In the deep space of the universe, a giant cauldron was burning with raging fire, illuminating most of the sky. Eight old men surrounded the giant cauldron, the light in their eyes materialized, and their faces were filled with excitement.
"Three thousand avenues, choose one of the laws, this is our last chance!"
"drink!"
The eight old men shouted at the same time, their hands tied with mysterious seals, and they hit the central cauldron at the same time.
“Boom…”
The cauldron trembled, the flame suddenly extinguished, and an endless divine light burst out. Three thousand colorful light spots spewed out like fireworks, and then scattered all over the world.
"The seeds have been planted, only to grow into a towering giant tree!"
Fifteen years later, the continent of clouds, Jingzhou.
"Han Yan, three first-grade elixir... Han Cheng, two first-grade elixir..."
Mangcheng, the Han family's martial arts field, all the teenagers whose names were pronounced ran up to the high platform with excitement to receive this month's training allowance. The better the aptitude and the stronger the strength, the more training subsidies will be obtained.
"Han Yu, a second-grade elixir..."
As soon as the voice fell, the people on the martial arts field cast their eyes on the young man standing in the corner at the end of the crowd at almost the same time.
"One second-grade elixir is equivalent to ten first-grade elixir. I didn't expect Han Yu to receive the most subsidies!"
"Isn't it that the stronger the strength and the higher the aptitude, the more training subsidies they get, why does Han Yu get the most subsidies every month!"
Han Yu was on the high platform, and countless cold eyes swept towards him, Han Yu did not avoid it, and faced it calmly. The middle-aged man with white temples sitting in the center nodded slightly, his eyes full of love. This is Han Zhan, the patriarch of the Han family, and Han Yu's father.
"Father is under a lot of pressure for me, I have to do something!"
Han Yu clenched his fist tightly. He was already recognized as a waste, but he received the most training subsidies every month. It is conceivable to imagine the pressure Han Yu was under.
At this moment, the Great Elder Han Qingyun, who was sitting next to Han Zhan, suddenly stood up, walked to the field and said loudly: "Today, I want to announce an important thing to everyone!"
Han Yu suddenly had a bad feeling.
There was a sneer on Han Qingyun's face, and he continued: "After careful deliberation in the Elders House, it has been decided to remove the patriarch of Han Zhan!"
"What?" Most of the people were shocked. Although Han Zhan was a little short on the matter of distributing the elixir, it wasn't enough to remove the patriarch, right
Han Zhan stared at Han Qingyun and asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong with my Han Zhan?"
Han Qingyun looked at Han Zhan aggressively and said, "You have three mistakes in Han Zhan. First, since you inherited the patriarch's position, our Han family has been declining day by day, from the first family in Mangcheng to the third family; second, In the past three years, our Han family has been ranked last every time in the Tri-Clan Meeting; third, you have poured almost all the cultivation materials of the family into your waste son, leaving other children behind. Such three major mistakes, you still have What do you have to say?"
"My son of Han Zhan is by no means trash!" Han Zhan stood up abruptly, his voice strong and thick.
Han Qingyun curled his lips and said rudely: "Is Han Yu a waste? Everyone knows in their hearts. Can you admit the above three sins?"
"Humph!" Han Zhan snorted coldly, looking at Qingtian with his hands behind his back.
A smile flashed across Han Qingyun's face, and he said loudly: "Since you have pleaded guilty, that's fine! I announce that starting today, Han Zhan will be dismissed..."
"Wait a minute!"
Suddenly, a loud shout came!
I saw a boy with clenched fists slowly raising his head, his face was pale, his pupils were bloodshot, this person was Han Yu who was standing not far from Han Qingyun.
"First, my Han family is declining day by day, did it start with my father? Second, in the past three years, the three clans will try to be the last one, that is your descendants useless; third, I, Han Yu, are not trash. !"
Every time Han Yu said a word, his body trembled, but his voice was so powerful that it reached the bottom of everyone's heart!
Han Qingyun's face was unusually ugly. The decline of the Han family and the fact that the Han family ranked last in the Tri-Clan Tournament for three consecutive years was indeed not the fault of Han Zhan alone.
However, the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to overthrow the Korean War was in front of him. He would not let it go easily, his face sank, and he shouted: "Bold, do you have a share of words here?"
Han Yu looked into Han Qingyun's eyes, neither humble nor arrogant: "What I said is the truth!"
Han Qingyun's face was trembling, and he was speechless for a while. He laughed angrily: "Okay, tomorrow will be the clan meeting. Are you a waste? Use your strength to prove it to everyone!"
"Han Zhan, if your son wins the first place in the clan meeting, it means that you are doing the right thing; but if you can't take the first place, how can you, the patriarch, explain to the hundreds of elders in the Han family?"
Han Zhan hummed: "If I can't get the first place, it's a big deal for me, Han Zhan, to not be the patriarch!"
Han Yu looked at Han Zhan in surprise, his fists creaked so much that his fingernails were deeply inserted into the flesh and blood of his palm.
However, Han Qingyun ignored the trembling teenager, pointed at Han Yu and said, "Not only can you not continue to be the patriarch, this trash can never step into the Han family!"
Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air. At the clan meeting where the masters gathered, how could Han Yu have won the first place? Isn't this an obvious attempt to drive Han Yu out of the Han family
Han Zhan's eyes burned with anger, and he took a deep breath before saying, "Okay, deal!"
When he got home, Han Yu took out the second-grade elixir that he got today, and a look of hope flashed in his eyes.
"I hope this second-grade elixir can feed you!"
Han Yu held the second-grade elixir tightly in his hand and quietly operated his mental technique. At this moment, a terrifying devouring force came from the depths of his dantian, absorbing all the essence of the second-grade elixir with the force of wind and clouds. .
Generally, a practitioner of the third level of Yuanwu would not be able to refine a second-grade elixir without three days and three nights, but Han Yu only took one minute before and after. Because in his dantian, there is a black hole that can devour all spiritual power.
The Continent of Clouds respects martial arts. The known cultivation levels are Yuanwu, Xuanwu, Lingwu, and Soulwu. The Yuanwu realm is the entry stage for cultivators. Body refining is mainly based on soaking the body with medicinal materials and training strength. The black hole has no effect on Han Yu, but after reaching the third level of Yuanwu, he absorbs the essence of heaven and earth to cultivate, and refines it in the body into vitality for his own use.
Whether Han Yu refines the elixir, or directly absorbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, he was swallowed by the black hole immediately, so that since he cultivated to the third level of Yuanwu at the age of twelve, Han Yu's cultivation base has not made any progress.
However, Han Yu firmly believes that the black hole will be filled sooner or later, and as long as the black hole is filled, he can continue to practice. However, this second-grade elixir is obviously not enough to fill the insatiable black hole.
"Do you really want my father to lose the position of the patriarch because of me?" Han Yu gritted his teeth tightly.