Snap.
The sound of trampling snow sounded.
A figure wearing a Taoist robe is isolated in this lonely world.
Looking from the direction from which this man came, he could see a line of footprints on the white ground, no one knew how far away they were.
The continuous snow-capped mountains are endless in sight, and there are towering peaks everywhere. Compared with the surrounding snow-capped mountains, the one in front of you is so inconspicuous.
It even just passed through the clouds. If it weren't for the cold weather here, I'm afraid my body at this height wouldn't even be covered by a layer of snow.
"Master, I'm here to see you."
But height sometimes doesn't mean anything. In the heart of the Taoist, the small snow-capped mountain in front of him is a giant peak. No matter how many worlds he has traveled to or how many majestic mountains he has seen, it is still far inferior to what is in front of him. This one.
His gaze continued upward until he fell on this man's face. His delicate face had not changed for hundreds of thousands of years, just like the child who called the Great Elder on that cold night and then concentrated on practicing the blood talisman.
Yin came out of his retreat, feeling in his heart that he came to see his teacher again, the person he respected the most.
On that ordinary but extraordinary night, he buried his teacher under the snow. The Huntuo people relied on the mountains to feed themselves. This snowy mountain has raised generations of the Huntuo people. When dust returns to dust and dust returns to earth, naturally Some are also buried at the foot of this mountain.
It's just that compared to hundreds of thousands of years ago, the snow-capped mountains that were once only a few hundred meters high are now more than two thousand meters high.
This height is naturally not worth mentioning, but so what?
At this time, Yin was the only one in the entire Huntuo clan who had such strong feelings for this city. Even Kuang Yuan was because the Huntuo clan was already strong when he was born and had not experienced the years when the Huntuo clan was foraging for food in the snowy mountains. scene.
He had recalled that snowy night countless times, the first time he heard the voice of his ancestors.
Yin continued to walk forward. Obviously with his current state, he could reach his destination with just a change of thought, but he just chose this way to reach his destination.
In the distance, a simple small grave mound appeared in sight.
At first glance, it blends in with the surrounding wind and snow, without anything special, but upon closer inspection, you will find that it is covered with an inexplicable rhythm.
A snow rabbit appeared a hundred meters away, its ruby-like eyes looking around alertly. During this period, it naturally looked in Yin's direction, but there was nothing in this little guy's eyes. Traces of people are present.
Yin didn't want to disturb it. With his current state, such a weak mortal life might collapse and die just by seeing it.
He came here this time just because he had a feeling in his heart and wanted to see the person hidden in his heart, rather than affecting the ecology here.
The snowshoe rabbit sniffed to the left, and finally seemed to confirm that there was food here to fill its stomach, and then ran this way.
The direction machine it runs on is the location of the small grave bag. If it continues along this route, it will pass directly over the grave bag.
It would be like this under normal circumstances, but when the snow rabbit reached one meter outside the grave, something surprising happened. There was a trace of doubt in its ruby-like eyes, and then its body deflected like an ellipse. The way passed around the right side of the tomb bag.
When it passed by the grave and continued running into the distance, the confusion in its eyes completely disappeared, as if nothing had happened, and the little guy didn't even realize what he had just done.
If you could turn back the time of this place, you would find that for hundreds of thousands of years from now, all creatures approaching here will ignore it, and no creature can come within one meter of this small tomb.
At this time...the first creature that could get close appeared.
Yin came from afar, entered the one-meter range step by step, and finally came to the small tomb.
There was another sound of rustling snow being compressed, and Yin knelt in front of the tomb.
Practitioners do not kneel to heaven, to the ground, or even to their parents. They will only perform this ritual when facing their master.
In the minds of cultivators, the status of the master actually exceeds that of biological parents, and there is even a saying that it is the end of mortal fate.
So even though he was already a Mahayana monk, standing on top of the monks, Yin still knelt in front of the tomb.
Buried in the tomb is his master, an ordinary person who has not even reached the period of Qi training.
Among all the lives he has ever seen, such an existence can be said to be extremely weak, but in Yin's heart, it is higher than the sky and deeper than the sea.
To this day, he still remembers his master's teachings to him. He knows very well that if it weren't for the thoughts that his master taught him, he would never be where he is now.
This kneeling lasted for three days and three nights.
In the early morning of the fourth day, Yin slowly got up and returned to the Huntuo tribe the way he came.
Although the Huntuo tribe is still a tribe, it is actually a holy place in the hearts of all monks.
This is the core of the entire monk world, and anyone who is a cultivator is a being who has transcended tribulation or above. It can be said to be the elite place of the entire Huntuo human race monks.
Even the Central Imperial Court of Dahuang cannot be compared with this place.
Although there are a large number of high-level warriors in the Central Imperial Court, they are only a small part of the total number of warriors. Most of the high-level warriors guard the four directions and maintain the stability of the entire Huntuo small world.
In light theory, the contribution made by warriors to maintaining the stability of the world is naturally far greater than that of monks.
There are several places in the Huntuo tribe where the enveloping momentum is particularly powerful.
There is no doubt that they belong to the residences of Wang Fan, Yanhua and Qianmin respectively.
The three of them are all in the middle stage of Mahayana. Even if they deliberately suppress their own momentum, the world will change accordingly.
The ordinary boy, the little girl who cried at night, the young but wise child, has now grown into a being who is indomitable.
Yaohua is already on her own path of alchemy. At this time, she has already been able to refine the highest grade elixir. Her current goal is to refine an elixir.
Refining elixirs has always been possible. With one’s cultivation level in the Mahayana stage, it is still possible to refine elixirs. However, the materials required for elixirs are too demanding. Even if they are found in so many worlds, Hua has only collected a small part of it. In addition, she still needs to continue to improve her alchemy ability. Although she is currently the number one alchemy master in the Huntuo human race, she is still a little behind.
