In ancient times, Yan Emperor accidentally consumed the broken heart grass and died.
All of his clansmen were sad.
The Emperor Soul floated in the land of the Divine Land, and forty-nine days had passed.
The moon was bright in the night, and the clansmen kowtowed to pay their respects.
At the end of the fire, the emperor's soul mixed with the smoke and rose to the sky uprightly.
It was: one's life was for the people, and one's life was for death, while one's life was for three lives.
The Emperor Soul floated in the nine heavens and absorbed the essence of the sun and moon.
In the clouds and mountains, the soul was sparkling and dazzling in the multicolored light.
One day, a huge ring of light appeared in the sky, and the multicolored soul drove straight in.
On the Wilderness Continent, a house in the Di Clan's tribe is looking around.
There are a bed and a table in the house.
There are several fruits on the table and two wooden benches under the table.
The Yan Di Yi sits up.
Oh!
Am I not dead?
Why am I still alive?
Where is this place?
In doubt, memories kept pouring in.
Her head swelled and her stomach ached.
She pushed the door open and went straight to the toilet.
The little girl who burnt the paper in the yard stopped crying in shock.
Di Yan's stomach is really painful.
The pit is really smelly.
It feels so comfortable to pull it out.
In the hut behind the house, Di Yan covers his nose with one hand while pressing his other hand on his stomach to continue to accept his memories.
Di Yan was 8 years old.
His father Di Shan was a shaman doctor of the tribe.
Three years ago, on the way to pick herbs, he fell from a cliff by a savage beast and left his wife Liu Juan, son Di Yan and daughter Di Xia behind.
When her father died, her mother worked hard and could not improve the situation of her life.
Di Yan's body was thin like bamboo pole, and Liu Juan knew some medical skills.
She treated herbs in the tribe and treated the wounded and the injured and fed the ox and horse.
She exchanged some food with her contributions.
The whole family could barely live together for a few days.
When Di Shan was still alive, the hunters of the tribe occasionally bring meat to him so that the whole family can live a better life.
After the death of his father, Di Yan went into the mountain to pick herbs despite his mother's objection.
Three days ago, he collected herbs, and his hands were stained with the juice of broken intestines.
When the herbs were in his hands, he picked up the bunch of vegetables and ate them.
After the venom went into his stomach, he endured the pain and rushed back, and then he fainted outside the fence of the tribe.
He originally thought that his soul would come to the Wilderness Continent and take control of this body, the Intestine Severing Grass!
Once again, it was the Intestine Severing Grass!
Di Yan!
Now that you are me, I am you.
Mother and sister, I will take care of them.
Don't worry!
With this thought in mind, his body relaxed and his stomach kept roaring.
The stench under his crotch made him sick, which made him feel comfortable.
A little girl stood more than a dozen steps away from the hut.
Xiaohua's face was covered with tears, and her clothes were covered with patches, with two holes on her shoes.
Her toes were exposed.
When she saw him coming out, she said timidly, "Brother?" It was her sister Di Xia.
Di Yan immediately feels his heart ache.
He pushes his little sister's nose, holds her small hand and says: "Let's go!
I'm still alive!
This stink is so bad." The five-year-old child could not hide his joy and ran to find her mother.
In the tribe's courtyard, her mother dried the herbs with tears for the coffin and buried her son.
She resisted the sadness and labor.
Di Xia ran in and shouted, "Mother!
Mother!
Elder brother is alive, but Elder brother is still alive!" Everyone in the yard looked at them in surprise.
Liu Juan was stunned for a moment.
She left her work and ran away.
At the gate of the courtyard, she almost hit the patriarch.
A week ago, Di Long took several guards to go to the town with mountain products to do business.
When they just arrived at the gate, Liu Juan ran out in a hurry.
Di Yan is hungry so he drinks a bowl of water and eats a fruit.
The sound of his footsteps is hurried outside the courtyard.
The door suddenly opened and Liu Juan appeared.
She was a medium-sized and frail woman with delicate features.
Her braid was behind her head, her clothes and shoes were covered with patches, and her eyes were full of tears.

His lips trembled as he stepped forward and pulled her into his embrace.
He mumbled, "It's good that you're alive.
It's good that you're alive." Big drops of tears fell down onto Di Yan's face and body.
Di Yan's heart felt warm and tinged with sorrow.
