In the cold winter season, there is heavy rain, accompanied by dull thunder, but no lightning. The vast snowfield is a bit strange and cold.
Jun Tian rushed through the rain, splashing snow as he stepped on it. He ran with all his strength and rushed to Xueyuan Town at an extremely fast speed.
The whole town is deserted. Due to the arrival of the Jin family and the leakage of cold air in the treasure area, the climate here has become harsh and many capable people in the town have left.
Jun Tian glanced in the direction of his home, and vaguely saw a familiar figure standing at the door. He was tall, with a heroic look on his eyebrows. He was a heroic old man.
Juntian's fists clenched suddenly, and he inexplicably thought of the sealed life wheel... His intuition told him that this matter might be related to the empty tomb, and he urgently wanted to understand everything in the past.
"Buzz!"
The snow-white animal egg sits on Juntian's head, like a fist-sized piece of exquisite jade. It looks holy and flawless in the night rain. It seems to feel Juntian's sad mood and keeps shaking the soft eggshell, as if to comfort him.
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"Little guy, I'll call you caring little baby from now on." Jun Tian was amused, and now he felt that if grandpa was really still alive, it would be a great good thing and he shouldn't be sad.
The beast egg protested strongly, like a ball being hit on the head, and made a sound of "beep" and "beep".
"Should I call you baby?"
The beast's egg was so angry that its white eggshell turned silvery white and expanded rapidly, spitting out a bright glow, like a big bulging rubber ball. It was strongly dissatisfied and protested.
Dang Dang Dang...
Although it was already late at night, in the blacksmith shop on the street, the sound of forging iron could still be heard, sonorous and powerful, with sparks sputtering.
In the blacksmith shop, there was a middle-aged man wearing a tattered leather coat, with a tall back, a bronze body, long messy hair, and an unkempt beard.
He is strong and sturdy, tall and taller than Xiang Long. His body seems to be made of molten iron, full of powerful force. He is turning a black giant hammer to temper his weapons.
The blacksmith is a well-known master craftsman and enjoys a high reputation in Xueyuan Town. I remember that when he was very young, Jun Tian often helped in the blacksmith shop. His strength is closely related to the forging of iron since he was a child.
"Clang."
Seeing the young man entering the door, the blacksmith dropped the giant hammer in his hand, strode forward, and laughed loudly: "Juntian, when did you come back? Everyone in the town thought you went to the Eastern Region and would never come back.
coming."
"Uncle Blacksmith."
Jun Tian shook off the rainwater on his body, squeezed out a smile on his face, and said: "There was an accident on the road. Fortunately, Yun Xi reached the Eastern Region safely and entered the Cave Heaven Paradise to practice. He will definitely be able to live a good life in the future.
"
The blacksmith noticed something was wrong with Jun Tian's mood. He moved a chair for him to sit down and sighed: "The Eastern Region is too far away, so what are you going to do? When will you leave for the Eastern Region?"
"I just went to see grandpa."
Jun Tian sat down and looked up at the blacksmith. When he saw his body swaying slightly, he said in a deep voice: "Uncle blacksmith, should you tell me something? Where is grandpa's body? Is he not dead?"
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The blacksmith lit the dry smoke in silence and squatted down to smoke.
The atmosphere in the room was a bit depressing. There was silence for a long time. The blacksmith sighed and walked towards the back room with a solemn expression. He quickly held the dusty iron box, which made a heavy sound when it fell to the ground.
Jun Tian was surprised. He opened the iron box and found an iron sword inside. It was completely black and had some rust. The sword body was wide and thick. It didn't look like an iron sword, but like a giant iron plate.
"Good weight!"
He grasped the hilt of the sword, and his strength was as strong as carrying a mountain. This made him deeply shocked. It seemed that the blacksmith could easily pick up such a heavy iron sword just now.
"The weight of an iron sword varies from person to person."
The blacksmith said this: "The stronger your strength, the stronger the weight of the giant sword. Your grandfather gave this to me before he left. He said that if you can walk on the path of spiritual practice, he will give it to you."
"
Jun Tian lost his mind. He stood up slowly, holding the giant iron sword, and said in a trembling voice: "So, grandpa is really alive? Where has he gone, and why should he hide it?!"
The blacksmith shook his head, he didn't know.
"I am already a practitioner, what else do I have to hide? Uncle Blacksmith, you should have told me."
Jun Tian's eyes were red and his voice was a little hoarse. He also swung the iron sword violently. He could feel its abnormal strength. Although it didn't have any magical manifestation, it was comparable to the mountains being rotated by him and breaking the vacuum.
