There are countless dimensional universes in the endless expanse, connected together like bubbles, and in the middle of countless dimensional universes there is a huge and boundless plane, which is the origin of all cosmic space life.

The Origin Plane has an extremely vast space, and no one can walk through the entire plane in legends, even the most powerful cultivators, maybe only the legendary gods know how big this plane is.

The Origin Plane is divided into three realms: humans, gods, and ghosts, and the Divine Realm is the southernmost and high, disdainful of interfering in the affairs of other realms, they consider themselves to be the gods of the entire plane, and the existence of the ruling plane.

The human world is in the middle, the land is vast and rich, and there are countless large and small countries and sects of different strengths and weaknesses. People are the spirits of all things, there are mortals and monks, they can become immortals through their own cultivation, all kinds of immortal cultivation sects are blooming, and it is said that cultivating to the extreme can kill gods.

The ghost world is the northernmost place, and the middle of the endless sea of suffering is the place of destination, and the ghost emperor is the lord of the ghost world, controlling the entire ghost world, and is one of the most powerful existences in the world.

There is a small country in the southern part of the human realm called Weiguo. Since the founding monarch founded a large territory 500 years ago, there has been constant friction with neighboring countries, and countless battles have been fought large and small. This is the case in the mortal world, and the same is true in the cultivation realm, there are many large and small sects in the patriotic country, and there are also frictions with the sects of the surrounding countries from time to time, often setting off bloody storms and rains.

In the south of Weiguo, a small mountain village in Hehua Prefecture.

A group of hideous-looking mountain bandits roared away on horseback, carrying countless goods and food on their backs, and even a few mountain bandits, with a few struggling women in their arms.

A boy of about ten years old trembled and hid on a stack of wheat straw in the courtyard wall, shivering and secretly looking at the departing mountain bandits, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, those mountain bandits would come to the village every once in a while to plunder, but this time fortunately did not enter his home.

One day five years later, the fair-eyed young man was lying on a bench in the yard, holding a jar of wine stolen from Lao Li Tou's house next door in his left hand, looking at the peach blossoms blooming in the yard, taking a sip from time to time, and lying on the bench leisurely and swaying.

His name is Xia Dayu, his father is a scholar, and when he named him, he took the first word of majestic and cosmic desolation, hoping that he would be broad-minded and ambitious in the future. It's a pity that Xia Dayu's mother died when he was five years old, and his father was an unambitious talent, and he died of depression when Xia Dayu was twelve years old after repeatedly failing in the exam, leaving only the young Xia Dayu. Fortunately, my father has always been more popular in the village, often helping the villagers, and teaching them all children to read and write, so the villagers in the village affectionately call him Mr. Xia and respect him very much. After his death, Xia Dayu grew up eating hundreds of meals with the help of kind and simple villagers.

Until today, Xia Dayu went to burn paper for his father, who had been gone for three years, put incense on it, and returned home alone, thinking about his father's appearance that had been blurred in his memory, drinking wine alone, but also leisurely.

"Stinky boy, did you steal my wine?"

Just when Xia Dayu was about to fall asleep comfortably, there was a loud shout from outside the courtyard door, and he didn't have to look up, he knew that it was Lao Li Tou next door who had found it when he heard the sound.

I saw Xia Dayu bounce up from the recliner all of a sudden, ran into the house with a cigarette from the wine jar, and then directly locked the door from the inside, leaving only the old Li Tou who was standing in the yard scolding.

"Stinky boy, don't let me catch you, or I'll break your legs, don't want to come to my house for dinner today, I won't give you food when I come, you can go to someone else's house." Lao Li scolded and left Xia Dayu's courtyard.

Xia Dayu secretly leaned on the window and looked out, and after seeing that Lao Li Tou had left his house, he opened the door with a smile and lay down on the recliner again. He doesn't worry that he won't have anything to eat at noon, he can eat no matter who he goes to, Lao Li Tou has a knife mouth and a tofu heart, and he has stolen his wine many times, but no matter when Lao Li Tou has never beaten him, and as long as he goes to Lao Li Tou's house, he will eat a big bowl full of fragrant meals, even if there is not much rice, Lao Li Tou's wife will make him another bowl.

