Outside the imperial capital, the barren mountains suddenly began to shake.

Fortunately, it was already dawn, and the villagers in the small village at the foot of the mountain who had just woken up from their dreams shouted in terror, knocked on the doors one by one, and then ran out of their homes.

Those who wanted to return and take the money were stopped by those who were still sane and calm.

In the light of a finger on the horizon, the barren mountains began to collapse, and the billowing smoke and dust heralded the inexplicable natural disaster that was coming.

And at the center of this natural disaster is a teenager whose clothes have long been bursting.

Ahhh

He let out a beast-like roar, his five fingers stretched out in pain, but each finger was wrapped with countless thin strips of deep purple secret lightning.

One part of the true qi in the body is two, and half of it is scorched like fire, and it is as cold as ice.

Half exposed to gold, half immersed in gloom.

The vast ocean had just parted, and it couldn't wait to start spinning, and there was no need to rush it.

However, this step is an extremely difficult step for the Grandmaster Consummation who wants to break through the retreat, because they need to use their own will, their true qi in their bodies, and even external objects to stimulate the rotation of yin and yang that has been formed so hard.

If it fails, then the yin and yang will merge again, and the vitality will be greatly damaged, and it will take at least a few months of meditation and conditioning to recover.

However, the huge yin and yang formed in Xia Ren's body seemed to be completely impatient, as if it was rushing to the scene and taking the form, spinning rapidly.

Suddenly, between the yin and yang, a unique internal qi was born.

A self-evident message suddenly appeared in his mind.

Strange gas: Yellow Spring.

This wisp of breath had just appeared, and it dissipated in an instant, as if it had never existed, and I didn't know how to mobilize and use it.

In just over ten minutes, Xia Ren had been forcibly broken through to the realm of the Great Grandmaster of the human race.

And at this time, all the roaring and fury suddenly subsided.

His clothes had already turned into powder in this natural disaster, and the whole person fell in the middle of a huge pit, gasping for breath, sweat beads like torrential rain, sliding down his cheeks, and his face flickered brightly and darkly, suddenly like a fire field, suddenly like an abyss of ice.

The crater stretches for nearly a few kilometers, the pinnacles at the edge are still crumbling, and the mountain is beginning to crack.

However, this extremely fast landslide and shaking could not make Xia Ren look up to take a look.

Even at this time, he was buried by the rocks, and he would not take a look.

There was nothing left in the world to distract him.

Because all his souls were drawn into this sudden stillness.

He didn't have to wait long.

Soon a crimson in front of the retina of the pupil unfolded in a simple form in the pale flame.

"Camp forced selection... Forced Selection... After 10 seconds, if the host does not actively choose, it will enter the immediate faction. ”

"Ten, nine, eight, seven..."

The countdown is not fast, nor is it slow.

But in the meantime, for Xia Ren, it is like a year.

"What should I do, do you want to choose the Yang Demon?" he asked himself hurriedly, but his full image of the Yang Demon was still in the sharp-mouthed and long-clawed monster that Xia Shihua had turned into on the Xia Family's Poetry Heart Island, as well as the changes in Murong Han of the Immortal Palace when he was dying, and finally the "law enforcer" who was all over the mountains in the Nightmare Chess.

Myself... What is the relationship between himself and the Yang Demon?

What's more, if you choose the Yang Demon, then the energy points required to cultivate the human martial arts will be doubled...

"But since Crimson is so determined, there must be a reason for it. ”

"Believe in the system, or do you start from the reality of the moment?"

"Three... Two..."

Xia Ren no longer hesitated, he had already made a decision.

"Random faction selection!"

In the crimson, a huge wheel suddenly appeared, engraved with a vermilion yang demon, a miserable white yin ghost, and a peaceful human being, and the three camps occupied the wheel equally.

At the very moment when he made his decision, the wheel spun out of thin air.

Xia Ren stared at it intently, this feeling was very strange and uncomfortable, because he felt as if he was being controlled by something, even if the choice of the camp could only be left to the sky, and he could not be autonomous.

Crimson... What is it?

His doubts didn't last long.

The huge wheel had settled, sliding gently past the edge of the Yang Demon, but it swung back and forth at the very end, and finally crossed the Yin Demon and froze in the human camp.

"Human camp?" Xia Ren breathed a sigh of relief, as far as psychological expectations were concerned, this result was still satisfactory to him.

At the same time, his energy points also rose sharply to 22 units.

"Is it over?"

Zziz...

There were strange sounds in the air, and a thought of loss arose in his mind, as if he had forgotten something important.

"What did you forget?" Xia Ren frowned, he didn't know that the forced correction of the camp had made him no longer remember the younger brother he used to be, the younger brother named Word.

The world didn't give him much time to think, and faction selection seemed to be a mandatory prerequisite.

The morning light between heaven and earth suddenly disappeared.

All the noise of time is gone.

He suddenly felt the yin and yang in all things, from the dust ants to the mountains, rivers, the sun and the moon, these yin and yang began to converge and gradually turned into a mountain that seemed impossible to climb.

And before this high mountain, he seemed extremely small.

The unity of heaven and man can be said to be a realm, but at this time, it is a fatal thing for Xia Ren.

How vast is the will of heaven, how small is the will of man, the two are blended, if you want to get along with each other, the problem is not heaven, but man.

Let me ask, in this vicissitudes of life, between the infinite changes of the sun and the moon, what is still a person as small as an ant, who can persevere, or firmly believe that it is eternal?

Is it love? But the white clouds and dogs, in an instant, the sea withered into mulberry fields, and the red face of the past has become a white bone, where does love come from?

Is it wealth, or power?

No matter what it is, in the face of the vast years, between the infinite heaven and the earth, it is insignificant.

Xia Ren frowned, constantly torturing his heart, running wildly on this road that seemed to never see the end and could not look back to see the starting point.

However, this road is not only the road of heaven and earth, but also the path of one's own heart.

If you can't find the answer, you'll never get out.

In a mountain villa nearly a thousand miles away from the barren mountain, a middle-aged man in a white robe with compassionate eyes was watering a black and white flower in front of him.

The name of the flower is fleeting, and the morning is born and died, and the spring and autumn are not distinguished.

He suddenly felt something in his heart, and a trace of joy appeared in his pupils, and he looked into the distance: "There are people who are breaking through the realm of legends?! This world is strange, if you can really be promoted, wouldn't it be a step to the sky?!"

He put down the kettle in his hand, wandered back and forth for a few steps, clapped his hands and said, "No, breaking through the legend is too dangerous, and this is far from being controlled by strength." The key to breaking through the legend lies in your own heart!"

"If you are not careful, it will be an abyss, and you will never recover!"

"I need to help him! at least see what he looks like, and maybe one day we can help him!"

As soon as the thought was born, the white-robed middle-aged man no longer hesitated, turned around and stepped into the air, heading in the direction of the breath.

However, as soon as he took off, a disciple shouted on the ground, "Master, the little junior sister who fits with the Blue Dragon Glaive has already been brought, where are you going..."

This can't help but make him not anxious, once the white-robed middle-aged man feels something, it is possible to go out for a few months or even more years, but it is rare to have a little junior sister, he doesn't want to enter the door of several other owners.

The white-robed middle-aged man looked into the distance, his eyebrows were burning, and he said angrily, "Don't rush!

Only the disciple was left to sit helplessly on the ground, sighing, "It's over... The last time I went out, I also said that I would go and come back, but it turned out to be nine months!"

The whiskered flowers beside him withered in the wind, turned into gray smoke, and were never seen again. 10