January 7, 3684, night in the snowy west,

The reddish sun adds a touch of color to the sunny day, a young man stands on the edge of the lake, his eyes closed, he has been standing for two hours, but he can't find even a feeling, even a slight, he walks slowly to the lake, when he reaches the lake, one foot on the water, a faint ripple, then calms down, slowly towards the center of the lake, he does not sink, but his feet on the surface of the lake as if flat. If this situation is seen by a master who has lived in seclusion for many years, he will definitely say: "This son has a very high understanding!"

Haotian muttered: "What is the Tao! Life and death, immortality, immortality." It seems to remember the feeling of being almost killed by the thunderstorm a few days ago: "Since people want to die, why do they still have to cultivate immortals!**, happy, sad, sad, why do you want to quit all these in order to cultivate immortals, why, why, what is the Tao!." The more Haotian spoke, the more excited he became, and he sank to the bottom of the lake carelessly, Haotian didn't struggle, didn't resist death, he seemed to have found his feelings. Haotian read in his heart: "Dao! Feel free and have no desires, and your heart is happy and happy." The years are merciless and rainy, and the joy is in the center. I've come to my senses!" Haotian sat on the bottom of the lake, and he didn't know how long it had been.

Wonderful changes are happening out there. Everything revives and continues to fall, spring rain moistens the earth, I don't know how long it took, the scorching sun and summer began, I know that I kept screaming, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle, and three years have passed in a blink of an eye.

Star-Moon Empire, January 7, 3687, early spring,

The area of the Xingyue Empire has expanded by a small territory, and the Piaoxiang Country has been attacked by the Divine Warrior Army led by Xi Wenhong, and Wuji Huayu is also very happy, and he has crowned the Divine Governor of Xiwenhong, and the Piaoxiang Country is guarded by Xi Wenhong, and 10,000 pieces of purple gold are equivalent to 100,000 copper coins from the treasury. On the other hand, Wu Qingshui and Wu Qingyu had returned to Wuji City two years ago, and they were naturally left behind by Wu Xiong for many days, and then they went back to the Ethereal Peak Xiaoyao Sect to retreat, one was to prepare for the sect competition, and the other was to avoid his father's nagging, of course, Wu Qingshui didn't think much, just thinking about where the abandoned child was?

In the western part of the snowy region at night, a calm lake was like a bright mirror, but after 2 seconds, this "mirror" was shattered by a loud noise and the dense fog was shattered, and the water splashed into the sky, and the water droplets splashed everywhere and smashed on the tender grass slope by the lake, stirring up a string of water columns, and a young man flew out of the water column! Flew directly on the lawn, and did not say that he just felt the pain of a headache, as if someone had torn his soul in his head, the young man covered his head with both hands and shouted to the sky: "Ah!" This young man is the twelve-year-old Haotian, the twelve-year-old is already one meter six, and there is a hint of maturity on his delicate face. After half an hour, Haotian seemed to have adapted to this pain, his clothes had already been torn, revealing his muscular chest, his brows were furrowed to form the word "Chuan", his eyes were a little red, and his expression was very painful.

Haotian gritted his teeth and said: "It seems that I have approached you, rest assured that "you" are holding back like this, and I will let you out to play in two days." As he spoke, he walked aimlessly, and at this time he didn't know where to go, Haotian shot out a blood-colored scimitar from his palm, and flew away.

In the middle of the night snow region, in the Snow Feather Mountains, the snow-capped mountains were filled with snowflakes fluttering in the air; Haotian was disturbed by pain for a moment and accidentally fell down. The thick snow was smashed into a human-shaped pit by Haotian, and the spiritual power was poured into his legs, and his legs jumped out of the pit with force. At this time, there were several beast roars around, and a few white giant tigers slowly walked towards Haotian and surrounded Haotian in it. Haotian endured the severe pain, and inhaled the bloody blade Soul Eater Knife on the snow not far away into his palm; looked at the Soul Eater Knife in his hand and gritted his teeth and asked, "You should have been suffocated for so long! As he spoke, he slashed down at the white giant tiger in front, and a red sword wave slashed on the white giant tiger's shoulder, only cutting out a large bloody hole, and at this time, a giant tiger in the back swooped down on Haotian. Haotian turned around and saw the pair of giant teeth, dodged, and dodged the fatal blow; but there were five deep wounds on his back, and the blood that flowed out stained his pants red; Haotian poured the spiritual energy into the soul devouring knife and slashed at the neck of a giant tiger with a border, and the head of a giant tiger fell on the snow, Haotian understood that pouring spiritual energy into the knife can increase the power of the knife, and the battle lasted for twenty minutes, but it felt like more than twenty days had passed for Haotian, When inserting the Blood Blade Soul Devouring Knife into the body of the last head, he found that there was a small, hehey group at the hilt, floating on the hilt, Haotian didn't care about this, he had a terrible headache, put the blood blade into his palm, and unconsciously walked into the nameless snowy mountain, so why didn't he fly? It was because Haotian felt that there was not much spiritual energy in the sea of Dao Qi. If you run into a few more megalodons, you won't even have a chance to run. Haotian's figure got farther and farther away, leaving behind the corpses of several giant tigers and walking away.

The genius disciples of the various sects have already been out of the customs, and only a few disciples have not been out of the customs, such as Wu Qingshui. There is another reason for this exit, that is, the Immortal Cultivation Symposium will be held in the Guiyi Sect Square five days later, and the genius disciples of all the famous and decent sects have already rushed to the ancestral realm. There are also many "genius" disciples of small sects, some stepping on swords, some stepping on jade flutes, and some gossiping. Of course, some of the people with lower strength and some money at home are all sitting in the teleportation array to see the excitement, and there are also those who study and observe. In short, the edge of the ancestral region is very lively, and there are all kinds of people shouting to buy baked cakes and fruits. It will take an hour's boat to go to the Giant Sword Peak, and the boatman will definitely be able to make a fortune in the sea that day! No one will care that the young man in the night snow is in pain and despair

In the center of the snow at night, Hao Tianye didn't know how long he had walked, but he felt more and more weak; his originally delicate face was a little pale, his head was extremely painful, and his vision was blurred more and more; he vaguely saw a garden, gritted his teeth and dragged his heavy steps slowly, each step seemed to be tied to his heel like a boulder-like walkway, the wound behind the garden slowly healed, the wound behind the back was good, the sharp pain in the head seemed to increase, kneeling on his knees and twisting his face, yelling at the white clouds in the sky:" Why, why can't I surpass you, why" After yelling, he fell to the ground and fainted in pain