The Tianhuang Continent, the Great Cloud Empire, is in a corner.
At the foot of the barren mountain, there was a thatched hut. As the red sun rose, a rickety old man wearing a gray robe and with fluffy hair slowly walked out of it. A deep sadness flashed through his cloudy eyes, and he staggered up to the top of the barren mountain.
I don't know how long it took, but the old man finally climbed onto the vast and desolate mountain, but the sun was already setting in the west.
Staring at the red sun that was about to set, he let out a long sigh, which seemed regretful and lonely: The red sun sets and will rise again the next day, but... will he have another chance after his death
His eyes moved downward, staring at the bottomless abyss that could swallow him up. He closed his eyes in despair, and everything he had experienced in the past hundred years flashed through his mind like a movie.
His name is Yan Li. A hundred years ago, his soul traveled to the Tianhuang Continent, where martial arts were respected, and possessed a useless disciple of the "Great Desolate Palace". Perhaps it was the combination of souls that mutated, and he transformed into a younger generation in the palace. A genius disciple and a man of the hour.
That year, Lin Jingyun was not the peerless swordsman who was famous throughout the continent, but a sinister young man; that year, Long Ziyu entered the sect at the beginning of the month, and was not yet a goddess respected by thousands of people.
Later, the future sword god became his younger brother, and the future goddess was impressed by his success and fell in love with him.
His cultivation level has also been rising steadily. In just three years, he has broken through the Yuan realm and achieved the Xuan realm. There is no one in the younger generation who can match him. The master of the Great Wilderness Palace personally announced that he will be the heir to the head of the family.
At that time, he was so high-spirited that he didn't care about the people in the world, thinking that the whole world belonged to him.
However, one night, a mysterious person sneaked into his room and broke his foundation. From then on, no matter how he practiced, his cultivation would not increase by half, but would regress rapidly.
In less than a year, he slipped from the Xuan realm to the Yuan realm.
Two years later, he regressed from the Yuan realm to the Qi refining stage.
During this period, the masters in the palace took action one after another. Even the Lord of Dahuang Palace personally checked his body, but there was nothing he could do.
Waste materials become geniuses, geniuses become waste materials again!
God seemed to have played a big joke on him.
Lonely, helpless, angry, and despairing!
After spending countless manpower and material resources unable to save him, Dahuang Palace gave up on him completely.
The eye rolls, ridicule, and disdain that followed made him feel discouraged, because many of the people who ridiculed and disdained him had flattered him before. At this moment, he knew that this world was not his.
There were only two people who never laughed at him or gave up on him, one was his brother and the other was his lover.
However, he failed to live up to their expectations. No matter how hard he tried, his cultivation level did not increase but decreased. A few years later, he degenerated to the third level of Qi Refining, where he was not even as good as the handyman disciples of the Great Desolate Palace.
He gave up and became a useless person waiting to die!
However, they still did not give up. At the same time, they became stronger and stronger, and found many treasures of heaven and earth, and various elixirs for him, but... to no avail.
Ten years later, one day, Lin Jingyun came back covered in blood and told him the news that a group of mysterious people had taken Long Ziyue away.
From then on, Long Ziyue disappeared, and Yan Li's heart was completely dead. He quietly left the Great Wilderness Palace and lived in seclusion in a remote wasteland. A hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye, and he is already dying.
A drop of old tears fell, expressing endless sadness and unwillingness!
"Ziyue, if there is an afterlife, I will still love you." Yan Li fell into the abyss, and darkness swallowed his figure.
Feeling the cold wind in his ears, Yanli's heart felt like a pool of stagnant water, unable to make any more waves, and he slowly closed his eyes.
… …
Yan Li opened his eyes with difficulty and felt a stab of pain in his chest. At the same time, he heard intermittent sobbing from a girl in his ears.
He stretched out his hand and touched a soft animal skin pad. He wanted to prop up his body, but felt a tearing pain in his chest.
"Um"
He frowned slightly and couldn't help but let out a soft snort.
As he hummed softly, the sobbing sound suddenly stopped, and then a crisp voice mixed with surprise sounded, "Butler Wu, the young prince is awake!"
As the breeze blew across his face, Yan Li felt that there was another person in the carriage. He turned around hard and saw a middle-aged man in black robes, who seemed vaguely familiar.
"you… !"
"Little prince, don't talk, it will affect your injury."
The middle-aged man in black robe stopped with a flash of surprise on his face, then took out a snow-white pill exuding a delicate fragrance and fed it into his mouth.
Yan Li opened his mouth subconsciously, and the elixir melted in his mouth, and then turned into a stream of heat, rushing towards his chest. At this moment, he wanted to understand what was going on, but there was a huge feeling of fatigue invading his mind. Come on, slowly, his eyelids closed together.
Seeing this, the middle-aged man in black robe breathed a long sigh of relief, "Ling'er, take good care of the young prince."
"Yes." Ling'er nodded hurriedly.
After an unknown amount of time, Yan Li regained consciousness again, but he did not open his eyes, and his chest was still aching. He tried hard to integrate another memory in his mind that did not belong to him.
In the blink of an eye, three days passed.
Yan Li slowly opened his eyes, and a strange and complicated light flashed in the depths of his eyes. In the past three days, he had sorted out and integrated another memory.
