The Ancient Vast Realm

Feng Xuan sat quietly on the stone bench in the courtyard, watching the sun fade away in the sky. The dim twilight shone on his face, making him look much younger.

Feng Xuan, who had been quiet all this time, suddenly said: "Dad, my time is almost up..."

Beside him lay lazily a young man with a handsome face and a dashing temperament. In the man's hand, he was rubbing a gray cat beast.

If anyone familiar sees it, they will definitely exclaim, "Feng Qinghua!"

Yes, this man was Feng Qinghua when he was young. At that time, he was also the object of Feng Xuan's greatest admiration. When he was young, Feng Qinghua was not only powerful, but also extraordinary in appearance.

Feng Qinghua looked at the scene in the courtyard with a faint smile on his face and stroked the cat in his arms.

"Go, you don't belong here in the first place, not just me, everything here is just your imagination, you should know, child."

Feng Xuan did not dare to look up at Feng Qinghua, but said timidly

"I haven't seen you for a long time. I miss you, dad, and I also miss my grandma... but I can't even remember what my grandma looked like."

Feng Xuan said with a slightly choked tone, clenching his fists tightly as he did not want to face the reality of all this.

Feng Qinghua's smile faded, and she looked back with sad eyes.

In the shadow of the courtyard, a thin woman in simple clothes was looking at the two of them quietly.

Under the eaves, the woman's face could not be seen clearly. Everything about her was hidden in the shadows, and only the corners of her smiling mouth were revealed in a ray of light.

The woman said nothing, just looked at the man in front of her with a smile in the dark, sitting quietly.

Feng Qinghua withdrew his gaze, held up the cat beast in his arms and teased it, and laughed heartily at the same time:

"Go on, child, don't linger on the past, don't stay in the present. Your future is more than this. I will watch you silently until you forget me in the years. I believe that you at that time are no longer That little crybaby..."

Feng Xuan suddenly raised his head when he heard this, but there was no trace of his figure on the wicker chair, leaving only a wicker chair that kept shaking.

Feng Xuan stood up silently, and suddenly looked back, and saw that the woman who was sitting and standing had stood up at some point, looking at Feng Xuan with some reluctance, then waved to Feng Xuan gently, and slowly turned towards Walking into the unknown darkness behind him, his figure gradually disappeared into nothingness.

Feng Xuan wanted to raise his hand to stay and opened his mouth, but he didn't say a word for a long time.

Feng Xuan looked at the sky dejectedly, but the sunset on the horizon had begun to distort, and invisible ripples began to distort everything.

Scanning the surroundings, I saw that the courtyard was dissipating little by little, turning into countless light spots and disappearing into nothingness.

In the end, Feng Xuan stood in a dark void.

Feng Xuan raised his hand and looked at his body. His chubby little hands and chubby little feet all showed that he was just a little baby now.

"The old dream is broken, it's time to wake up"

Feng Xuan's round face looked expressionlessly at the darkness in front of him.

In fact, he always knew that he was in a dream. Both his father and his mother were just afterimages of his own obsessions in his heart. Everything was false, but he was unwilling to wake up immediately.

But no matter how long the dream is, it will eventually come to an end, and when he wakes up from the dream, he will transform!

"Is this the realm of spirit witches? Is this the level of shamanism? Minghun minghun, understanding one's own heart, understanding one's own soul, turning one's soul into a spiritual infant, this is the level of witch cultivation. road"

Feng Xuan's young body gradually clenched his fists and punched fiercely towards the darkness ahead.

"Crush it for me!"

Bang!

As if the mirror was smashed, the dark space instantly turned into countless fragments, shattering around Feng Xuan.

As soon as Feng Xuan's spiritual infant came into contact with the outside world, he slowly felt himself floating, and his consciousness gradually dispersed into the tribe.

He saw the smoke coming from the kitchen, the aunts cooking, and the uncles practicing boxing.

The mischievous Xuan Ying Xiao Qi was tiptoeing in the slaughterhouse to steal the fresh animal meat hanging at the door. Uncle Gu, who had his back to Xiao Qi, clearly raised the corners of his mouth, but deliberately pretended not to notice, squatting in front of him and working hard. Meat cleaver in hand.

Feng Xuan's spiritual consciousness gradually penetrated into the martial arts hall and saw Uncle Xuan Niu telling the children the story of their group's battle with three black black snakes.

Although it didn't sound that way to Feng Xuan, Uncle Xuan Niu told this story to be more interesting and more intense than during the war, but the actual battle seemed so boring to Feng Xuan.

Feng Xuan wanted to take a look at the Witch Sacrifice Hall again, but he found that the same majestic spiritual power blocked his exploration. This made Feng Xuan know that this was the wizard's method, which made him quickly remove his spiritual power. knowledge.

In the Witch Sacrifice Hall, the old witch who was mixing the secret medicine felt the detection of a strange spiritual consciousness. He just subconsciously blocked the other party's detection and suddenly realized.

"Could it be that brat who has woken up? What a reckless brat!"

The old wizard cursed helplessly, but a smile appeared on his lips.

Humming a tune leisurely, he put down the secret medicine in his hand, dug out a jar of spiritual wine from the cabinet on the side, lay down comfortably on the wicker chair, poured himself a small glass of spiritual wine, and sipped it comfortably. Taking a small sip, my fingers unconsciously tapped on the wine glass.

After Feng Xuan stopped exploring the Witch Sacrifice Hall, he suddenly looked curiously at his own body.

However, Feng Xuan's face changed drastically after seeing this. He saw a black vortex slowly rotating above him. In the depths of the vortex, there was a boundless sea of ​​black fog rolling, releasing a breath that made Feng Xuan shudder.

"Is that the so-called source of disaster? Is this the weird source of the entire Feng family?"

Feng Xuan looked at the black fog vortex above his head with an ugly face and muttered to himself.

Feng Xuan also noticed that when he noticed the sea of ​​black fog, a little bit of black fog actually sank along the vortex channel. Although the momentum was slow, it fell firmly towards his head.

Feng Xuan was not surprised. Before, the bronze scroll mentioned in the information given to him that He would release the disaster bit by bit to reduce the disaster for himself.

However, after each breakthrough, the soul breath leaked out due to the surge of breath, which would inevitably be discovered by the source of disaster, and would bring about a greater disaster. I am afraid that when the black fog reaches his soul and body from the vortex, the next disaster will arrive.

Feng Xuan took a deep breath and no longer paid attention to the black fog vortex. This was not something he could fight against at present, and he could only rely on the suppression of the bronze space to survive.

Consciousness gradually sank into his body. Feng Xuan, who was lying on the stone bed, slowly opened his eyes and stared at the roof in a daze for a moment. When he saw Shuangniu and Xuan Ling beside him, he felt relieved.

Xuan Shuang, who had been paying attention to Feng Xuan's condition, also saw Feng Xuan's awakening, and exclaimed in surprise. Then the whole person fell on Feng Xuan like a koala, and threw Feng Xuan, who had not yet completely controlled his body and had just struggled to get up, onto the bed again, and the back of his head hit the edge of the stone bed hard.