In August 2000, there was a thin and worry-looking young man standing on Phoenix Mountain. He was the protagonist of this article, Yang Xiao Tian.
Yang Xiao Tian was sixteen years old. Sixteen years ago, his foster father, Yang Tian, saw Yang Xiao Tian as a baby on Phoenix Mountain. He looked pale and there was blood on the corner of his mouth. He was obviously suffering from a serious illness. This was what his foster father, Yang Tian, had told him a month ago before he passed away. Yang Xiao Tian had been in pain for the past month as he missed his foster father. For the past sixteen years, his foster father had raised him up as both a mother and a father, teaching him the principles of life.
Just as Yang Xiao Tian was lost in his thoughts, a bird flew past him briskly. He looked up and saw a purple pearl in the beak of the bird. The pearl glowed purple and looked beautiful. In the blink of an eye, the bird had landed on an ancient pine tree dozens of meters away from Yang Xiao Tian. The ancient pine tree was slanted at the edge of a small valley.
At this moment, the surroundings were quiet and there was no one around. Yang Xiao Tian couldn't help but slow down and walk to the ancient pine tree, thinking about how to get this purple bead. However, time waited for no one. Yang Xiao Tian was afraid that the bird would fly away again. So, he bent down to pick up a small stone from the ground and threw it at the bird. With a bang, the stone hit the tree trunk. The bird seemed to be frightened and opened its mouth to chirp. Yang Xiao Tian rushed forward, wanting to catch the falling bead.
Unexpectedly, he staggered and fell to the ground, rolling towards the small valley. At this moment, Yang Xiao Tian used both his hands and feet, hoping to grab onto something to stop himself. However, when his body was halfway up the mountain, Yang Xiao Tian's head hit a rock. Immediately, blood oozed out from a large area. Yang Xiao Tian also fainted and rolled to the small valley. Yang Xiao Tian was lying on the ground with a large number of wounds on his body. He was motionless like a dead man.
The purple pearl rolled to the side of his head, flashing with a purple light, but it was quickly buried by the blood. Two hours passed. Due to excessive blood loss, Yang Xiao Tian's breathing became weaker and weaker, but no one came. Another two hours passed, but no one noticed him. Yang Xiao Tian gradually stopped breathing. At this moment, the small purple bead flew up, but it no longer had its original luster. The small bead flew more than a meter above Yang Xiao Tian and slowly began to spin. Slowly, it spun faster and faster, producing a suction force that suddenly sucked Yang Xiao Tian in. In an instant, Yang Xiao Tian disappeared from the small valley.
The space inside the bead was purple and occasionally flashed with a purple light. The moment Yang Xiao Tian's body entered, a purple light entered the spiritual altar between his eyebrows and wrapped around his soul. Then, several purple lights entered his body and helped him transform his body. The purple gas also penetrated his skin and nourished his body. Yang Xiao Tian, who was unconscious, did not know what had happened at all, nor did he feel any pain.
After an unknown period of time, Yang Xiao Tian slowly opened his eyes. He looked around and was at a loss. A few images flashed across his mind and Yang Xiao Tian slowly woke up. He knew that he had fallen into a small valley, but he did not know where he was now.
An image flashed through his mind, a scene he had never seen before. A few vortexes appeared in a purplish space. After an unknown period of time, a small five-legged cauldron and a stone tablet appeared in the vortexes. Not long after, the space collapsed and a purple pearl jumped out. It spun quickly and produced a powerful suction force that sucked in the small purple space. With a whoosh, the small bead burrowed into the ground. Then, a large area of space collapsed. The purple mountain rocks disappeared, and a gray space appeared. After an unknown period of time, a huge egg was born in the gray space, absorbing the gray gas.
Slowly, as the gray gas decreased, the giant egg cracked. Cracks began to appear on the top of the giant egg. When the entire egg was filled with cracks, the giant egg trembled and burst out with an intense golden light. After the golden light weakened, a giant with a strong back and a strong waist appeared in front of them. His face was as resolute as a knife and axe. His horns were distinct, and his arms were strong and muscular. He held a huge axe in his right hand and a black jade plate in his left hand. Yang Xiao Tian subconsciously shouted,""Pangu!"
