Reading to Become a God

“Hu——Hu——” Thousands of miles of ice and snow, heavy snow fluttering, large flakes of snow as crystal clear as goose feathers and water drops rushing down, and all you see is white, extremely soft. This endless river of snow stretches far away, and no one knows where it ends. On the horizon, the hazy full moon is like a newly married young wife, very shy, surrounded by large patches of white light, but you can still see that today's moon is very round, and there is no flaw under the cover of white light. At this time, there are 28 stars in the sky, located in four directions, each with seven stars. The one in the east is a big dragon. Although it is just a pattern, the momentum of deterrence is chilling; the one in the west is a tiger, and Ye Chen's face can be vaguely seen as fierce; the one in the south is a big bird, with its wings spread wide, and the air around it seems to be burning; the one in the north is a turtle, with cold air seeping out and hazy mist. Ye Chen and his companions flashed fierce light, as if they were competing with the moon for the dominance of the quiet and peaceful night. The moonlight swayed down like a silver belt, entangled with the starlight, and fell on the white snow. One silver and one white, it put a layer of gauze on the white snow, which was indescribably beautiful and dreamy. In this turbulent China, I don’t know how many people were intoxicated by the scenery in front of them.

However, this was only for those whose cultivation level did not exceed Gan Dui. As long as the cultivators whose cultivation level exceeded Gan Dui and whose foundation was stable and good at observation knew that tonight was destined to be extraordinary.

At this time, in a small thatched house in a corner of the easternmost part of Qingzhou, a young man who looked to be in his twenties was quietly lying on the windowsill, staring at the white snow in front of him in a daze, and then looking at the bright moon and the twenty-eight stars in the sky, with a confused light flashing in his eyes. The unbridled strong wind blew past, mixed with snowflakes and cold air, but Ye Chen seemed to feel no cold at all, just sniffing from time to time, catching the thin smell of killing and blood in the wind. After a long time, he couldn't help sighing.

"What's wrong, are you not happy to be the village chief? Don't sigh all the time. I don't like you sighing. I know that today is an unusual day, but you are not allowed to sigh, and you are not allowed to sigh in the future." A figure appeared behind this person at some point, and a crisp and pleasant voice said to Ye Chen with some anger.

"Who is it?" Ye Chen turned his head alertly, and a fierce and cold breath emanated from his body, even the air stagnated, and then the air in the hut immediately became cold, and the chill spread into the air, which was dozens of times colder than the air conditioning outside the door, and it was a bone-deep cold, containing a lot of negative emotions. The breath of killing spread, and the grass house was overwhelmed and groaned. The dry will of heaven and earth gathered towards Ye Chen frantically, and a layer of purple airflow attached to his body. With a tap of his toes, Ye Chen's figure swept several meters away from the previous position, and took out a small knife on his waist. It flashed with cold light and was filled with bloody breath. Anyone with a discerning eye could see at a glance that this was a weapon that was transformed from an ordinary weapon into an extraordinary weapon through killing. Such weapons are often the most powerful. When the dry will was poured into the knife, a small hexagonal square hole appeared on the knife, which was surprisingly a magic weapon. After doing all this, Ye Chen didn't even take a breath.