The Heavenly Void Continent, the clouds and mist above the sky, there is a sense of illusory, the law of nature seems to be natural, and a faint little light is sprinkled in the world from it, giving birth to the creation of all things.

People on the mainland advocate martial arts, and those who practice martial arts can absorb the aura of heaven and earth, operate and practice, enjoy the creation of heaven and earth, and receive the glory of the sun and the moon. There are powerful people, and they can even soar through the clouds and fog, split mountains and reclaim the sea, and can do anything. Cultivating to the highest realm, you can fly to the immortal realm, enjoy eternal life, be worshiped by mortals, become an immortal, and incarnate as a god of war with the ability to penetrate the heavens and the earth.

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The scorching sun is like a fire, the blazing sun is pouring down between the mountains through the clouds, a boy in a cloth dress sits cross-legged on the top of the mountain, the sun reflects on his face, although the immature cheeks look very fair and beautiful, the naturally formed soft eyebrows, a pair of clear and agile eyes, soft and black long hair, red lips and white teeth, like a porcelain doll carved in pink and jade, as lovable. But at this time, the beautiful boy closed his eyes tightly, his brow furrowed, as if he ignored the hot temperature in the air, and his body exuded an astonishing chill, and the flowers and plants around him were covered with a thick layer of hoarfrost, withering and dying.

With the passage of time, the surrounding hoarfrost actually faintly spread, just as the boy's little face became more and more pale, a slender figure appeared silently behind him, a pair of jade-like white palms slowly attached to the boy's forehead, the palm was slightly bent, and then a terrifying suction was sent out from it, and the hoarfrost caused by the cold around the boy also slowly faded, looking at the boy's gradually relieved face, the figure seemed to sigh, stroked the boy's soft hair, then turned into light smoke and disappeared between the mountains, if someone passed by here, they would be surprised to find that the figure was obviously in the sun, but his face seemed to be covered with a veil, and he couldn't see clearly.

I don't know how long it took, the boy lying on the ground as if he was asleep slowly opened his eyes, as if he was used to fainting, he did not show a surprised look, but immediately sat up and felt the meridians in his body, the little face with a little expectation gradually turned into disappointment, he did not feel the qi flu that the elders told about shuttling in the meridians, nor did he see the so-called heaven and earth aura.

When a martial artist initially steps into the path of cultivation, the first thing he must learn is to feel the aura of heaven and earth around him, so that he can absorb the power and cultivation that can be transformed into his own body. And the strength of perception depends on the individual's talent, generally the meridians are unblocked, the time to perceive the aura of heaven and earth will not be too long, Ling Soul in the village has let the elders test their cultivation talent, and the result is that he has a wide range of veins in his body, and his roots and bones are wonderful, and he is known as a rare first day in the village, but because he can't feel the aura of heaven and earth for some reason, he has fallen into the situation of still an ordinary person.

Ling Soul stood up with a sad face, patted the dust on his buttocks and walked down the mountain, most of the children of his age in the village had entered the second level of qi cultivation at this time, and even more entered the realm of triple to quadruple, but he was still standing still, not to mention the heavy practice of qi, he couldn't even touch the edge of the aura, how could he cultivate? Whenever he entered the state of meditation, his body seemed to become extremely cold, as if there was a layer of cold qi around him to prevent him from feeling the existence of the aura of heaven and earth.

Thinking wildly, the soul has unconsciously walked to the bottom of the mountain, the first thing that catches his eye is a crystal clear stream, the fish in the stream from time to time show their heads and float on the river to play, the sun shines on the fish scales There is a sense of magnificence, this is not an ordinary small fish, this is the herring fish raised by the elders in the village, it is said that if you can eat a delicious herring fish every day, it will imperceptibly affect people's cultivation, enhance the efficiency of cultivation, and it is a very cherished xenomorph creature.

Stepping on the small wooden bridge, Ling Soul shook his cute little head, as if he wanted to throw out all his troubles, and glanced sideways at the huge stone tablet standing in the stream, the stone tablet was black all over, only the three big characters of "Ling's Village" on it were white and dazzling, whenever Ling Soul came back from the mountain, he would be attracted by this huge stone tablet, so he used to sit on the stone tablet to play, until he came into contact with cultivation and gradually changed this habit. Forcibly moving his gaze back, Ling Soul slowly pushed open the door of Ling Village.

"The little soul is back, is there anything interesting for Auntie to show today. A plainly dressed middle-aged woman asked with a small wooden basin and a smile at Ling Ling, who had just entered the village.

"Third aunt, don't laugh at me, I'm not a child anymore. Ling Soul frowned in dissatisfaction with a cute little brow.

