. ”

Hearing this, the swarthy man reached out and touched the slender wrist of the baby who was still sleeping, and after a little thought, he spoke: "It does have a spiritual root, but it seems to be a little miscellaneous, it shouldn't be a very good qualification!" ”

"Hmph, do you think you are a foundation building monk who can see the good or bad of the spiritual root! Okay, I won't say any more, I'll go to the Third Elder, tell him about it, and ask him what to do with the child. After saying this, the young man in white waved his hand at him and walked towards a three-story building.

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Three years later, in a mysterious valley, a child who looked like he was only three years old was whispering to a good-looking woman who looked to be in her forties, slightly chubby.

"Aunt Yun, did Uncle Sun Han bring me back?" The child raised his head, tugged at the sleeve of the woman beside him, and said word by word in a childish voice. He is already fluent in words relative to children of the same age.

"yes. Yun Hao, it's still the name he gave you. ”

She has lived in this valley since she was born, and because she has no "spiritual root", she has become one of the few ordinary mortals in the town, and has never stepped out of this valley. She had been caring for a group of children ranging in age from three to five years since seven or eight years ago until they were sent to the other side of the valley.

Therefore, she has long been accustomed to getting along with those babies who cry all day long.

On this day, at noon, when more than two dozen children were asleep, she took this opportunity to lie down on a chair and close her eyes to recuperate. But to her surprise, Sun Yunhao, who has always been the most obedient and obedient, actually ran over to ask questions.

"Aunt Yun, I've heard others say that there is something called 'Spirit Root', what is it?" Sun Yunhao asked with some curiosity.

She didn't have the habit of sleeping, so she simply put the child on her lap and the two began to chat.

"I don't know. Aunt Yun has only heard that people with spiritual roots are born with them. Those who have spiritual roots can cultivate immortals, and those who do not have spiritual roots will eventually become mortals. Yun Hao, you were born with a natural spiritual root, and when you reach the age of five, the Sun family will naturally send someone to send you to cultivate immortals. Aunt Yun has no spiritual roots, and this life is like this. The woman seemed to be patient, and sighed softly.

Sun Yunhao had heard that he had five spirit roots, so he continued to ask. "What is my Five Spirit Root?"

"Well, I also heard from Lord Sun Han that you are a five-spirit root. As for the meaning, I don't know very well, but when you are a little older, you will understand. The middle-aged woman's voice was soft and patient.

Sun Yunhao asked again, "Aunt Yun, what is the immortal law?" ”

"I don't know, as long as you have a spiritual root, you can cultivate into an immortal and live forever. Moreover, they can also use all kinds of spells, each of which is very powerful! The woman didn't know much about this, so she told everything she knew in a few words, and her tone was full of envy.

"What is this place?" Sun Yunhao changed the topic, no longer mentioning the matter of spiritual roots and cultivation, and instead asked about the things he was most concerned about.