He exhaled heavily, but could not calm down his inner excitement for a long time.
He was reborn in the body of Li Li, the son of Li Wuming, the crown prince of the Dayun Kingdom who should have died a hundred years ago in Tianhuang Continent.
"God, did you hear my call and give me another chance?" Yan Li's eyes seemed to penetrate the car and reach the blue sky.
"My brother Lin Jingyun, my lover Ziyue, I am back. In this life, I will not let you down again. I will accompany you to the top and watch the storm with a smile. Those who ruined my foundation in the previous life, I will also I won’t let you go... I’ll make you pay an extremely painful price!”
Things are unpredictable and God’s will is unpredictable.
Time travel is an extremely outrageous thing, but he didn't expect that he, who died after time travel, would be reborn again. At this moment, Yan Li felt a deep awe of God's will, and at the same time, he was even more curious. What is the reason for time travel and rebirth
"Ling'er." Yan Li called softly.
"Little prince."
A small hand gently placed on his waist, lifting him up.
Yan Li's eyes fell on this caring and lovely girl who was only fourteen years old, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, "I'm hungry."
"Little prince, wait a moment, Ling'er will prepare the spiritual porridge for you right now."
Yan Li nodded lightly, then leaned against the carriage, closing his eyes to rest. He was just recovering from a serious injury and needed to rest in order to regain his strength.
The Tianhuang Continent respects martial arts. After tens of thousands of years of development, both the martial arts realm and various martial arts have been classified and divided in detail.
The realm of martial arts is divided into realms such as Qi refining, Yuan realm, and Xuan realm.
Among them, Qi refining is divided into ten levels, and the Yuan realm is divided into three realms: Condensing Yuan, Shen Yuan, and Po Yuan;
The Xuan realm is subdivided into three realms: Human Xuan, Earth Xuan, and Tian Xuan.
All martial arts are also divided into categories. From low to high, they are: Huang, Xuan, Earth, Heaven, Saint, and Shen. Each level is further divided into three levels: upper, middle, and lower.
Yan Li was no stranger to the classification of realms and martial arts levels. He had systematically studied them in his previous life. While the maid Ling'er was preparing food for him, he slowly sensed the cultivation of this new body.
Then, he nodded with satisfaction, "Well, that's right. He has already perfected his Qi training at the age of fourteen. He is considered a rare cultivation genius."
What surprised Yan Li even more was that the foundation of this body was quite good. Although the vitality in the sea of qi was a little weak, it was very pure.
In Tianhuang Continent, warriors can absorb a gas called "vital energy" between heaven and earth to strengthen themselves.
Refining Qi! Refining Qi!
It is the process of absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth, refining it and returning it to the sea of qi to strengthen oneself and improve vitality. In the words of the earth, it is to use vitality to change the genetic structure and make the genetic chain more perfect.
Yan Li once compared the people on earth with the people in Tianhuang Continent and found that the average life span of residents in Tianhuang Continent was higher than that of people on earth.
The reason for this result is that there is vitality in the Tianhuang Continent, but not on the earth. Before traveling, he was a graduate student in the history department.
For a while, he was very curious about Chinese martial arts and came into contact with some martial arts masters who practiced Chinese martial arts. They did not have the so-called true energy in their bodies. They relied on physical strength and explosive power in fighting, and secondly on skills and experience. Their life span was no longer than that of ordinary people. High, even shorter than ordinary people, and some martial arts masters even die suddenly for no reason.
After thinking about it, Yan Li believed that the cause of their sudden death was excessive overdraft of human vitality, which would lead to a short life.
But it's different in Tianhuang Continent. There is vitality here, and absorbing vitality can increase vitality. The higher the realm of warriors, the longer their lifespans will be.
It is said that masters who have reached the Xuan Realm can live to be at least two hundred years old. In the previous life, even if Yanli's foundation was destroyed and his cultivation degraded to the third level of Qi Refining, he still lived for a full hundred years. If this were placed on earth, it would definitely be It can be called longevity man.
"My dear prince, here comes the spiritual porridge."
Ling'er got into the carriage carrying a bowl of fragrant and golden porridge and held it in front of Yan Li, interrupting his thoughts.
"Gu Gu."
After not eating for several days, his stomach had begun to rebel. For a moment, under Ling'er's strange eyes, Yan Li's old face felt a little hot.
His eyes fell on the porridge in the blue and white bowl. He knew that this so-called spiritual porridge was made from precious and rare spiritual rice. Generally, only royal nobles and senior disciples of major sects could eat spiritual rice, because Spiritual rice contains a small amount of vitality. After eating it, it can increase strength and improve physical fitness. If taken for a long time, it will be of great benefit to one's cultivation.
"give it to me."
Ling'er shook his head, "The young prince has just recovered from his serious injury. It's better for Ling'er to feed you."
"Okay." Yan Li is not a pedantic person. It is also a happy thing to enjoy the feeding of a beautiful little loli.
The spiritual porridge has a delicate fragrance in your mouth. After swallowing it, you can feel a thin stream of vitality spreading out, nourishing Yan Li's slightly weak body.
After eating a bowl of porridge and a stick of incense, Yan Li leaned against the carriage in a comfortable posture, thinking about the future.