In the ancient land, monsters are everywhere, monsters are hunting and killing the human race without any intention, and the human race is weak.

In the first year of Taichu, a sacred mountain fell from the sky, and the four big words "The Way of Heaven is Clear" were written on it. The three great sages of the human race watched the sacred mountain, created supernatural powers, established eighty-one holy academies to educate sentient beings, and eventually became a great fortune for the human race, competing with the demons and barbarians to dominate the world.

The human race is immortal, and the great way will prosper forever!

Qingyue City, Nanxingyuan.

With the end of the last spring rain, Qingyue City ushered in another summer!

The slightly hot weather made many students in Nanxing College drowsy, but the students in junior high school class three were all full of energy, their eyes were rounded, and they stared at the fifteen-year-old girl in white dress on the podium.

"The path of martial arts is full of hardships. Apprentices alone are divided into ten stars. Only when they practice above the ten stars can they become warriors. If they break through the warriors, they are Ningyuan, Guiyuan, and Shenyuan. It is not easy to reach the three-yuan realm. If someone has outstanding talent and breaks through the three-yuan realm, they can become the emperor and powerful person who protects the human race's fortune. There are only 36 emperors in the history of our human race. Keep going up, understand the great way of heaven and earth, and create supreme magical powers, and become a saint, but for thousands of years, there have been only three people!"

"In addition to millions of magical powers, our human race also has supreme divine patterns and barbarian bone Taoist weapons, which are races blessed by the way of heaven. Now, let's talk about divine patterns!"

The girl in white dress stood on the podium, her clear and transparent eyes swept across the students sitting upright. Her light and elegant voice was like a clear spring, crisp and pleasant.

The girl is named Lin Ziyan, a student of the genius class of the Nanxing Academy. She is only fifteen years old, but she is about to become a real warrior. Being able to achieve such achievements at her age is simply a monster.

Moreover, Miss Ziyan is a favorite student of the vice president of Nanxing College. Such a proud daughter is a place where she teaches as a substitute teacher today!

"If you compare supernatural powers to characters, then the divine pattern is a stroke. Only by understanding the divine pattern and mastering the strokes can you write the characters and cultivate supernatural powers!"

"The three-level tide palm is a spiritual-level low-level magic power composed of thirty-six basic divine patterns. Today I will mainly tell you the first three of these thirty-six divine patterns!"

She walked a few steps forward and looked at the students and told them.

The purple-like hair was scattered behind her like a waterfall. Crystal beads made of golden silk hung a bunch of purple hair on their ears. The classic white silk long skirt outlined the upper body in a delicate and delicate way. The front of the sleeves showed half of the arms like white jade, and a silver bracelet without any decoration was hung on her slender wrist. Her temperament was elegant, like a fairy lotus without dust on the top of a snow mountain.

His stunning face and mysterious background are also the disciple of Vice President Nanxing, and he is already a ten-star apprentice and is about to become a great warrior. Such an identity undoubtedly makes the children in Class 3 of Junior High School admire him.

The structure of the divine pattern is extremely complex and complicated, but Lin Ziyan picked it up at random and accurately wrote out three divine patterns. After writing it, the top part of the shoulders and neck of the long skirt was faintly exposed with beautiful lines and clearly visible collarbones. The skirt flowed like moonlight, and every frown and smile exuded a heart-pounding charm.

Most of the children in Class 3 of Junior Class are around twelve or thirteen years old, and their faces are still childish. They sit respectfully one by one, and look at Miss Ziyan with admiration and admiration in their eyes.

"Miss Ziyan is so beautiful!"

"I must become a warrior and kill the demon man side by side with Miss Zi Yan!"

This is undoubtedly the voice of most boys. Being able to kill monsters alongside Miss Zi Yan is definitely something countless people long for their entire lives.

At this time, at the end of the classroom, a slightly thin boy was in a daze. He was sitting at the end of the classroom, blocked by the previous teenagers, and almost no one noticed him. His eyebrows were pretty, although not particularly handsome, but also had a clear outline, and a lively look flashed in his deep eyes.

Ye Wei was originally a person with a low sense of existence. Whether in this class or in the family, he was only a red-level person, and almost no one would pay attention to him. He still vaguely remembered the disappointed expression of the elders of the family when they knew that he was only a red-level person of consciousness.

"Divine Pattern... I, Ye Wei, never hopes to become a warrior in my life. What's the use of learning divine patterns? Without Yuanli, even divine patterns cannot be outlined!"

Ye Wei had a self-deprecating smile on his lips. Thinking of the test results before entering Nanxing Academy, he couldn't help but shook his palms hard, and blue veins appeared on the back of his hand.

The talent of the sea of ​​consciousness is divided into seven levels: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple. Ye Wei's talent is the weakest red-level sea of ​​consciousness. Even if he works hard, he will become a level ten apprentice at most and have no hope of becoming a warrior.

"I was bullied and ridiculed in the academy, but no one in the family is concerned!"

"I, Ye Wei, also want to be a genius like Miss Zi Yan, also want to be a warrior who is valued by the family like my cousin Ye Chong, and also want to be the pride of the family and be looked up to by others, but... why is reality so cruel!"

Ye Wei buried too many unwillingness in his heart. He even tried to break through the sea of ​​consciousness countless times, but all failed.

After years of hard work, I ended up getting nothing. This kind of pain is not something that ordinary people can tolerate.

Although Ye Wei never gave up, the reality cannot be changed.

Ye Wei pursed his lips slightly, and a faint bitterness lingered in his heart. His fingers unconsciously plucked around the table, without any intention of listening to the class. On the desk in front of him, a book made of cowhide and paper was lying quietly. This book was very worn out, as if it had been burned by fire, covered with charred marks.

On the cover of the book, a towering green mountain soars straight into the sky and stands tall.

There seem to be a few vague big words on the Qingshan Mountain. Although I can't see what it is written clearly, there is a vague sense of dignity coming to my face.

This dilapidated ancient book was picked by Ye Wei from the garbage dump in the family's basement. It is rumored that the Ye family was extremely powerful, the imperial family, and the ancestors were powerful people at the level of the emperor. However, the glorious past has long been destroyed in the dust of history... The current Ye family, Qingyue City, which is extremely inconspicuous in the western border of the Great Zhou Dynasty, is only a second-rate family!

Ye Wei unconsciously stroked the cover of this shabby ancient book. The cover had a rough texture, giving people an indescribable and weird feeling.

What Ye Wei didn't know was that when he was stroking the old ancient book, a stream of strange invisible forces that were invisible to the naked eye were spreading rapidly with his fingers as the center, like ripples on the water surface, spreading in circles.

Ye Wei yawned and suddenly felt very sleepy, his eyelids were getting more and more unable to hold on. In a daze, he fell asleep on the shabby ancient book.

Ye Wei fell into a long dream!

This is a very long dream. Ye Wei dreamed of a towering green mountain with lush pines and cypresses. Looking at him intently, there seemed to be hundreds of millions of mysterious patterns on the mountain waving. Suddenly, the entire green mountain shattered and turned into flame divine stones. One of the divine stones rushed towards Ye Wei. The mysterious patterns on the divine stone seemed to be alive, and they were madly drilling into Ye Wei's mind. Then all kinds of divine pattern knowledge suddenly exploded in his mind, causing Ye Wei's headache.

The green mountains in the dilapidated ancient book disappeared quietly at some point...
Chapter completed!