At this moment, Pangu was standing in the Chaos with his axe raised high above his head, emitting an endless killing intent. With a roar, Pangu swung the axe forward. A crack appeared in the Chaos, but it soon disappeared. Seeing this, Pangu kept swinging the axe forward. Finally, when Pangu was about to use up all his strength, the Chaos was split open. Clear air floated up, dirty air sank down, and countless water, wind, and fire surged. Seeing that the Chaos had been split open, Pangu smiled in relief. Suddenly, The Chaos that had been split apart seemed to show signs of merging. Pangu roared again, weighing the Chaos with both hands and stabilizing the earth, water, wind, and fire. From then on, for every ten feet Pangu grew, the distance between heaven and earth was also ten feet.
After an unknown period of time, Pangu saw that heaven and earth no longer showed signs of overlapping, so he fell. The air he exhaled turned into the breeze and the free clouds; the sound he exhaled turned into thunder; his left eye turned into the sun; his right eye turned into the moon; his body turned into a mountain range; his blood turned into a river; his hair and beard turned into stars; his meridians turned into roads; his skin and muscles turned into fertile fields; his hair turned into plants; his teeth and bones turned into metal and rocks; his bones turned into pearls and jade; his sweat turned into the rain that nourished all things. The world was filled with auspicious signs.
Yang Xiao Tian gradually understood that he was standing in the space where the purple pearl had sucked him into before the Primordial Chaos was judged.
Just as Yang Xiao Tian was at a loss, he saw a stone tablet and a small five-legged cauldron. Thus, he slowly walked over, one hand caressing the stele, the other holding the cauldron. He instantly felt a sense of familiarity and familiarity. The small cauldron and the stone tablet trembled slightly before turning into two streaks of purple light. One flew into his glabella, and the other flew into his dantian.
The stone tablet in his mind turned into a small stone tablet. There were many small symbols carved on it, but Yang Xiao Tian could recognize those words: The way of heaven is to be the king, the emperor of the nine continents, and all things are subject to him. The Great Way is the source of all things, and the qi is the spirit. Yang Xiao Tian looked at it and finally understood. This was a cultivation technique that combined with the previous scene, revealing the mysteries of heaven and earth. Although he had accidentally understood it now, he believed that he would understand it sooner or later. The most important thing now was to cultivate this cultivation technique so that he could get out. He looked at the cultivation technique on the stone tablet again. This cultivation technique was divided into three parts. The first level was Qi Refinement, the second level was Soul Formation, and the third level was Fusion.
At this moment, Yang Xiao Tian had no idea that his body had been transformed by the power of laws and the Primordial Purple Qi. As long as he activated the cultivation technique, he would absorb the Primordial Purple Qi on his own.
Yang Xiao Tian sat down cross-legged and silently chanted the incantation. The thick Primordial Purple Qi entered his body and split into two, one for the spiritual altar and the other for the dantian. After an unknown period of time, Yang Xiao Tian's body emitted layers of purple light. It was like an audio recording. It was very solemn and spectacular.
At this time, it had been more than three months since Yang Xiao Tian had been in danger. Yang Xiao Tian lived in Balipu, Tiantai Village, under Phoenix Mountain. It was a family courtyard of a county light industry enterprise that had closed down.
As he had not returned home for more than three months, the neighbors nearby reported the situation to the nearby police station. After investigation by the police, Yang Xiao Tian had lost his mother when he was young and his father a few months ago. He did not have many relatives at home. Due to the poor family conditions, the relatives did not interact much. Therefore, the police filed a case and ruled it as a missing person.
Yang Xiao Tian slowly opened his eyes and stood up. At this moment, he had already cultivated to the second level. Purple qi was misty in his dantian. There was a small vortex in the center that absorbed the Primordial Purple Qi from the outside world from time to time. A small cauldron kept spinning around the vortex. In the middle of the spiritual altar sat a purple baby. At this moment, Yang Xiao Tian's strength was comparable to a Supreme God Realm expert. At this moment, Yang Xiao Tian could clearly feel that the purple pearl was connected to his bloodline. He could also feel that the flow of time in this space was different from the outside world. Yang Xiao Tian fantasized about flying like a little bird, and his body slowly flew up. He muttered to himself, I've heard of cultivation novels before.”
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