The same person as Yuhua is Qian Min, who is a refiner. His goal is the same, to refine an immortal weapon, but his goal is a little bigger. The immortal weapon he is targeting has a resounding name. : Zhuxian Sword.
There are many legends about the Zhuxian Sword, and the greatest reputation of this sword is naturally the same as its name, 'Zhuxian'.
For Xu Sheng, the name Zhu Xian also has a special meaning, which is also closely related to the name he gave himself, 'Tongtian'.
When he turned on the equality of all things, he was one of the first to check the exchange price of the Zhuxian Sword. The figures that finally appeared made his eyes widen and he was shocked for a long time. But now, the exchange price of the Zhuxian Sword It was nothing to him. If he really wanted to redeem it, he could have done so a long time ago.
But as the saying goes, when people want something, they often cannot get it. But by the time they have the ability to get it, their thoughts have already changed and been replaced by a higher goal.
Although the Zhuxian Sword can be exchanged, it does not improve the Huntuo human race that much. Even if Wang Fan, who focuses on the sword, holds it, he cannot exert much of its power. It is not as smooth as a sword that he personally refined. .
So he revealed the information about the Zhuxian Sword to Qian Min at the right time - from this aspect, the reason why Qian Min has the goal he has now is also influenced by him.
If his people can refine the Zhuxian Sword, this will naturally be more meaningful to Xu Sheng than exchanging it from the Equivalent of All Things.
"Failed again."
In his own refining room, Qian Min whispered as he looked at the sword embryo which was only half solidified.
There was no disappointment on his face. Ever since he could remember, such things as emotional changes had rarely appeared in him. This was his character and the reason why he was able to get to where he is today step by step.
Qian Min is undoubtedly extremely reliable. When the Huntuo people are in crisis, he will always stand up in time. With him, almost no one will be disappointed.
Countless information was being combined in his mind. From this failure, Qian Min summarized his mistakes.
The sword embryo in front of him is indeed an immortal weapon, but it is not the Immortal Killing Sword. After all, the Immortal Killing Sword can be regarded as the top level among all the immortal weapons. It is not something that he, a mere Mahayana monk, can refine. The current goal is to refine an ordinary fairy sword, so that his weapon refining level will reach a higher level.
Refining the Immortal Killing Sword is the ultimate goal. For this reason, he no longer even wants to do it with his own strength. In the end, he will not hesitate to use the power of his own sect to refine the gods.
In an alchemy hut not far away, Yuhua was dragging her fragrant cheeks and staring at the various medicinal materials in front of her.
Next to it is a pile of black and gray things. These are the products of her previous failures. Each pile of black and gray represents a precious item that can make the outside world crazy. Maybe just one piece can make a fusion Realm monks broke through to the Tribulation Stage, but in her hands they could only become products of failure.
But that's how alchemy is. Behind every high-level elixir, there are countless wastes of spiritual materials. These spiritual materials are so precious that even people like Yuhua feel extremely distressed, so much so that she Now she is extremely cautious when trying to make alchemy. Either she feels that she is in very good condition, or she has some special inspiration. Otherwise, she will suppress the strong desire to make alchemy in her heart and choose to wait for the opportunity.
"Hey, why did master come back from outside?"
The process of contemplation can easily cause her thoughts to diverge, so everything that happens around her will be subconsciously brought into her mind. What she 'sees' at this moment is the scene of Yin walking back from the direction of the Snow Mountain.
Naturally, she had various guesses in her mind, but based on the direction alone, she could not directly think that Yin went to the foot of the snow-capped mountain to worship her ancestor.
In another retreat not far away, the ordinary-looking Wang Fan was practicing with his eyes closed. The higher-level fairy energy was naturally received by his body, and his realm was constantly improving.
Although he is here, he is deducing various battles in his mind all the time. The targets of these deductions are mostly the various powerful enemies he has encountered along the way. Their shapes vary greatly, and basically every one of them is different. It can give him a lot of inspiration.
Looking back at the past in the current state, he can naturally gain more insights, such as the opponents he encountered during his Qi training period, and the tragic battles he once encountered. Now it seems that there are too many ways to solve it. In such a state, From a perspective, he constantly discovered his own shortcomings from these subtle points and made up for his combat power to the best level.
Wang Fan is a pure monk. He seems to be born for fighting. In terms of fighting alone, even Yin is not as good as him. He has basically never learned other auxiliary methods, such as alchemy and weapon refining. The means are just to meet his own needs. Perhaps because of his lack of qualifications when he was young, he always told himself that his qualifications were not enough, and it was better to specialize in one thing than to divide his energy.
The positions of the three of them are almost in the shape of an equilateral triangle, each at one end of the Huntuo tribe, and at the midpoint of the three of them is Yin's quiet room.
In this way, the four masters and apprentices silently guarded the entire Huntuo tribe.
Because of their unique position, if someone in the tribe makes a mistake in their cultivation, they will receive help immediately. This kind of help is not explicit, but some subtle change, making them feel like God's help. generally.
The entire Huntuo tribe still maintains a size of ten thousand people, and even its own area has not changed much.
The layout of the houses is the same as it was hundreds of thousands of years ago. If the Huntuo people came here at that time, they would not feel any strangeness at all.
Therefore, every house here actually has sufficient historical accumulation. They have been reinforced by Yin's means. No matter how much time goes by, they will remain in their current state.
Every monk living here has their residence passed down from generation to generation. Their ancestors spent the most important stages of their lives in these houses. Now it is their turn, and they will also transfer their essence to God passed it on to the next generation.
This is how the spirit of the Huntuo people is passed on from generation to generation.
Life goes on and on.
