Martial Soul: Be a Saint

Wu Hao had always thought that in this world, there was nothing that could shake his state of mind, yet he did not expect this.    

    

In his memory, this was a small mountain village that he was incomparably familiar with.    

    

His name is Xing'er Village.    

    

This was because there was an old apricot tree in the village that was at least a thousand years old.    

    

This ancient apricot tree was the only one in the village, and it was hard to describe it with words. Every summer, old people and children would come under the apricot tree to enjoy the cool.    

    

Wu Hao knew in his heart that he had fallen into a world of his own, but the scene before him made him unwilling to leave.    

    

The only reason was because he still had another obsession in his heart.    

    

In the underworld, there was karma!    

    

He wanted to find the cause and effect of this attack!    

    

With a thought, he turned into a child. It was exactly the same as when he was a child.    

    

"Grandpa, grandma, tell us a story, okay …"    

    

Wu Hao walked forward slowly on the familiar village road. Not far away from him was that towering ancient tree — — thousand-year-old apricot tree.    

    

At this moment, there was a group of children surrounding their grandparents, yelling for them to tell the story.    

    

One of the elderly men, who Wu Hao felt that he was extremely familiar with, stroked his white beard as he looked at the children in front of him with a benevolent expression.    

    

"Heh heh, children! Today, Grandfather will tell you about the origins of our Xing'er Village! "    

    

As the benevolent old man stroked his beard, he recalled and said those words to the children.    

    

If one was careful, one would notice that the old man's face was filled with wind and frost, filled with regret.    

    

"Yea …"    

    

When the children heard his words, they were so happy that they ran around jumping around and raised their hands in victory.    

    

"Grandpa Wu is the best …"    

    

"Hehe, I'm fine? "Old Gou, I can only protect the son of the Wu family until here. Ai …"    

    

The benevolent old man muttered to himself.    

    

Just this sentence alone, had caused Wu Hao's mind to intensely tremble.    

    

The Wu family was the only family in the Xing'er Village.    

    

But, according to the rumors, all of the ancestors disappeared, leaving him alone, Wu Hao, in the end.    

    

Who was this old man before him?    

    

They had never seen him before, but they felt very familiar with him!    

    

"A long, long time ago, this place was still a wasteland and did not exist in the Xing'er Village. The first generation of ancestors of the Xing'er Village, legend has it that they were hunters that hunted deep in the mountains and forests!"    

    

"Coincidentally, he saved the life of a deity. It is said that this deity's surname is Wu, and he is holding a child in his arms!"    

    

"In order to be grateful to the hunter who had no fixed home, Wu Shen Xian planted the first apricot tree in the Xing'er Village's wasteland. It is said that in the end, it grew up and was protected by the hunters for generations, and in the end, it became the thousand year old apricot tree in front of us!"    

    

"Wow …"    

    

As the elderly said this, the children raised their heads and looked at the apricot tree in front of them, exclaiming in shock.    

    

"Grandpa Wu, what happened to that Wu Deity afterwards?"    

    

After the exclamations of surprise, the children began to ask him questions one after another.    

    

"Later …" After that he organized his hunters and settled down in the Xing'er Village. He began farming with weapons and flames to make a living.    

    

The benevolent old man's eyes flashed with memories as he said this to the children.    

    

"Then grandpa, where is that child?"    

    

"That child …"    

    

The benevolent old man suddenly froze. He subconsciously looked at the apricot tree in front of him and remained silent for a long time.    

    

A long time later.    

    

He seemed to be muttering to himself, "There will be a day when he will break out from this place. By then, the world will have changed and fate will have him shackled. One day, he will return!"    

    

BOOM!    

    

A black bolt of lightning suddenly descended from the sky.    

    

The apricot tree, the elderly, and the children were all turned into ashes.    

    

As the ninth divine tribulation descended, Wu Hao stepped out of it.    

    

However, at this moment, his heart was not at peace.    

    

Just who was he?    

    

Who were his parents?    

    

Had the passing of tens of thousands of years already been predetermined?