The Prince of the World Chapter 1: The rebirth of the traveler

　The Heavenly Desolate Continent, the Big Cloud Empire, is a corner.

　At the foot of the barren mountain, there is a thatched hut. The red sun is rising. A rickety old man dressed in gray robe and withered hair walked out slowly. A ray of sadness flashed in his cloudy eyes, and he staggered to the top of the barren mountain. Crawl away.

　　 I don’t know how long it took before the old man finally climbed onto the vast barren mountain, but the sun was already setting.

　　　 gazed at the red sun that was about to fall, he let out a long sigh, like a pity, like a lonely: under the red sunset, it will rise again the next day, but... after he died, he would do it again Chance?

　　 looked down, stared at the bottomless abyss that was enough to swallow him, closed his eyes in despair, and flashed through his mind what he had experienced for a hundred years like a movie.

　　His name is Yanli. A hundred years ago, his soul was worn on the Heavenly Desolate Continent where Wu is the respect, and he was attached to a certain waste material disciple in the "Great Desert Palace". Perhaps it was the union of souls and mutations. He transformed himself into a palace. A talented disciple of the younger generation, and a man of the wind.

　　 That year, Lin Jingyun was not a peerless sword **** who was famous all over the mainland, but a black-bellied boy; that year, Long Ziyue entered the sect at the beginning of the sect, and she was not a goddess who was admired by thousands.

　　 Later, the future sword **** became his little brother, and the future goddess was also successfully convinced by him and fell in love with him.

　　His cultivation base has also risen steadily, breaking through the Yuan realm in just three years and achieving the Profound Realm. The younger generation is unmatched. The palace lord of the Great Desolation Palace personally announced that he will be the heir to the head.

　　 At that time, he was very energetic and didn't show the people of the world in his eyes, thinking that the whole world belonged to him.

　　 But, just one night, a mysterious person sneaked into his room and broke his foundation. From then on, no matter how he cultivates, his cultivation level will not increase by half, instead he quickly regresses.

　　 Within a year, he slipped from the Profound Realm to the Yuan Realm.

　　 Two years later, he degenerates from the Primordial Realm to the Qi Refining Stage.

During the period of 　　, the masters in the palace took actions one after another, and even the Palace Lord of the Great Desolation personally inspected his body, but there was nothing to do.

　　Waste material becomes genius, and genius becomes waste material again!

　　 God seems to have made a big joke on him.

　　Lonely, helpless, angry, and ashamed!

　　After spending countless manpower and material resources unable to save him, the Great Desert Palace completely abandoned him.

　　 The subsequent rolling eyes, ridicule, and disdain made him feel frustrated, because many people who mocked and disdain him had slapped him before. At this moment, he knew, This world is not his.

　　 There are only two people who have never laughed at him or abandon him, one is his brother and the other is his lover.

　　 But, he lived up to their expectations. No matter how hard he tried, his cultivation level would not increase but decrease. A few years later, he degenerates to a level of Qi refining, which is inferior to a disciple of the Great Deserted Palace.

　　He gave up and became a waste person who was eating and waiting to die!

　　 But they still did not give up, and at the same time, they became stronger and stronger, and they found him many treasures of heaven and earth, all kinds of spiritual pills, but... to no avail.

　　 Ten years later, one day, Lin Jingyun came back covered with blood and told him a news that a group of mysterious people took Long Ziyue away.

　　 From then on, Long Ziyue was missing. Yan Li's heart was completely dead. He quietly left the deserted palace and lived in seclusion in a remote wasteland. The dazzling hundred years have passed, and he is dying.

　　　 A drop of old tears slipped down, expressing endless sadness and unwillingness!

　　 "Zi Yue, if there is an afterlife, I still love you." Yan Li plunged into the abyss, and the darkness swallowed his figure.

　　　 Feeling the cold breeze in her ears, Yan Li's heart is like a pool of stagnant water, she can't make any waves anymore, and slowly closes her eyes.

　　…………

　　 Yanli opened her eyes with difficulty, feeling tingling pains in her chest, and at the same time, there was a burst of intermittent sobs from a young girl in her ears.

　　 reached out and touched a layer of soft animal skin cushion, trying to support the body, but felt a tearing pain in the chest.

　　"Hmm"

　　 He frowned slightly and couldn't help letting out a soft snort.

　　 Following his soft snort, the sobbing sound stopped abruptly. Then, a crisp voice mixed with surprises rang out, "Steward Wu, the little prince is awake!"

　　 The breeze blew her face, and Yan Li felt that there was one more person in the carriage. He turned his head hard, and a middle-aged man in a black robe appeared in his eyes, vaguely familiar.

　　 "You...!"

　　 "Little lord, don't talk, it will affect the injury."

　　 A ray of surprise flashed across the face of the middle-aged black robe to stop him, and then he took out a snow white pill with bursts of fragrance and fed it into his mouth.

　　 Yan opened her mouth subconsciously, and the pill melted in the mouth, and then turned into a stream of heat, rushing to his chest. At this moment, he wanted to understand what was going on, but there was a huge in his mind. Tiredness came, and slowly, his eyelids closed together.

　　 seeing this in the middle-aged black robe, he let out a long sigh of relief, "Ling'er, take good care of the little lord."

　　 "Yes." Linger nodded hurriedly.

　　 I don’t know how long it took, Yan Li regained consciousness again, but he did not open his eyes, his chest was still aching, and he worked hard to integrate another memory in his mind that did not belong to him.

