The mountain wind blew through the branches of Huaguo Mountain, startling a few birds. The light and shadow in the forest are mottled, and the morning sun shines on a little monkey huddled in a rock crevice.
His name is Sun Xiaotian.
The memories of his past life are still as clear as yesterday—city streets, neon lights, flashing news feeds on mobile phone screens... And then a sudden car accident. When he opened his eyes again, he had become a little monkey on all fours in this unfamiliar jungle.
He tried to stand up, but stumbled and fell. The body is light but weak, the hair is gray, and there is no aura. Surrounded by groups of monkeys, they jumped down from the treetops with laughter, climbed up the vines, picked fruits and leaves, their movements were as agile as the wind.
And he couldn't even climb a short tree without gasping for air.
"Why does this little guy have no strength at all?" A monkey muttered.
"Looking at his appearance, I'm afraid he was born disabled." Another old monkey snorted coldly.
Sun Xiaotian lowered his head and did not dare to refute. He knew he was different from these monkeys. They are born with the ability to sense the aura of heaven and earth. With a little practice, they can draw the aura into their bodies and open up their spiritual wisdom. However, no matter how much he meditated and breathed out, his body felt empty, as if he was born without a path to cultivation.
Three days ago, he was taken in by a group of stray monkeys and became the lowest member of the group. Today, his existence is more like a joke.
At night, a bonfire is lit and the monkeys sit around and share food. Sun Xiaotian huddled aside, feeling dejected as he listened to the monkeys boasting about how they flew over mountain streams and sensed weak spiritual energy.
"You are not like us... But you are very much like that legend."
A whisper floated into his ears, and Sun Xiaotian suddenly
