The old patriarch looked at the ancient genealogy in his hand, and slowly told Xiao Junhao about it, and there was always a faint and kind smile on his old face, as if he was telling a story that made him extremely proud.

"Patriarch Grandpa, who are the immortals? is there any difference between us and us?" Xiao Junhao asked suspiciously, dragging his cute little face with his two little hands.

"Hehe! Immortals, just like us, but different, they look like us, but they are very powerful, they can fly to the sky, they can move mountains and reclaim the sea, and they can even break the sky," the old patriarch said with a smile.

"Patriarch Grandpa, what other mountains and seas do you say, what do they look like?"

When the old patriarch heard this, he touched Xiao Junhao's little head, his old face throbbed for a while, and his eyes were faintly moist......

"They are very big, very big, too big to be imagined, but at the same time, they are also very beautiful, and they give birth to many, wonderful creatures, but on the other side of their beauty, there are still many dangers," said the old patriarch with a sigh.

"Grandpa the patriarch, why can the immortals fly so powerful, but we can't? Didn't you say that the immortals are the same as us?"

Xiao Junhao was a little fascinated when he listened, the more he listened, the more he wanted to know the beauty of heaven and earth, mountains and seas that the patriarch grandfather said, and wanted to know what the world was like, but his eyes ......

"Because we are mortals, we can't, but immortals can cultivate, so we can be so powerful," the old patriarch said faintly.

"Then why can immortals cultivate, but we can't? Aren't we all human?" Xiao Junhao asked innocently.

"Hehe, of course, in fact, those immortals have also cultivated from mortals to immortals, but mortals have to cultivate, but it is too difficult, if you are not careful, you will die, and moreover, it will affect your family, and even, the clansmen."

The old patriarch paused, and then said, "If you don't have a strong will and extraordinary wisdom, it will be difficult to embark on the path of cultivation."

"Is it really so difficult for mortals to cultivate?" Xiao Junhao muttered quietly, falling into a brief contemplation.

"Hehe, child, what are you thinking? Although mortal cultivation is difficult, it is not that no one has ever succeeded" The old patriarch saw that Xiao Junhao was speechless in thought, so he continued.

When Xiao Junhao heard this, he immediately came to his senses again, and then said excitedly: "Really? Patriarch Grandpa, has anyone really succeeded in cultivating? Who is that person? Is he amazing?"

"Hehe! Didn't Grandpa say before, there is such a person among us mortals who dares to argue with the immortals, although he can also fly away from the sky and move mountains and reclaim the sea, but in the end, he provoked people who should not be provoked, and was trapped and killed by several immortals together, and moreover, it also affected his people......"

The old patriarch said, his face disappointed.

"Ahh

"Alas! yes! He is dead, no matter how powerful his cultivation is, it is impossible to be invincible in the world, child, this is the life of mortals, therefore, we mortals are born the weakest, and we can only resign ourselves to fate!"

The old patriarch sighed and said.

"Resign yourself to fate? Is this really the case? Why do we mortals have to accept our fate? Why are we so weak? Patriarch Grandpa, is there really no other way out?" Xiao Junhao raised his head, feeling the breath of the old patriarch, and couldn't help asking.

"There are other ways out, it's not nothing, it's just that it's too difficult to do, it's equivalent to nothing, child, grandpa knows your mind, and understands your unwillingness, but our clan has declined, and we have no ability to help you do something."

"However, what Grandpa wants to tell you is that although you can't see with your eyes, you can hear with your ears, see with your heart, and perceive this world with your soul.

The old patriarch said earnestly.

"Listen, heart, eye, soul perception?" Xiao Junhao asked suspiciously.

"Yes, I remember that there was a cultivator who came to our tribe before, and he said: People have no eyes to use their hearts, and their hearts reach heaven and earth, and all things have spirits.

The old patriarch stroked his gray beard and said reminiscingly.

"Intentions, thoughts, patriarch grandfathers, I know intentions, but what is intentions? Is it what you think?" Xiao Junhao scratched his head and asked.

"Hehe! Yes, Xiao Junhao is really smart, so you can try this method in the future to perceive everything in the outside world, maybe, one day, you will have a harvest?" said the old patriarch with a smile.

"Well, I know the patriarch grandfather, I will do it seriously, thank you patriarch grandfather" Xiao Junhao agreed seriously.

"Hehe! Okay, good, what a good boy, grandpa wants you to live happily, come, get up, kid, let's talk about it this time, grandpa will send you back, don't let your mother wait in a hurry"

"Well, let's go back!"

The old patriarch took Xiao Junhao's hand and sent him back, along the way, Xiao Junhao was very happy and excited, because, today he found his own fun, not so much fun, but rather, found a guiding light, out of the dark cage.

In the early morning of the next day, the rising sun was still dazzling and brilliant, and the people of the eastern tribe got up early in the morning and began to be busy, although the number of the whole tribe was not very large, but it still showed a thriving life.

"Mother, can you help me find a clean stone? I want to sit by myself for a while."

After breakfast, Murong Xue took Xiao Junhao's hand and walked outside, remembering what the old patriarch of the ancestral house had said yesterday, Xiao Junhao had an idea, so he asked Murong Xue.

"Child, what's wrong with you? Are you unhappy again?" Murong Xue heard this, her heart tightened, and she hurriedly asked. What Murong Xue is most afraid of is that Xiao Junhao is unhappy, because it also tightly tugs at Murong Xue's heartstrings.

"Mother, I'm not unhappy, really, I just want to find a place to sit quietly for a while, okay" Xiao Junhao raised his little head and shook Murong Xue's arm and said.

"Alas, okay, come on, sit there! There's a big bluestone there, it's relatively clean, my mother is watching you from the side" Murong Xue sighed helplessly and said.

"Hehe, thank you," Xiao Junhao smiled happily.

Xiao Junhao sat on the bluestone, just sitting quietly, he listened very carefully to everything in the outside world, the sound of insects, the sound of birds, and the shaking of leaves......

At the beginning, Xiao Junhao didn't feel anything, just like what he usually heard, ordinary.

With the extension of time, Xiao Junhao sat there quietly, and gradually began to enter a state, a state of emptiness and mystery, and only after meditating for a long time and having no distractions will he enter this state.

Xiao Junhao felt and listened with his heart, he released all his mind and mental power, and integrated all of them into the world of that artistic conception.

At this time, Xiao Junhao's immature little face showed a faint smile, because he felt it and heard it, and he succeeded in it......

A wonderful world appeared in Xiao Junhao's perceptual conception, the sound of insects was becoming clearer and clearer, as if they were communicating with their own kind, the sound of plants and trees struggling to thrive, and the sound of breathing between heaven and earth......

All the breath of life around Xiao Junhao's body, or natural elements, are intentionally or unintentionally catering to his artistic conception, and he himself is gradually integrating his own artistic conception into this world, and then better perceive all life.

Just when Xiao Junhao was immersed in his artistic conception world, white rays of light converged from around his body one after another, and slowly swam towards Xiao Junhao......