　　 In a blink of an eye, three days have passed.

　　yanli slowly opened his eyes, and a strange and complicated brilliance flashed in the depths of his eyes. In the past three days, he had sorted out and merged another memory.

　　 He exhaled heavily, but he couldn't calm his excitement for a long time.

　　He was reborn, reborn on Li Li, the son of Li Wuming, the prince of the Great Cloud Kingdom who should have died a hundred years ago on the Heavenly Desolate Continent.

　　 "God, is it your chance to give me another chance after hearing my call?" Yan Li's eyes seemed to penetrate the carriage and onto the blue sky.

　　"Lin Jingyun, my brother, Ziyue, my love, I am back, and in this life, I will never let you down again, I will accompany you to the top, smile at the situation, the person who ruined my foundation in previous lives , I will not let you go... I will make you pay an extremely painful price!"

　　 The world is impermanent, and God’s will is unpredictable.

　　 Crossing was originally an extremely outrageous thing, but he did not expect that he, who died after crossing, would be born again. At this moment, Yan Li had a deep awe of the will of heaven, and at the same time, he was even more curious. What caused his rebirth after crossing this time?

　　 "Ling'er." Yan Li called softly.

　　 "Little Prince."

　　 A small hand rested gently on his waist and lifted him up.

　　yan's eyes fell on the 14-year-old, but caring, lovely girl, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, "I'm hungry."

　　"Little prince wait a minute, Linger will prepare Linger porridge for you."

　　　 Yan Li lightly nodded, then leaned her body on the carriage, closed her eyes and rested her mind. He had just recovered from a serious injury, and he still needs to rest in order to regain his vitality.

　　The Heavenly Desolate Continent respects martial arts. After tens of thousands of years of development, both martial arts and various martial arts have been classified and divided in detail.

　　The martial arts realm is divided into refining qi, Yuan realm, Xuan realm and other realms.

　　 There are ten levels of refining qi, and the Yuan realm is divided into three realms: Ningyuan, Shenyuan, and Poyuan;

　　 Profound Realm is subdivided into three realms: Human Profound, Earth Profound, and Sky Profound Realm.

　　All martial arts are also classified, from low to high: yellow, mysterious, earth, sky, sage, and god, each of which is subdivided into upper, middle and lower grades.

　　 Yan Li is no stranger to the division of realm and martial skill level. He has systematically studied it in his previous life. When the little maid Ling'er prepared food for him, he slowly sensed the cultivation of this new body.

　　 Then, he nodded with satisfaction, "Well, yes, he has completed his qi refining at the age of fourteen, and he is considered a rare genius for cultivation."

　　 What surprised Yan Li even more was that the foundation of this body was played quite well. Although the vitality in the sea of ​​Qi was weak, it was very pure.

　　Heavenly Desolate Continent, warriors can absorb a gas called "Vital Energy" between heaven and earth to strengthen themselves.

　　Refine Qi! Refining!

　　 is the process of absorbing the vitality of the heavens and the earth, refining and returning it to the sea of ​​qi, to strengthen oneself and increase vitality. In the words of the earth, it is to use vitality to change the genetic structure and make the genetic chain more perfect.

　　 Yanli once compared the people on the earth with the people on the deserted continent, and found that the average life expectancy of the inhabitants of the deserted continent is higher than that of the people on earth.

　　 The reason for this result is that there is vitality on the Tianhuang Continent, but not on the earth. Before crossing, he was a graduate student in the Department of History.

　　 For a period of time, he was very curious about Chinese martial arts, and he deliberately came into contact with some martial artists who practiced Chinese martial arts. They did not have the so-called true spirit horse in their bodies. They relied on physical strength and explosive power on the one hand, and skills and experience on the other. It is taller than ordinary people, even shorter than ordinary people, and even some masters of national martial arts will suddenly die for no reason.

　　 After thinking about it, Yan Li believes that the cause of their sudden death is the excessive overdraft of the human body's vitality, which will cause short lives.

　　 But it’s different in Tianhuang Continent. There is vitality here, which absorbs vitality and can increase vitality. The higher the realm of the warrior, the longer the life span.

　　 It is said that a master who has reached the profound realm~ IndoMTL.com~ can live at least two hundred years old. In the previous life, even if the Yan’s roots were destroyed and the cultivation base degraded to triple Qi refining, he would still live a full 100 years. If this Put it on the earth, it can definitely be called a longevity.

　　"Little lord, the congee is here."

　　　 Ling'er carried a bowl of fragrant, golden-colored porridge into the carriage and held it in front of Yan Li, interrupting his thinking.

　　 "Gu Gu."

　　 I haven't eaten for a few days, and my stomach has already begun to rebel. For a while, under the strange eyes of Ling'er, Yan Li's old face is 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. The ones that could eat spiritual rice were generally only royal nobles and high-level sects. Disciple, because there is a small amount of vitality in the spiritual rice, after eating it, you can increase your strength and improve your physical fitness. If you take it for a long time, it will be of great benefit to your cultivation.

　　 "Give it to me."

　　 Linger shook his head, "The little prince has just recovered from his severe injury. Let Linger come to feed you."

　　 "Okay." Yan Li is not a pedantic person. It is also a blessing to enjoy the feeding of a beautiful little loli.

　　 Ling porridge has a fresh fragrance in the mouth, and after swallowing it in the abdomen, I feel a weak vitality emanating, nourishing Yan Li's slightly weak body.

　　 A bowl of porridge, fed a full stick of incense, after eating, Yan Li leaned on the carriage in a comfortable position, thinking about the way out.