At noon, Xia Dayu felt a little hungry, so he ran to Lao Li Tou's house, at this time Lao Li Tou was adding firewood to the stove, choking tears, and the aroma of stewed meat wafted out from the cauldron, which made Xia Dayu's greedy drool.

"Old Li, I'll help you light the fire. Xia Dayu shouted.

"Stinky boy, are you hungry, sit on the side, and I'll call you when the meal is ready." Lao Li Tou saw Xia Dayu coming over with a cheeky smile, and couldn't help but smile and beckoned him to sit down.

"Old Litou, your stewed meat is so fragrant. Xia Dayu flattered awkwardly.

"Don't say good things, the meat in the pot must have your share, you kid just steal less of my wine in the future, I really don't know why you love to drink so much." Lao Li Tou shook his head and said with a smile.

"Hehe, what my father said, wine is grain essence, drinking it is good for the body, you see, the rice we usually eat, made into wine, then drinking wine is not equivalent to eating rice, there is no difference, and the wine is delicious, the more you drink, the better it is, why don't you give me all the wine in your wine cellar, you are older, drink less." Xia Dayu said with a grin.

"Fuck off, why don't you drink a lot, you know the idea of beating me every day, is it easy for me to save some wine for so many years, I was going to keep it for when I married my daughter, but it's a pity......" Lao Li Tou was in tears when he said this, I don't know if it was smoked or because he missed his daughter.

Xia Dayu didn't speak, he knew that Lao Li Tou's daughter was intercepted by the mountain bandits a few years ago, and there has been no news since then, and he doesn't know whether he is dead or alive.

"Old Litou, don't worry, when I grow up and learn the skills, I will snatch your daughter back. Xia Dayu was silent for a while, and said with an oath.

"Okay, as long as you kid is safe, I don't have a son, your father left early, you are like my own son, my wife and I don't ask you how much you can do, just be stronger than your father, and in the future, you will have a fame, and you will not have to worry about eating and drinking, so that my old couple can leave with peace of mind." Alas, by the way, have you read the book your father left you?" asked Lao Li Tou.

Xia Dayu smiled and didn't speak, Lao Li Tou knew that he must not have looked, but he couldn't control the child, so he could only let him go.

After a while, the meat was cooked, and Lao Li Tou filled Xia Dayu with a big bowl of meat, and brought him two wowotou, but he and his wife had more soup and less meat in their bowls.

"Eat more, now is the time for you to grow your body. Lao Li said with a smile.

"You gave me all the meat, can you eat enough?" Xia Dayu said with a frown.

"Don't worry about me, we're old, drink more soup to nourish our bodies, you're different, you should eat more meat, eat enough, eat quickly." After Lao Li Tou finished speaking, he picked up the bowl and drank it.

Xia Dayu took a bite of the nest head fiercely, grabbed another piece of meat and ate it. As the saying goes, half the size eats Lao Tzu to death, and not long after, the two wowotou and a big bowl of meat were eaten by Xia Dayu into his stomach.

Xia Dayu put the bowl on the table, caught a glimpse of the little firewood left near the stove, and said, "Old Li Tou, I'll go to the mountains to chop some firewood in a while, and then see if I can pick some mushrooms." ”

"Okay, go ahead, be careful. Lao Li said while eating.

Xia Dayu returned to his house, took an old sickle and a rope and left the village and went up the mountain.

He came to the mountain, and as he walked, he searched for the dead branches, and after two hours he had cut a bundle full of firewood, and as he was about to go back with the firewood on his back, he suddenly smelled a strange aroma.

The fragrance was like the fragrance of peach blossoms in the courtyard, and it was also like the fragrance of wild fruits in the mountains, which made Xia Dayu's saliva flow down. He touched his rumbling belly and followed the scent.

I don't know how long I walked, I saw that the fragrance was getting stronger and stronger, Xia Dayu was overjoyed, walked forward quickly, and after walking for a long time, I saw a stream appear in the valley, the bushes beside the stream were overgrown, birds and small beasts abounded, and it was beautiful.

Xia Dayu walked quickly to the stream, picked up the stream and drank two large sips, then raised his head but was attracted by the scene in front of him.

I saw a flock of little squirrels and a few birds circling around a bush with a white fruit growing from which the strange fragrance came from.