It was night, the full moon was in the sky, and the sky was full of stars.

Xuanling Continent, in the dead of night, it was a peaceful night, but at a certain moment, between the stars, a cloud of colorful light loomed, and suddenly, the colorful light burst into bloom, particularly dazzling, the colorful light came, and the night turned into day at this moment.

On the main road, countless forces such as empires, sects, and families woke up one after another at this moment, and countless powerful breaths leaped up to the sky, looking at the unprovoked changes in the sky, their eyes were delighted.

This is a vision from heaven, and there must be a god or a person of great luck coming, it is a creation!

Colorful light shines on the earth, the land is full of spirits, dead trees are green, winter grass is dark green, a prosperous image, and then after a while, the light disappears, there is no trace, as if it has never appeared, just a dream, the earth is once again shrouded in darkness, and the peace is restored.

Above the sky, the hundreds of figures had not moved, and if there was a light shining on them, they would all be puzzled, this vision was very strange and unpredictable, it did not indicate the direction, and it did not know where it finally belonged.

However, in order to obtain the divine body, even if there is only a 1 in 100 million chance, they will not let it go. As a result, the major forces on the mainland began to get busy, sending countless family forces to search for the area under their jurisdiction, especially the children born tonight, who were the objects of attention, vowing to take the gods or people of great luck who landed this time into their own hands and use them for their own use.

In the blink of an eye, the moon passed, and those empires, sects, and families were already disappointed, and they had not found this celestial who had been born, and only a few people still remembered the earth-shattering scene, and they were busy with it, and most of them were calm and unharmed.

In the Lanyang Empire, in Yunling County, Qingzhou, there are forty or fifty families in ancient deserted villages, with a population of more than 200 people, mud walls and grass huts, which are very backward.

At the head of the village, there is a very tall banyan tree, you have to look up to see its canopy like a big umbrella, even if it is an adult man, it takes six or seven people to hold hands and encircle, the branches are luxuriant, and you can rest in the shade under the tree, there is no light projected down, there are many colored cloth strips on it, some are very old, they are bound before, some are new, they are only tied up for a short time, they are done for the blessing of the local people, and pray for the tree god to bless the safety of the ancient deserted village.

Under the banyan tree, a man leaned on a huge rhizome, about forty-five years old, dressed in a gray cloth robe, with a sallow face, his eyes were very clear, but there was no aura, he was rigid and sluggish, his body was alive, his heart was dead, he was awake and asleep.

"Uncle Chen, Uncle Chen,......" A sixteen or seven-year-old child ran out of the village and town, only to see that his small steps were still a little unstable, stumbling, and his face was full of excitement. When he came to the man's side, the little fart squatted beside the man, and said in a spiritual voice: "I knew you were coming down to the tree god again!"

This man is Haochen, he thought that this life had ended, it turned out that it had just begun, he never imagined that he would borrow the corpse to return his soul, take it and be reborn, survive, and come to this exotic time and space.

At the same time, he has fused the memories of the original owner of this body, compared to it, his own experience is somewhat similar to the original owner, but if it is miserable, how can Haochen compare with it.

With the blood of the Divine Emperor being drained and his lifespan lost for nearly thirty years, his father was worried that his cultivation would insult his reputation, and it was not as good as killing him as fast as a tiger, and his mother ran to other places for him to live longer, planning for the interests of the family, but he still couldn't escape the shackles of fate, and his soul died, and in the end, he didn't know what happened? Haochen took his body, and he died Haochen.

Haochen didn't care about the child's words, his eyes glanced at the child without any emotion, and then continued to fix his eyes in the distance, not knowing whether he was looking at the distant sky or thinking about something. The child didn't care about Haochen's movements, he wasn't angry, he was used to Haochen's movements.

Since Haochen was rescued from the barren forest two months ago, his eyes are so cold to anyone, there is no emotion at all, even if his life-saving benefactor has never said thank you, even if other children bully and abuse, he is not angry.

The child's eyes were very smart, his eyes rolled at Haochen's chatter, thinking to himself, and after a while, he fell asleep on Haochen with his eyes closed, and the villagers passing by on the road saw this scene, smiled and shook their heads and left, although the village and town were a little backward, but there was no end to one mouth.

At about noon, a middle-aged man's voice came from afar: "Ranran, ask your Uncle Chen to come back for dinner together!" The child woke up, then pulled Haochen's wrist, and said in a small mouth: "Uncle Chen, go back to dinner!" Haochen was dragged home by the child like a puppet.

"Brother Haochen, come, eat more, you are very weak now, this is the mountain beast that everyone hunted in the mountains this morning, but it is fresh!" said to Benchen a middle-aged man in a wolfskin jacket.

This person is the person who saved Haochen, his name was changed to Chang Shan, he is the hunting captain of the ancient deserted village, because of the practice of the secret method left by the ancestors of the ancient deserted village, the reality is the double master of the earth and heaven realm, and he can tear the fierce wolf with his bare hands.

"Daddy, I want it too, I want it too!" The child is Chang Shan's child: Chang Ran. Chang Shan smiled gently, and sat on his lap with Chang Ran in his arms, the muscles on his arms were hideously bulging, like intertwined iron bars, Chang Shan fed Chang Ran a mouthful of mountain beast meat: "Fragrant or not!" Chang Ran said happily: "Fragrant!" Chang Ran swallowed the mountain beast meat and asked: "Father, when will my mother come back from my grandfather's house?" Chang Shan said: "As long as Ran Ran cultivates well, my mother will come back soon!" Chang Ran said: "Well, I must cultivate well!" ......

After the meal, Haochen also returned to the big banyan tree, as for what the food tasted and how he finished it, he didn't know, and he didn't know what he saw when he looked at the distant mountain peaks......

"Brother, why do you have to be so persistent? Eighteen years later, you are a good man again, with me by your side, you will not be lonely!" Haochen muttered in his heart, although he dominated this body, but the original owner still had residual thoughts to interfere with him, and fiercely fought against him, of course, it was not to fight for the domination of the body, but to let Haochen work hard to live, avenge the injustice he had suffered, and prayed greatly.

"Brother, why bother, when is the time to repay wrongs? Good and evil must have an end in the end, it's not that they don't want to be repaid, the time has not yet come, I believe their end will be very miserable!" It's just that although Haochen said it easily, his heart was also full of anger and killing intent for the injustice that this person encountered.

When he was seven years old, he was drained of the blood of the God Emperor, the age of a child, but the body and skin were judged to be thirty years old, his father could not tolerate him, the family could not tolerate him, and he wanted to kill him quickly, his mother was in a foreign country, and he did not know whether he was alive or dead, how could this hatred be forgotten, and this hatred would be washed in blood.

It's just that Haochen doesn't have the idea of living in his heart, the intrigue in the world is too dark, the brother's shot shattered his desire to live, he wants to end it quickly, forget the past, and start from scratch, just want to be an ordinary person in the next life, no calculation, no fighting.

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