Beidou Donghuang, somewhere in the mountains that are inaccessible to people.
There is mist and mist, and the dizzy clouds are steaming. The origin of heaven and earth is obviously richer than that of the surrounding areas.
Among them, a golden unicorn with a small size but an unusually divine steed stood, and opposite it were two monks, one old and one young.
The girl's name was Zhi Yin. She looked like her heart was bleeding at the moment. She was busy looking at the source of gods beside her, and her face was full of pain.
This little guy may not seem big, but his appetite is really big. In one sip, nearly two-thirds of it was gone.
The divine source that was originally the size of a human body is now only close to the height of the surrounding grass.
If it weren't for Zhiyin's quick eyesight and quick hands, I'm afraid not even a single divine source particle would be left.
"You!" Zhiyin was furious. He immediately raised his head, widened his eyes, and looked at the Qilin beast opposite with an unkind expression.
However, when faced with the latter's innocent and pitiful expression, Zhiyin's momentum collapsed instantly.
"Well--"
The golden Qilin lowered his head slightly, opened his mouth and let out a sound that sounded like a fairy roar, or some kind of sad whimper.
But Zhiyin naturally didn't know anything about this, so she could only sigh, then slowly approached and gently touched the latter's head:
"What, where are your relatives? Are you alone here?"
Hearing this, the golden Qilin beast raised its head with a confused look on its face.
On the side, the old man was carefully observing the traces in the mountain. At this moment, he seemed to have made a new discovery and called Zhiyin.
"This is?"
Zhiyin stared at the fragment of the divine source in her palm, and then looked at the old man in confusion.
The old man's eyes were solemn, he stroked his beard and said:
"The original divine source should be much larger, and this Qilin beast should be sealed within it."
Hearing this, Zhiyin couldn't help but be surprised and looked curiously at the seemingly harmless little guy next to her.
The latter seemed to be quite psychic. Even though he seemed to have no memory, he still seemed to understand the conversation between the two, and immediately made a arrogant look, as if to say:
This was originally mine.
Not paying attention to little Qilin's reaction, the old man continued:
"To be able to seal such a huge piece of divine origin, its origin may be far beyond our imagination——"
The old man was about to persuade Yin to do more and do less, and it would be best to keep both the divine source and Qilin.
Unexpectedly, when the old man raised his eyes, what he saw was the golden Qilin rubbing his head affectionately into Zhiyin's palm, and the two seemed to have become one.
At the same time, there was a faint cunning look in its eyes, searching for the source of the god.
"Peng!"
What was waiting for it was Zhiyin's fist gently knocking it on the top of the head.
"No stealing!"
Immediately, Zhiyin raised her head and looked at the old man with a smile on her face:
"In that case, let's take them all back. Just right! Our Qixia sect still lacks a mountain-protecting beast, doesn't it?"
"Well, Master?"
Before the old man could reply, the little Qilin in Zhiyin's arms became unhappy and showed a dissatisfied expression, as if he felt that the mountain guardian beast had lost his identity.
The old man hesitated to speak, but after seeing the huge piece of divine source, he was a little reluctant to part with it, and finally had to accept Zhiyin's suggestion.
…
The Qixia Sect is an insignificant small sect in the Southern Territory of Eastern Wasteland, and falls under the jurisdiction of Dushen Dao.
Although the power is weak, the sect has the headmaster of Hualong Jiuchongtian who is in charge of it, so he can be considered at ease in this barren area.
In fact, the old man also traveled to the Eastern Wasteland when he was young, and was somewhat unknown among many casual cultivators.
Finally, tired of fighting, he retired to this place and founded a sect.
After the master and apprentice erased all traces in the barren mountain, they returned to the sect with the Qilin Beast and the Divine Source. Naturally, the matter was kept silent.
The headmaster also intentionally imposed restrictions on the Qilin, covering up many of its supernatural powers, making it look like just a desolate beast with a thin Qilin bloodline.
It is said that it is used as a mountain guardian beast, but in fact it is just playing with the disciples.
The Qixia Sect is not big and has not many disciples. Correspondingly, the sect hardly pays attention to any red tape.
Most of the disciples in the sect are ordinary children born within a hundred thousand miles around, and those with some cultivation qualifications are accepted into the sect.
Compared with those holy places with big families and big businesses, the Qixia Sect really feels like a big family.
At this moment, all the disciples in the sect are meditating and practicing.
Because some disciples noticed that the source energy of heaven and earth would naturally gather around the little Qilin, many disciples sat in circles around the little Qilin.
But that little guy was not a receptive master, and would cause mischief from time to time and start fights with the disciples.
When Headmaster Qixia came here, he saw such a scene.
The white-haired old man looked incomprehensible, he couldn't help but sigh, and immediately called Zhi Yin away.
"Did you know that its true body is a divine silkworm?" The old man looked serious.
"Shencan? So what?" Zhiyin was slightly confused and surprised at the same time.
That little guy is obviously a unicorn, how could Master say it is a silkworm?
