From the Power of Space To the Heavens

  Chapter 1 1. Space

  Space is a difficult thing to understand and describe.

  Different from "force", although space, time, and destiny are not as powerful as "force", other aspects are far beyond.

  The unique mystery of space.

   The unique indestructibility of time.

  Fate-specific observability.

   In terms of difficulty, among the three thousand ways, only these three are the most difficult.

   "So how do I use it?"

  Lu Yuan lay on the dilapidated little bed, raised his right hand, stared at the strange patterns on the back of his hand, and muttered to himself.

  The color of the pattern is silver, and from the outside, it looks more like a circle.

  Of course, the reason for saying "more like a circle".

  The main reason is that there is a straight silver horizontal line passing through the middle of the circle, destroying the integrity of the circle.

  Different from other children, Lu Yuan is the only one in this small village who is born full of soul power.

  The reason why he is the "only two" is mainly because he is not the only one who is born with full soul power.

  In the village, another possessor with innate full soul power is Tang San.

  He also has a drinking mother named Tang Hao.

   In this regard, Lu Yuan is very thankful that he has not forgotten the general plot after traveling.

  Of course, if you only look at the protagonist, Lu Yuan still thinks it is better to mix with Xiao Yan.

  Compared to Tang San in the second and third parts, Xiao Yan is very loyal from the beginning to the end.

   Ideas are beautiful.

   But the end result proves one thing—ideas are ideas, and facts are facts.

   Not to mention crossing the world again.

  Now he doesn't even know how to use his martial soul.

  Lu Yuan could feel the obvious fluctuations in the space at hand.

   Even Lian led the space around him to fluctuate.

  This proves that his martial soul is closely related to space.

   But he doesn't know how to use and manipulate it.

  Tang San's first martial spirit, Blue Silver Grass, followed the development route to control, and then finally advanced to Blue Silver Emperor, improving the quality of the martial spirit.

  Tang San's second martial spirit, the Clear Sky Hammer, has a follow-up development route of strong attack. Since the quality of the martial soul is extremely high, there is no need to improve the quality of the martial soul.

   In other words, even if Tang San wanted to improve the quality of the Clear Sky Hammer, there was no way to make progress.

   But he is different.

   There is no shortcoming in the space system.

  Whether it is attack or defense.

   Even the support aspect is covered.

  The development route was clearly arranged, so he didn't have to worry about it at all.

  The only thing that bothers him is that the door in front of him cannot be pushed open.

  I can’t even get started, and the imagined future is nothing but a dream.

  Lu Yuan, who was deep in thought, didn't notice the time at all.

   It wasn't until his stomach growled that Lu Yuan came back to his senses.

  The sun is setting.

  The sky is getting dark.

   It is indeed time for dinner.

   Lu Yuan sighed softly, put on his shoes, and went to the kitchen to look at the rice vat.

   Sure enough, there was not a grain of rice in the rice jar.

  The little face couldn't help but collapse.

  Although his memory is excellent and something to be proud of, memory cannot be eaten.

  Drinking more water, comforting his protesting stomach, Lu Yuan returned to the bed, covered himself with the quilt, and closed his eyes.

   "Go to sleep, you won't be hungry when you fall asleep."

   Bang bang bang!

   Bang bang bang!

  The short, forceful and hasty knock on the door woke up Lu Yuan, who was just a little sleepy.

   "Who!?"

   "Xiaoyuan, Xiaoyuan, open the door, I am your Grandpa Jack, I have something to ask your opinion."

  Lu Yuan couldn't help but slander: I'm still Joseph.

  Of course, this did not affect him getting up to open the door.

   Poured a glass of water and put it in front of the village chief, Old Jack. Lu Yuan sat on the chair on the other side, listening to the old Jack talking about the problem.

   After a while, Lu Yuan briefly summed up what Old Jack said.

   It is nothing more than a question of who is given the admission quota.

  Although I am enrolled as a work-study student, as a child who came out of a small village, it is actually very good to have a place for admission.

   After all, it is a junior "soul master" academy.

  If it is normal, there is no suspense about who will get this spot.

  But this year, two geniuses born with full soul power unexpectedly emerged at the same time.

   Tang San is smart and lovable.

  But although he is born full of soul power, his martial soul is a waste martial soul like Blue Silver Grass.

  The road ahead seems to be doomed.

  Although Lu Yuan was born full of soul power, no one knows what a martial soul is.

   Even Su Yuntao, the deacon of the Wuhun Palace who was in charge of awakening, said that he didn't know what the child's Wuhun was.

  The whole body is up and down, and there is an extra pattern on the back of the hand.

  Can ghosts recognize what this martial soul is?

   Could it be the anti-counterfeiting mark given by God?

  A genius with no martial soul, a genius with uncertain martial soul.

  There is only one admission place.

  From the moment he woke up to the present, after most of the day, Old Jack only felt that his hair was falling out in a large amount.

   "Then what did Tang San say?"

   "Don't mention it! Xiaosan really wants to go, but you also know that drunkard's bad temper."

   "I have to stop Xiaosan to the death and not let Xiaosan go!"

   As soon as he said it, Old Jack blew his beard and stared angrily.

  Lu Yuan spread his hands and said: "Since Tang San's father stopped Tang San from letting him go, then I might as well get this spot."

   "Anyway, Tang San probably won't be able to go."

   "Waste is waste."

   "Why don't you try it for me, what if I can make a name for myself?"

  Old Jack couldn't help but nodded.

   This makes sense.

  However, although the palms and backs of the hands are full of flesh, there will always be a bias.

  Old Jack inevitably still hesitated a little.

   "Besides, Grandpa Jack, you think this way: Tang San's martial soul is already useless, but I haven't figured out what my martial soul is yet."

   "Even if my martial soul is also a waste martial soul, it's half a catty to eight taels, and it's about the same as Tang San."

   "But what if my martial soul is not a waste martial soul? If it is a useful martial soul, wouldn't it have more potential than Tang San?"

   "Think about it, is this the truth?"

  Lu Yuan's words moved Old Jack.

  Old Jack slapped the table excitedly: "Okay, I'll give you the admission quota in our village."

   "You pack up, I'll take a look at some time in the next two days and take you into the city."

   "Then I will trouble you."

   Lu Yuan stood at the door and talked, making gestures to see Old Jack off, but Old Jack stopped him quickly.

  Looking at the back of old Jack going away, Lu Yuan closed the door, went back to bed and fell asleep peacefully.

  But at this moment, there are still many people who cannot sleep.

  For example, Tang San who was lying on the bed, tossing and turning anxiously.

   Are you really willing?

   Tang San asked himself.

  Many questions have a definite answer.

   But some questions have more than one answer.

  You cannot say which of these answers is right and which is wrong.

  Because there is no right or wrong in the question itself; therefore, there is naturally no right or wrong in the answer.

  Hearing the slight noise coming from the side room, Tang Hao's eyes flashed with a complex look.

  A dragon begets a dragon, and a phoenix begets a phoenix. The son of a mouse can make holes.

   With the Blue Silver Grass in one hand and the Clear Sky Hammer in the other, Tang San, who was born full of soul power, would be a waste of talent if he wasn't a soul master.

  But after becoming a soul master, it is almost impossible to live a quiet, stable, and ordinary life.

   is to walk his way and then live a life in his shadow.

  I still don’t know anything, and live a stable and happy life

   "Ayin, what should I do."

   As he said it, Tang Hao had already made up his mind.

  As a father, neither emotion nor reason should block the way for children to pursue their dreams.

  He is not a qualified husband, and he has never been a qualified father.

  But this time, he wants to try to be a qualified father.

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  (end of this chapter)