Chapter 32: Awakening of Destiny
It was an ancient ferocious beast as white as silver, covered in fur and with horns, with a sword and a knife on its back.

The knife is like a fierce tiger and the sword is like a flying phoenix.

His arms were huge, thick and long, and his green eyes flashed with a cold light that was a mixture of multiple emotions, including clarity, coldness, and enlightenment.

Swallow it! Staring at the phantom of the ferocious beast, Ye Yang felt a hungry and empty feeling.

Both parties rushed out at the same time, and when they were about to collide, Ye Yang suddenly bent his knees, fell to his knees and leaned back, and the ferocious beast flew over him.

Ye Yang turned over and stretched out his arm, grabbed the long tail of the ferocious beast, and used the force to leap onto the beast's head.

Only then did Ye Yang see the appearance of this ferocious beast clearly.

Its fangs are exposed, it looks like a white ape, it has a single horn on its head, and its eyes are green. The most impressive thing about this giant beast is its arms.

His arms were huge, thick, and long, with bulging muscles that looked like granite, piece by piece, and extremely hard.

The silver-haired beast rolled on the ground, roared, turned its head and bit Ye Yang, but Ye Yang was faster. He bit the opponent's thick arms, and the arms broke. A stream of primitive essence poured into Ye Yang's throat, spreading to his internal organs, boiling like fire, and his whole body was filled with energy and his blood was surging.

The ferocious beast kept roaring, jumping, tumbling, and pouncing madly, but the person who bit it was crazier than it was. No matter how the white ape jumped, tumbled, and pouncing,

Ye Yang was always like a maggot on the tarsal bone, biting its flesh tightly and sucking it fiercely like a ferocious beast.

The primitive and pure essence was increasing, Ye Yang raised his head and howled loudly, but what came out were the roars of ferocious beasts.

His body was covered with white hair, his arms became thick and hard, and he possessed infinite strength. A sword grew on his back, sharp claws grew out of his limbs, and his whole body was covered with fur. He bent down, exerted force with his legs, and leaped out high.

There are undulating mountains in the distance ahead, with thousands of hills and valleys, one peak upon another, thick ancient vines, and primitive old trees as thick as houses, reaching into the sky and into the clouds.

The ground was covered with shrubs, mottled mosses and lichens. The old twisted trees in this primitive ancient forest blocked out the sun like dragons, and the knee-high wild grass swayed in the wind.

He stretched out his arms, as if he had transformed into the son of the wind, climbing trees and jumping over streams in the primeval forest.

He ran swiftly, climbed over the rugged rocks, walked through the forests and lakes, and rushed towards the morning glow of the rising sun.

He is the tree, the wind, and the beast.

It is a piece of moss in the forest, and also an ant, the darling and master of this vast wilderness!
Running! As winter turned to spring and day and night changed, he used his arms as weapons, fighting the world with swords, climbing and jumping, hunting tigers and leopards, fighting fiercely, and kept running, completely forgetting everything in the past.

Until his silvery-white hair was no longer shiny and glossy like white satin under the moonlight, his fur slowly became tangled, dull, and curly.

His blood began to dry up, his arms were no longer strong and powerful, and his eyes became increasingly haggard and no longer full of vitality.

……

He was old, and entering his twilight years, and he was going to die in this forest.

One day, he was really old and his body was no longer strong. He rolled down the slope from the rugged rocks and fell into the stream, causing waves.

He swooped down, rippling the water. The silver moonlight shone on the clear water, and the sparkling water cut his old reflection into pieces, flickering and shaking.

He suddenly froze.

He stretched out his hand and drew his hand across the reflection on the water. The reflection shattered, but in a flash, the ripples disappeared and everything returned to normal. The old and skinny reflection was still clear.

Is this me? Ye Yang stared blankly.

Lost memories are like fragments, flickering and gathering.

"In this life, be a good person."

"As monks, why should we fear death? We will be loyal to our sect and uphold justice."

When he was young, the words of his deceased father often taught him, and they still ring true to his ears.

"The sunset at Feitianmen is worthy of being one of the eight scenic spots in Yalongling."

The Feitianmen area is covered with Danxia at dusk, and the beautiful scenery of the setting sun and rolling clouds seems to be right before your eyes.

Under the withered persimmon tree, the young man wielded his sword against the wind and frost without stopping. In the Zhang family's attic, the woman whose name he had forgotten had her nice smelling white socks on her feet.

And
His heart was beating out of excitement.

For countless days, regardless of the cold or heat, he bare his shoulders, wielded a sword, and endured the hardships of refining his Qi.

Scenes flashed through his mind like slides.

……

In the hall, Ye Yang used his hands to demonstrate the gestures of the Fengshuang Sword Technique. After years of practice, the Fengshuang Sword Technique had already become a muscle memory and had become a part of his body.

Some disciples who woke up early saw him waving his hand knives non-stop, his brows sometimes furrowed and sometimes relaxed, his face full of struggle and pain. They all thought he was possessed and quickly moved away from him by a few feet.

……

"No, not me!"

Ye Yang stood up.

"I'm not a beast!"

He shouted to his reflection in the water.

The thick and dense hair retracted into the body, the claws were retracted, the arms retracted to normal, the blue eyes calmed down and turned into black and white pupils, and that determined and familiar face appeared swaying in the water.

"I am Ye Yang!"

In his field of vision, ripples of water spread out in circles, the surrounding scenery disappeared, and he slowly opened his eyes.

The figure of his father, whom he hadn't dreamed of for more than ten years, appeared in his mind.

Vague memories floated through his mind, and a tear fell from Ye Yang's eyes.

"You are a good soldier and a good man, but you are not a good father to your family."

Ye Yang murmured to himself, tears silently falling from the corners of his eyes, but his father could no longer see.

……

"My destiny awakening was successful."

Ye Yang wiped away his tears, looked around, breathed a sigh of relief, and felt something indescribable in his body.

Only then did he realize that the hall was deserted and many people had left.

He looked out the window and realized that it was already dark and a whole day had passed.

"He has an ancient aura, is good at using swords, and seems to have undeveloped spiritual eyes. He is... a high-grade yellow rank."

There was a hint of surprise in the eyes of the spiritualist.

"So far, only a few high-quality Yellow-grade innate abilities have been awakened, which is considered a very good top-grade one."

When Ye Yang heard the spirit tester say this, he felt a little excited.

He knew that he was not a gifted person and had no support from his family elders. It was only thanks to his maturity and diligence in practice that he was able to have a slight advantage over his peers.

He was already very satisfied that he could awaken his high-grade yellow-level life force.

The road to becoming an immortal is difficult. In life, if you want to reach the top, your destiny is important or unimportant.

Acquired opportunities, circumstances, luck, talent and diligence are all very important factors.

In this world, there are those who have awakened their innate nature and stand proudly on the top of the mountain, and there are also cultivators who have not awakened their innate nature and kill those with high-level innate nature and make them lose their armor.

(End of this chapter)