The Source of the Spirit Circulates, and the Letter Is Passed on by the Wind

When he was six years old, his source of power was only as big as his fingertips. The village chief said: The wind cannot be caught. He waited for a big mean bird and a girl who gave him a beautiful stone. Waiting for his father's drunken words "I'm afraid you will be disappointed after seeing the world", and waiting for something to wake up in the Valley of the Wind Ape after taking a desperate risk. The eyes in that dream, the devoured source power, the two powers that everyone on the planet is fighting for - all point to the same name. That name has been waiting for him for a hundred years. Four years later, his unsmiling teacher took him down the mountain to enroll. He and his friends were trained together, worked together in the training ground late at night, worked themselves until they couldn't stand up, and put their lives in the hands of each other. He didn't know that the flames of war had already reached the outside of Xiayun City. Yuanling Continent has always valued strength. But the end of the strong is a war that should have ended a hundred years ago. And he was the embers of that war.