Chapter 1

In the desolate land, there are monsters everywhere, monsters hunt people wantonly, and the people are weak.

In the first year of Taichu, a sacred mountain descended from the sky with four characters written on it, "The Way of Heaven is clear". The three ancestors of the human race viewed the sacred mountain, created magical powers, and established the Eighty-One Holy Court to educate all living beings. Eventually, the human race had a mighty fortune and competed with the demon barbarians to dominate the world.

The human race is immortal, and the road is eternal!

Qingyue City, Nanxingyuan.

With the end of the last spring rain, Qingyue City ushered in another summer!

The slightly hot weather made many students in the Nanxing Academy drowsy, except for the students in the third elementary class who were all full of energy, their eyes widened, and they stared intently at the fifteen or sixteenth student on the podium. A young girl in a white dress.

"The journey of martial arts is full of hardships. Apprentices are divided into ten stars. Only by practicing above ten stars can you become a martial artist. Breaking through a martial artist is the three-level realm of condensing yuan, returning yuan, and Shenyuan. It is already special to be able to reach the three-level realm. It's not easy, if someone has outstanding talent and breaks through the ternary realm, he can become a powerful emperor who guards the human race's fate. There are only thirty-six emperors in the history of my human race. Continue to go up and understand the avenue of heaven and earth. If you create supreme supernatural powers, you can become a saint, but for thousands of years, there have only been three people!"

"In addition to tens of thousands of magical powers, my human race also has supreme divine marks and savage bone tools. It is a race blessed by heaven. Now, let's talk about divine marks!"

The girl in the white dress stood on the podium, her clear and transparent eyes swept across the students who were sitting at risk.

The girl's name is Lin Ziyan, a student of the genius class of Nanxing Academy. She is only fifteen years old, but she is about to become a true martial artist. To be able to achieve such an achievement at her age is simply a monster.

Moreover, Miss Zi Yan is the proud student of the Deputy Dean of Nanxing College, such a proud girl is teaching here as a substitute teacher today!

"If you compare magical powers to words, then the divine patterns are strokes. Only by comprehending the divine patterns and mastering the strokes can you write characters and cultivate divine abilities!"

"Triple Tide Palm is a low-level spiritual power composed of thirty-six basic divine patterns. Today, I will mainly tell you about the first three of these thirty-six divine patterns!"

She took a few steps forward, looking at the students and talking about it.

Her purple hair is scattered behind her like a waterfall. Crystal beads made of gold threads hang a bunch of purple hair beside her ears. The classic white silk dress outlines the upper body exquisitely, and the front of the sleeves shows half like white jade. On the arm and slender wrist hangs a silver bracelet without any decoration.

With a stunning face and mysterious background, he is also a disciple of Vice-President Nanxing, and he is already a ten-star apprentice and is about to become a great martial artist. Such an identity will undoubtedly make the children of the junior third class admire him.

The structure of the gods is extremely complex and cumbersome, but Lin Ziyan did it at her fingertips, and wrote out the three gods accurately. After writing, she turned to look at the students. Part of the neckline with graceful lines and the clearly visible collarbone are faintly revealed, and the skirt is flowing like the moonlight, and every frown and smile exudes a heart-warming charm.

Most of the children in the third class of the junior class were around twelve or thirteen years old, and their faces were still childish. They sat respectfully one by one, looking at Miss Zi Yan with admiration and admiration in their eyes.

"Miss Zi Yan is so beautiful!"

"I must become a warrior and kill Yaoman alongside Miss Zi Yan!"

This is undoubtedly the voice of most boys. Being able to kill demons side by side with Miss Zi Yan is definitely something that countless people yearn for all their lives.

At this time, at the back of the classroom, a slightly skinny teenager was in a daze. He was sitting at the back of the classroom, blocked by the previous teenagers, and almost no one noticed him. Although he is not particularly handsome, he is also well-defined, and his deep pupils flash with a smart look.

Ye Wei was originally a person with a low sense of presence. Whether it was in this class or in the family, the sea of ​​​​knowledge was only at the red level, and almost no one would pay attention. He still vaguely remembered the disappointed expression when the elders of the family knew that he only had a sea of ​​red-level knowledge.

"Divine Rune... I, Ye Wei, have never hoped to become a warrior in my life. What's the use of learning Divine Rune? Without Yuan Li, I can't even draw Divine Rune!"

There was a self-deprecating wry smile at the corner of Ye Wei's mouth. Thinking of the test results before stepping into Nanxing College, he couldn't help shaking his hands, and the blue veins on the back of his hands were looming.

Consciousness sea talent is divided into seven levels: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, and purple. Ye Wei's talent is the weakest red-level knowledge sea. No matter how hard he works, he will become a tenth-level apprentice at most, and he has no hope of becoming a warrior.

"I was bullied and ridiculed in the academy, but no one cares about it in the family!"

"I, Ye Wei, also want to be a genius like Miss Zi Yan, a martial artist like my cousin Ye Zhong who is valued by the family, and I want to be the pride of the family and be looked up to by others, but...why is the reality like this? cruel!"

Ye Wei buried too much unwillingness in his heart. He had tried countless times, and even tried to break through the dangerous thing of the sea of ​​​​knowledge, but all failed.

Years of ascetic cultivation, but in the end, nothing was achieved. This kind of pain is not something that ordinary people can endure.

Although Ye Wei never gave up, the reality could not be changed.

Ye Wei pursed his lips slightly, and a touch of bitterness lingered in his heart. His fingers were unconsciously poking around on the table, and he didn't want to listen to the class at all. On the desk in front of him lay a book made of kraft paper. This book was very worn, as if it had been burned by fire, and it was covered with black marks.

On the cover of the book, a majestic green mountain rises straight into the sky and stands tall.

There seem to be a few vague big characters on the Qingshan Mountain. Although it is not clear what is written, there is a vague aura of grandeur.

This dilapidated ancient book was picked by Ye Wei from the garbage dump in the family basement. According to rumors, the former Ye family was extremely powerful. They have long since been annihilated in the dust of history... The current Ye family, Qingyue City, which is extremely inconspicuous in the western border of the Great Zhou Dynasty, is only a second-rate family!

Ye Wei unconsciously stroked the cover of this dilapidated ancient book, which had a rough texture, giving it an indescribably weird feeling.

What Ye Wei didn't know was that when he was stroking the old book, a strange force invisible to the naked eye was spreading rapidly around his finger, like ripples on the water. Spread in circles.

Ye Wei yawned and suddenly felt very sleepy, his eyelids couldn't hold it anymore, and in a trance, he fell asleep on the old old book.

Ye Wei fell into a long dream!

This is a long, long dream. Ye Wei dreamed of a towering green mountain, with lush pines and cypresses. Looking at it, there seemed to be hundreds of millions of mysterious lines fluctuating on the mountain. Suddenly, the whole green mountain shattered. , turned into Dao Dao flame god stones, one of the god stones blasted towards Ye Wei, the mysterious lines on the god stone seemed to be alive, madly drilled into Ye Wei's brain, and all kinds of god pattern knowledge suddenly exploded in his mind, Ye Wei had a splitting headache.

The green mountain on the old old book disappeared without knowing when...

Worn pages turned to ashes and disappeared without a trace.