This heavy sword always gives Jun Tian a sense of unfathomability, but with his strength, it is extremely difficult for him to wield it with flying colors.
The blacksmith sighed and said: "Jun Tian, knowing some things may not be a benefit. I know you are no longer a mortal, but some things are difficult to solve. Do you understand what I mean?"
"I am very weak, but that doesn't mean I won't be strong enough in the future!"
Juntian's eyes widened and he shouted: "I want to know what happened, what I went through in the past, why grandpa faked his death and left us, I want to know everything!"
The blacksmith smiled bitterly, squatted down, and smoked dry cigarettes. His mouth and nose were filled with smoke. He suddenly sighed: "My child, you still have a long way to go. What does the North Pole mean, and what does the East China Continent mean?"
Jun Tian was shocked. The world he was in was called East God Continent. Could it be that there is a broader world outside of East God Continent?
He was indeed shocked by the blacksmith's remarks. He was afraid that if these words were spread, others would think him a madman.
"The vastness of the world is far beyond your imagination. The earth is vast and boundless. Even a strong person from the origin cannot complete the whole world in his lifetime. Of course, the Eastern Divine Continent is vast enough. It is not a small feat to become famous here.
It’s accomplished.”
The blacksmith looked at the door and sighed quietly: "However, the resources in the world are always limited. The powerful clans have opened up caves and gathered the essence of the sun and the moon. They can cultivate young geniuses from generation to generation, and even kingly overlords. They enjoy the sacrifices of all living beings.
Worship, on the contrary, without these, future practice will be very difficult."
Jun Tian nodded silently, the strong are limited, the genius is scarce, and his life wheel is sealed, he is on the path of the origin of life, and he has higher requirements for the environment of heaven and earth.
"Uncle Blacksmith, what exactly do you want to say?" Jun Tian frowned.
"What I want to say is that when you are strong enough and qualified to overlook one side, you will be able to understand some of the answers yourself."
The blacksmith's words became high-pitched and he said: "But this is difficult. There is no free lunch in the world, and if you want to do this, you have to fight life and death in order to seize the good fortune and move to a higher realm."
"The path of the strong..."
Jun Tian clenched his fist quietly. The law of the cultivation world is that the weak eat the strong. If you want to get something, you have to fight, kill, and fight with your life.
He recalled the ten elders who died tragically. They originally had enough faith and expected to lead the tribe to glory, but in the end they died without even seeing the shadow of the treasure.
Jun Tian slowly walked towards the door, his eyes were clear, and he looked up at the night sky. A strong fighting spirit suddenly emerged in his body, and a golden glow surrounded his body, and his temperament changed.
He never thought about competing for hegemony, he only wanted to lead a peaceful life with his sister, but at this moment, he had ambitions in his heart, and he dared to compete with the geniuses of the world.
Juntian knows that he is weak now, but it does not mean that he will not be strong enough in the future!
"Have you ever traveled across the universe?"
Jun Tian turned around, his mentality had changed, not to mention that he was now a monk in the realm of Shen Zang Realm, and was no longer an ordinary citizen who had been bullied by others.
"I didn't. Your grandfather told me many things."
The blacksmith said: "Your grandfather was very decisive at that time. He probably didn't expect that you would be able to successfully embark on the road to origin."
Juntian's eyes were shining brightly. Grandpa might know that his life wheel was sealed, which shocked him greatly.
He wanted to know too much, but the blacksmith shook his head. He knew very little and didn't say anything more.
Jun Tian smiled bitterly, but he was extremely excited as he could confirm that his grandfather was still alive.
Wow!
Jun Tian found a black iron chain from the blacksmith shop and put the heavy sword on his back. His body trembled violently and he made a muffled sound.
"It's so heavy!"
The corners of Juntian's eyes twitched slightly, as if he was walking with a mountain on his back, and his back looked extremely tall.
"Well, why are you carrying it on your back? You can't move it freely yet, and you don't know the secrets of the sword." The blacksmith was stunned. The black giant sword was surprisingly heavy. Are you going to become an ascetic monk?
"I can exercise my physical body and hone my life growth!"
Juntian responded, and through extreme physical training, the more stimulating physical treasures were revived.
"Uncle Blacksmith, it's time for me to go."
Looking back at the blacksmith shop, Jun Tian raised his feet and walked away. He wanted to find his own way to be strong.
The blacksmith stood at the door, looking at the boy disappearing into the street against the night rain. He was silent, like a giant standing in the dark night.
(Something happened at noon, so I updated it in advance)