The chief came to see him, and the cow-head was handed to Liu Juan.
Di Long said, " stew it and nourish the child's health." Liu Juan quickly thanked him.
Di Long's big brother Di Hu is Di Yan's grandfather.
Di Long and Di Hu look very similar.
Their bodies are like iron towers and their appearances are like heavy dates.
They have broad eyebrows and big eyes and big lion's mouth and a tiger's nose.
They look dignified.
The chief took out a bottle, looked at it with reluctance, and put it into Di Yan's hand, saying, "Good grandson, take it!
The Spirit-cultivation Spirit Wine will be taken as a small sip in the morning and a little tonic." Then he turned and strode away.
At night, Di Yan continued to digest his memories.
The Spirit-cultivation Wine belonged to the low-level spirit wine.
It was made of Spirit-mom wine or fruit wine and was mixed with the Spirit-fortifying Liquid.
The Medicine Master of the Spirit-fortifying Liquid could make it.
Middle-level spirit wine was brewed with spiritual rice and fruit.
A master alchemist would add Spirit Culturing Elixir to make it.
The cellar was ready for ten years.
It could assist in Foundation Establishment and was sold in the prefecture.
Only after refining rare spirit medicines into pills and storing them in the spirit wine cellar for a hundred years could they obtain high-grade spirit wine.
Only big dynasties and sects would have the ability to brew them.
Cultivators at the Foundation Establishment stage could be promoted after drinking them.
The Di Tribe sat at the foot of Mount Da Huang and was located on the outskirts of the wild forest.
Like other small tribes, they depended on cultivation and hunting.
Some tribes owned spiritual spring and fields, even spiritual mines, which could grow spiritual rice and herbs.
They would also use spiritual mines to extract spiritual stones and minerals for refining weapons and practice.
Resources were fought for, and many tribes perished because of this.
The Di clan once had a spiritual mine and information leaked out, causing it to be fought for.
Di Long ordered the Di clan to lead the old, the weak, women and children to stay away from the disasters.
Di Hu and the brave warriors of the Di clan all died in battle.
The surviving tribesman came to the foot of the Wild Mountain.
There were many animals in the high mountains, dense forests, and deserted lands.
There were even spirit beasts in the forest.
The spirit wine tasted good.
When they drank spirit wine to digest their memories, they unconsciously lost half a bottle.
Perhaps because of the effect of the spirit wine, Di Yan did not feel tired all night.
At dawn, Di Yan got up to boil water, and then washed it clean with a bull's head.
Then Di Yan chopped it into the tripod with an axe.
Her mother made fire to cook, and her sister cooked fire.
She stared at her brother with wide eyes.
Di Yan's family's main supply was the three acres of fields.
He wanted to take a look at the fields and his sister followed him to the ridges.
There was not much weeds in the fields and they would be cleared in a while.
After that, he took his sister's hand and went home.
At the dining table, the younger sister was gnawing on bones like a leech.
The mother picked the meat into her son's bowl.
The elder brother put the meat into the younger sister's bowl.
Di Yan took out some spirit wine and insisted on having his mother and sister drink it.
After the meal, his mother went to work in the tribe.
Di Yan took his younger sister to the tribe's martial arts school.
Liu Juan held her big hand and walked with him along the way.
Di Yan came back to life.
The clan members were curious.
As soon as they entered the courtyard, they looked at him and saw that he was still the same.
The children had regained their calm.
Every year on September 9th, the various sects of the Azure Dragon Dynasty would send people down the mountain to select disciples.
On June 6th, a five year old child would undergo a Spiritual Root test.
Those who excelled in the selection of Spiritual Roots from the tribe would be sent to the sect to seek refuge.
Di Yan's test result back then was the Five Elements Destruction Spiritual Root.
The Martial House was the largest courtyard of the tribe, built from the lowest to the highest mountain position.
The martial practice field was located in the middle of the outer courtyard, where children practiced their kung fu.
On the left side of the wall were two weapons, and on the right was a row of arrows.
The main and middle meeting hall of the Central Academy was the meeting place for the chief and chief.
The medicine room was on the left side of the hall, and the storage room and accountant were on the right side.
At the highest point of the inner courtyard, there was a library in the middle.
The front of the building was lined with transparent jade walls, and there were rows of training rooms arranged with sound-proof arrays and defense arrays for core disciples of tribes to cultivate.