"Okay, good, good, our little soul is already a mature adult. Ling Soul listened to the woman's doting tone, although he was a little dissatisfied, but his heart was warm, his inability to cultivate was a thing that everyone knew, but the people in the village did not treat him coldly because of this, but cared about him as always, loved him, if there were children in the village who bullied him because of this, the elders would even come forward to help him teach each other a lesson, but they were all petty fights, which was not really angry. Everything about him was given by the people in the village, even his name was given by the elders when he was six years old, Ling Soul, is the meaning of the soul of the Ling family, although this is what the village once expected of him, but it still does not affect his gratitude and love for everyone, and he believes that sooner or later, he will find a way to cultivate, and then he can truly live up to his name and become the pride of the Ling Clan, the soul of the Ling Clan.

After saying goodbye to the third aunt, Ling Soul met some elders on the road, and after saying hello one by one, he finally returned to his home.

"Dad, mother, I'm back. Lingsoul pushed open the door and shouted.

Seeing that no one responded, Ling Soul went to the pot to fill a bowl of porridge by himself, and every day he would go to the top of the sub-mountain outside the village to cultivate, not only to hone his body, but also to use the scorching sun on the peak to dispel the cold in his body, although it didn't seem to be of any use, so there would be no one at home occasionally, and Ling Soul's parents cultivated around the eightfold cultivation of qi, and they were not very strong in the village. But for some reason, the elders in the village always came to his parents from time to time, and they didn't know what they wanted to ask. Whenever Ling Soul returned from his cultivation in the mountains, his mother would always leave a piece of food for him, regardless of whether there was anyone in the family or not.

Drinking porridge, Ling Soul took a pickle and chewed it in his mouth, Ben's stretched brow furrowed slightly, and when there was no one at home, he would think for himself. Ling Soul seems to be different from other children in the village since he was born, because Ling Clan Village is in a place where the essence gathers, affected by the sun, most of the skin is bronze, and there is a red mark at the center of the eyebrows, but Ling Soul is an ordinary person who can't cultivate, wandering between the mountains all day long, feeling the most blazing yang energy, but the skin color has not changed at all, and the forehead is as smooth as jade without the slightest trace of shadow.

After eating, the soul sat on the bed and crossed his legs, the best way for the warrior to feel the aura of heaven and earth is to enter the meditation state, and after a while, the soul entered the meditation state as if it was selfless, and entered the meditation state in such a short period of time, even if it was placed in the strong and prosperous city, it was also an extremely rare existence. Just when a little light slowly condensed next to Ling Soul, an astonishing chill suddenly appeared in his body and directly dispersed these just gathered heaven and earth aura into nothingness, but Ling Soul obviously did not perceive the existence of this power, he was still trying to feel the aura, and the scene just now was constantly repeating, and the cold qi dispersed the aura around Ling Soul again and again, not allowing these heaven and earth aura to enter Ling Soul's side at all.

Just when Ling Soul felt that his body seemed to be uncontrollable again, he hurriedly withdrew from the meditative state, and whenever he was in the sunniest place in the depths of the mountain, he dared to feel a little longer, and saw a thin layer of frost condensed on the ground, and Ling Soul hit the ground with an angry punch, ignoring the blood red on Bai Nen's little hand, he just punched the ground with one punch after another.

Could it be that he really doesn't have the talent for cultivation? In this world where the strong are respected, does he want to live behind his elders for the rest of his life and be a simple, mediocre ordinary person. He is not reconciled, there are regulations in the village, the villagers are not allowed to go out to the outside world if they do not exceed the fivefold cultivation of qi, they can only find some interesting things in the surrounding mountains, anyway, the land of Ling's village is enough to be self-sufficient, plus some small beasts in the mountains, they are also free. But how can young people born in this small village since childhood not yearn for the life of the outside world, it is said that there is a real power that penetrates the heavens and the earth, and it is the dream of every young person to learn from a teacher, obtain a strange fate, and become a strong person in the world.

If one day, he can fly through the clouds and fog and wave his hand, and the sky will fall apart, then he can protect everyone by himself instead of being maintained by others everywhere, as fragile as a weak little girl. How nice it would be if one day, the proud eyes of the grandparents, uncles and aunts in the village bloom for him.

Ling Ling's eyes were a little dim, and just as he was silently about to put away the dishes and chopsticks, there were bursts of footsteps outside the house, and then the door was pushed open, "Mother." Ling Soul looked at the middle-aged beauty standing in front of the door, the person who came was dressed in cloth, although the skin was not fair, but the luster was translucent, and the pair of tender eyes under the willow eyebrows made it look mature and beautiful, but the slight folds under the corners of the eyes showed that she was not as young as she appeared.

"Little soul. An unconcealable smile appeared on the woman's beautiful cheeks, "Do you want to cultivate?"