I Created Mythic Revival

At the dawn of the morning, the mountains filled with clouds and mist are like a shy girl, looming.

The green trees in the mountains are shady, the spring water is gurgling, and on the green embellishments along the winding mountain road, the inadvertently condensed morning dew wet a teenager's pants, but failed to attract his attention.

The young man looked at the direction of the top of the mountain, his dark and tender face seemed to be no more than fifteen at most, and his clear eyes flashed with determination, even though his legs were already sore, he did not stop him.

His name is Li An, and he is a member of the ancient peaceful village at the foot of Qingyuan Mountain.

Today, he is going to do a big thing, looking for immortals!

"When Qingyuan Mountain is hidden in the mountain fog, as long as you have a sincere heart and climb to the top of the mountain before the fog clears, you will have the opportunity to meet the mountain god. I heard that once the old man appears, he will bring auspiciousness to the village again."

This is a legend that has been passed down from generation to generation in the mountain village. Li An also listened to his grandfather, and his grandfather listened to his great-grandfather. Going further, he will not be clear.

Although the teacher in the class once said that this is a feudal superstition lacking scientific evidence, how can the cognition formed since childhood be easily changed.

However, despite his perseverance, he was still a teenager after all. When his legs began to tremble uncontrollably, Ang Lee had to lean on an ancient Panasonic for a short rest.

Looking up, the tall and straight ancient trees, at least tens of meters, stretched out in mid-air, like the clouds in the sky descending on the mountains, so that the resting teenagers only felt the greatness of creation, but it was like that low profile?

How great is the mountain **** who controls such a creation.

It can definitely change the village and make it rich, so that everyone will come back.

That's right, this is Li An's true purpose of seeking immortals.

With the sweeping of the information age, poor mountain villages can no longer trap people who yearn for it. So people in the village went and went, even his parents. By now, there are only a few dozen households left.

Seeing the sad expression on his face every day as the village chief, the grandfather who depended on each other for life, Li An felt extremely uncomfortable.

He wanted to help, but his power was too small, so he thought of the legend that his grandfather told...

With the yearning and expectation in his heart, Li An once again propped up his small body and continued to walk up the mountain firmly.

Later, the sweat and the dew condensed from the morning mist, I don't know who soaked the thin clothes first. Facing the winding, bumpy and long mountain climbing road, despite his faltering steps, the teenager finally stood on the top of the mountain.

At the top of the mountain, the sea of ​​clouds and waves rolling under the feet, and the clouds in the distance are lingering and misty, like a fairyland in the sky. In the face of such a grand scene, Li An's eyes drifted in all directions, without the slightest interest in appreciating it.

The towering ancient mountains, among the vast sea of ​​clouds, the young man stands on the top of the mountain, just to find the trace of the fairy. But even though those small eyes were wide open, there was not the slightest trace of a mountain god.

The feeling of loss filled his heart uncontrollably, even the gentle cool wind blowing through the mountains and valleys couldn't take away a shred of it.

Click it~

The abnormal sound from behind caught the attention of the lost boy. He could hear it. It was the movement formed by the trampling of dead wood branches.

Looking back, he could see vague shadows through the hazy fog. The next second, a behemoth broke through the white barrier and walked out slowly.

The boy's eyes suddenly widened, and his body instinctively took half a step back before stopping, but soon, he bowed his knees excitedly, let the shadow cover his body, and did not raise his head.

"Sir Mountain God!"

Li An didn't dare to call the creature in front of him a tiger or a white tiger. After all, he had never seen a white tiger as big as his house in his life, even in the news.

I have never seen such a pure white color, without a trace of impurities, and even with a faint brilliance.

The dazzling golden eyes and the white wings that converged on the back are almost exactly the same as the sculptures enshrined in the ruined temple outside the village, as if the myth is coming again.

It just stood there, leaving Ang Lee's mind blank, with nothing but piety.

Hu Ze looked at the young man in front of him, felt the pure white faith from the other side, and took a deep breath of satisfaction.

How long has it been, how long has it been since I felt this kind of pure faith, ten years or thirty years? Hu Ze can't remember.

It seems that since decades ago, the originally stable supply of beliefs has begun to decline like a cliff.

Although Huze is not demanding about belief, after all, as long as someone believes in its existence, it can obtain the most basic source of belief, but the decline in the source of belief over the past few years is obviously more terrifying than imagined.

Today, there are only a few twenty or thirty strands of faith links connected to it, and most of them are only the most basic ones.

The young man in front of him was originally too, but it was only for the other party to see himself, and the purity of his beliefs actually increased exponentially.

Maybe it's time to go down the mountain.

This idea first appeared in Hu Ze's mind.

Faith is a catalyst for maintaining immortality and becoming stronger. It is an indispensable and important factor, but it cannot form a constraint on it.

He is still strong!

The white mane undulated slightly along with the breeze, the muscles that concealed the terrifying power slowly exerted force, and the sound of stamping sounded again, taking away the shadow and leaving something behind.

It's gone, Ang Lee knows.

After a long time, the young man stood up, glanced at the depths of the forest for the last time, and headed down the mountain.

In the hazy fog, under the golden morning sun, above the boy's head, a white streak was particularly dazzling.

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In the very depths of the Qingyuan Mountains, there is a natural clear spring, the spring water is clear and sweet, surrounded by greenery, like a fairy pond in the sky.

But this place that was supposed to be the living beings in this big mountain, like a holy place, is a forbidden place for all animals living here. The reason is very simple, because this is the habitat of Huze.

However, at this moment, a person was sitting on a boulder covered with moss beside this spring, which is a forbidden area for life.

His eyes were quietly overlooking the Qing Tan in front of him, motionless, as if it had turned into a part of a boulder, and everything in the outside world had nothing to do with him.

The water of the pool is clear and green, as if he has read all the world's conditions and sees through the world's fiery eyes. It is quiet and deep, just like the reflected figure of the young man.

Suddenly, the originally calm pool water started to ripple, and a heavy object fell from behind the boy.

Hu Ze put away his wings and walked slowly behind the young man. Immediately, the most unreasonable top predator who had dominated the Qingyuan Mountains for hundreds of years had his limbs bent, his proud and huge head hanging down, and he knelt down on the ground. Even more pious than Li An just now.

"Master, I'm a young believer with good aptitude. It's been a long time since I felt such pure faith in human beings."

The voice came from the throat of the white tiger, and it was a little abrupt in the depths of this uninhabited mountain.

The arrival of Hu Ze made the young man, who was focusing on the pool of water, also a little distracted. He tilted his head slightly, revealing half of his profile.

"I'm leaving. Be calm when I'm not here."

The young man's voice was very clear and light, like the wafting morning smoke, but it made Hu Ze's big head hang even lower, and the little speculation that had just risen in his heart was also smothered in the bud.

"Understood, Lord."

People living in this world still don't know that on this day, on Qingyuan Mountain, not only a young man with a dream of seeking immortals walked down, but also a burial from an old era.