Starting with Hundred of Millions of Guardian Spirits

"It's too early to think about those now."

Xia Yan, who was still under the sword-making shed in the small mountain village, murmured, and then lost his mind, and temporarily cast aside these distracting thoughts.

He turned his head, his gaze fell on the young boy who was gradually growing for him.

The young boy was not very old, at best he was fourteen or five years old. In fact, he was not much younger than Xia Yan.

But Xia Yan's experience is far from what this child can compare.

Now Xia Yan, his childishness has long since faded, and his whole person is like a bottomless lake, unfathomable and mysterious.

"Child, do you remember the previous feeling?"

The young boy could understand Xia Yan's words.

Xia Yan asked him exactly what he felt when he was observing the inscription.

When Xia Yan wrote the inscription of his own destiny, he and this young boy were the only ones in the whole world who were not affected.

There is a great mystery in this child!

From the beginning, Xia Yan was very clear.

"I, I..." The young boy stretched out his hand and scratched his head, frowned in thought, and said with some uncertainty: "At that meeting, a word seemed to emerge in my heart."

"But I don't know that word."

The little boy said bitterly.

Xia Yan was shocked when he heard this.

word!

Words he doesn't know!

What can it be? !

Not words, but traces of the avenue!

His eyes narrowed slightly, Xia Yan could finally be sure, his hunch was correct.

There are traces of the road on this child!

That is a strangeness that even the child himself has not discovered.

The avenue is impermanent, intangible, and stateless.

Since it can be contained in Dahe's sword intent, why can't it be in a creature?

This is the terrible thing about Dadao, and it cannot be inferred according to common sense...

This era is the last carnival moment in the world. It is an era in which the nine characters on the road can be touched.

Xia Yan couldn't help turning his hand, and a pen and paper appeared in his palm.

He put the pen and paper on the sword-making platform, and said with a smile: "Can you write down that character?"

"Huh?" The young boy was taken aback, because he was so confused now that he didn't understand.

However, after waking up, the young boy picked up his pen and nodded and said, "No problem. Although I don't recognize the handwriting, I still remember the look of it."

While speaking, the young boy stroked the paper carefully, writing a strange handwriting carefully.

That word has never appeared in human history.

No one can recognize it.

Except for those who feel the avenue!

Xia Yan inherently has such an advantage over many people.

Because he has been in contact with the avenue, he understands what it feels like.

It's like a person who hasn't had that kind of experience, even if he watches more of that movie, he doesn't know what it is like.

"Avenue..."

"It's a big road..."

Xia Yan's heart was shocked, and at this moment, he understood the meaning of this handwriting.

"The power increases by 2367, 3746!"

"Agility increased by 2236, 2878!"

"Mana increased by 2376, 2837!"

The increase in attribute points by ten million means that Xia Yan has suddenly gained an all-round improvement of 200 million level at this moment!

This is the most basic benefit that the avenue can bring.

Of course, the greatest benefit of the avenue is the mystery contained in the avenue, and the hope that it can truly detach from the future.

In a trance, Xia Yan seemed to see a strange picture.

He is like a bystander.

Being in one world.

There is a strange rhythm in the heaven and earth.

Occasionally, like a piece of music, I composed a beautiful piece of music in the world.

He saw a classroom.

There is an old gentleman inside who is playing the piano for the children in class.

The sound of the piano contains a strange rhythm...

Immediately afterwards, Xia Yan came to a green mountain and green water.

On the asphalt road in Panshan, there is a wandering painter who has straightened up his easel, and is serious, holding a pen to depict the scenery of the mountains and rivers opposite.

Every stroke of the painter has a strange rhythm...

"It's all the same, they all have the same rhythm in their movements..."

Xia Yan's heart gradually became clear.

He also saw a mother knitting a sweater for his child. Under the sun of the sun, the knitting and threading, the loving behavior of a loving mother, again and again, contained a strange rhythm...

The fastest man has a different pace.

The highly skilled builders, even the simple bricklaying, are completely different from others.

...

A hard-working code farmer is typing frantically on the keyboard...

Everything in the world, in every industry, always has something different.

Today, they all passed Xia Yan's eyes one by one.

Xia Yan was like a bystander. At this moment, he saw all the different people in the world.

But they are just different from their peers.

These are unique from all walks of life, but their different jobs contain the same charm.

...

"Dao, these people have traces of the road..."

"In other words, this avenue is a strange rhythm."

Xia Yan slowly opened his eyes. In fact, at that moment, he saw tens of thousands of practitioners in different industries, but in reality it was only a moment.

The young boy was still writing there, but there was still the last stroke left, but he couldn't write it even after racking his brains.

Xia Yan smiled suddenly, then took the pen in his hand and wrote the last stroke on the paper.

"what!"

"exactly!"

"That's the word, but what is it?" The young boy was overjoyed at first, and then he became confused.

Xia Yan smiled faintly: "This word represents the great harmony of the world."

"The world is in harmony?" The young boy became more and more confused. He was only a part of the traces of the avenue and did not understand the avenue.

Just like an opportunity, Xia Yan discovered that there was a certain strangeness in his movements when he was casting a sword. After passing him, Xia Yan realized this great path.

Xia Yan didn't explain much to the young boy either.

The law of the Great Dao, to understand is to understand, if you don't understand, it is useless to say more.

"I call this word rhyme."

rhyme? ?

The little boy listened more and more confused.

But he soon discovered the changes in Xia Yan.

The young boy was dumbfounded.

He suddenly discovered that this mysterious visitor by his side had a strange feeling in his gestures.

What kind of temperament is that?

It seems that any action he makes is just right, no more, no less.

Maintained in a delicate balance, there is a touch of flowing, natural rhythm...

This temperament surprised the young boy.

He has never seen such a person!

At this moment, a monkey flying in the clouds suddenly flew in.

The monkey was surprised by Xia Yan's changes.

As a monkey, he almost fell in love with his master at this moment. Thinking about it, he was a little scared.

The monkey quickly converged his mind and said, "Master, it's not good. There is news to report. Great changes have taken place in the world, starting from the first realm."

"The temperature drops sharply, everything is withered, and even the sea seems to be freezing!"

Ok?

Xia Yan frowned slightly when he heard Wukong's words.

This description is like a catastrophe.

Ice Age...