God Meteor Continent, Ten Thousand Monsters Mountain.
An old tree that has lived for thousands of years guarded the growth of a palm-sized white-haired beast. The little beast has no inheritance, no memory, and doesn't even know what breed it is. Its biggest dream is to eat endless spiritual fruits every day and listen to Grandpa Tree telling stories about the outside world.
Until that night when the demonic energy broke out, the old tree died as a martyr to protect the living beings in the mountains and forests.
When the green light spots all over the mountain dispersed, it was held in the palm of a pair of black hands. Xuanyuan Immortal of the Divine Sword Sect, the first person to guard the northern border in the past three hundred years, looked down at it for a long time and said two words:
\"Take it away.\"
On the nine peaks, everyone has their own story. The medicinal smoke of Danxia Peak lingers for thousands of years, the fire on Chixiao Peak never goes out day and night, and a lone sword on the top of Falling Sword Peak silences the echoes of the past.
The uncles gathered around to see it. One said, "Why are the bloodlines so mixed?", The other handed the goat milk bottle and said, "Let's hang on to our lives for now," and the third uncle in red touched its head and muttered, "If you want a sword in the future, ask the third uncle to fight."
Xuanyuan named it Gu Zhaoxu. The word Zhao means morning light, which means warm sun.
\"From today on,\" he said, \"you are my disciple.\"
The little beast didn't know what these three words meant, but it remembered the sound. It has a name, a master, and a place to go back to.
——Although there are no big trees in that place.
But the leaves of the big tree were still falling on top of its head. Warm, like a letter that can never be read.
From an ignorant little beast to a candle lighting up the world, there is always someone to pick up the light for it little by little.
Concept: Two male protagonists, master and apprentice, group portrait