Seeing Zhiyin's innocent look, the old man said seriously:
"The Shencan Clan was originally a royal family, but they were destroyed just because they offended a certain supreme royal family. Today, there are still people in that royal family who are hunting down the remnants, do you understand?"
Although Zhi Yin is not familiar with worldly affairs, she still knows what a large royal family is.
Hearing this, his face turned pale.
Seeing this, the old man couldn't help but sigh:
"Send him away as soon as possible. As a teacher, I have an old relationship with the elder of Dushen Dao. As long as Shencan is not here, he will definitely not bring trouble to Qixia..."
At night, Zhiyin secretly came to the residence she built for the little guy.
The latter had a keen sense of consciousness and had naturally noticed her approach a long time ago. He couldn't help but poke his head out and look at the other party curiously with his big watery eyes.
Zhiyin looked worried and held the unicorn-looking silkworm in her arms.
He murmured:
"I know that you can definitely understand what I say... You have to remember that after you leave here, you must be careful everywhere. It is best not to show up in front of other people and all living creatures... Don't look for you before you are strong. Clan members, do you understand?”
Uncharacteristically, Shencan did not make a fuss and only listened quietly.
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhiyin threw the divine silkworm to the ground, and immediately walked away without looking back.
There was a flash of light on the ground, and a huge divine source appeared.
For a long time, until Zhiyin's back was no longer seen, the divine silkworm actually showed a human expression, with a complex expression.
He trembled all over, and immediately broke through the concealment spell of Master Qixia, and restored the divine horse's unusual golden unicorn appearance.
"Rebirth of the Great Era of Fighting Waves"
In fact, there was a lot of key information imprinted in the divine source, and he had already devoured most of it.
In the past few days, he has been resting in the Qixia Sect, and his cultivation and spiritual intelligence have gradually recovered a lot. He can compare with the first-level monks in Xiantai, and he is enough to protect himself.
Without any hesitation, the Divine Silkworm swallowed the divine source in front of him, and his body immediately glowed with a brilliant glow.
He should have left this place immediately, but in the end he turned around and escaped into a cave.
Zhiyin was sitting cross-legged practicing meditation, but there were faint tears in the corners of her eyes.
There was a huge gap in cultivation between the two sides, and the latter naturally didn't notice it at all.
After watching quietly for a while, the divine silkworm spit out an imperceptible seven-color mist and submerged it into Zhiyin's immortal platform.
He immediately turned around and left, not choosing to meet him.
The accidental meeting between the dragon and the ant will only increase the sadness if it stays for a long time.
…
Time flies, and the years are ruthless.
In the Eastern Wasteland, in the cave left by a certain great king, many heroes of the younger generation gathered here and started a brutal fight to compete for opportunities.
On a fringe battlefield, the human race has the largest number of monks here, but they are far from being able to occupy an overwhelming advantage. Instead, they are surrounded by thousands of races and are about to be defeated.
"Zhiyin, be careful!"
The dark and sharp thorns tore through the void and headed towards a beautiful and elegant woman. The latter didn't react in time and was about to die.
"boom!"
A big palm stretched out, and with the four-color divine glow flashing, the spikes and the person who made the move instantly turned into ashes.
When the remaining people saw the coming figure, they instantly lost their will to fight, screamed, and ran away.
"Shenzhou!"
He was a handsome young man shrouded in divine haze. His black hair was disheveled and his eyes were cold, giving people a feeling that strangers should not approach him.
The saved human monks were immediately surprised when they heard this. It turns out that the one who came to help was the legendary most mysterious genius of the younger generation - Shenzhou.
"Thank you, Taoist Brother Shenzhou."
Zhiyin stepped forward to express her gratitude.
The moment the latter saw the woman's appearance, he was confused for a moment, and then returned to his indifference:
"I'm just here for the divine crystal in his hand, don't be sentimental."
Immediately, Shenzhou took away the divine crystal from the ashes and walked away without looking back.
Zhiyin looked at the latter's retreating figure, but whispered:
"It's strange. It's obviously our first time meeting him, so why does that person feel familiar to me?"
Shaking her head, Zhiyin stopped thinking about it.
On the other side, Shenzhou is meditating and practicing, absorbing what he gained in the King's Cave.
In the past, he could naturally enter samadhi as long as his mind moved, but today he could not calm down for a long time.
Slowly raising his head, Shen Zhou had a complicated and incomprehensible look in his eyes.
His figure immediately disappeared and appeared in the vast sky. He drifted away with the wind and was able to enjoy a moment of tranquility.
Starting from the girl I met for the first time, I couldn't help but think of a lot.
The "curse" of forgetting the past, burdened with the expectations and hopes of the tribe, and an unstoppable enemy that is difficult to fight against...
There are many thoughts in my heart, my blood is boiling, and it is difficult to calm down.
"when--"
A clear bell rang, causing him to wake up instantly.
It turned out that suddenly, he had left the secluded place for countless thousands of miles and entered the territory of the human race.
Ahead is a hill, on which sits an inconspicuous temple.