At the fringe of the Mystical Spirit Continent, there was a corner seemingly forgotten by the mortal world.

Rolling green mountains stretched out there like a layer of emerald velvet carpet laid on the earth, with mystical mists coiling around, creating a dreamlike and illusory scene.

Hidden among these mountains and waters was the peaceful and idyllic Green Stone Village.

As the first rays of the morning sun shone gently, like a gossamer veil, they outlined the golden contours of the stone houses in the village.

These stone houses were all built with green stones quarried from the mountains.

In the crevices between the stones, several unknown spiritual plants grew, with dewdrops on their leaves refracting colorful lights.

The paths in the village were winding and tortuous, paved with round stones, as if silently recounting the long passage of time.

At the entrance of the village, there was an ancient stone well.

The well edge was covered with moss, and the well water was crystal clear,with ripples of spiritual power emerging from time to time.

Beside the well, several old men were sitting leisurely on stone stools, holding spiritual pipes in their hands.

Amidst the clouds of smoke, they talked about some ancient legends and the recent trifles in the village.

Not far away, on the threshing ground, several spiritual sparrows were pecking at the scattered grains.

Their feathers glowed with a strange luster, and sometimes they flapped their wings and soared into the air, drawing gorgeous arcs.

Eric, a young lad who grew up in Green Stone Village, had thick black hair like dark clouds in the night sky, fluttering wantonly in the wind.

His eyes were bright and deep, resembling the twinkling cold stars in the night sky, containing a burning desire for the unknown world.

Although his figure was a bit slender, it exuded an unyielding aura, like a growing green bamboo, unafraid of the baptism of wind and rain.

Eric's parents were kind and hardworking spiritual practitioners.

Although their spiritual power cultivation was not profound and they couldn't make a name for themselves on the Mystical Spirit Continent, they incorporated their love for life and for Eric into every bit of daily life.

When Eric was young, they often took him for walks in the mountain forests around the village, identifying various spiritual plants and telling him the legendary stories of heroes and heroes on the Mystical Spirit Continent.

Whenever Eric heard those exciting stories, his eyes would sparkle with yearning.

He longed to become the protagonist in those stories one day and leave a vivid mark on the Mystical Spirit Continent.

Since childhood, Eric had an extraordinary sensitivity to spiritual power.

Whenever he approached things containing spiritual power, his body would have a wonderful reaction,as if there was a mysterious force within him ready to mingle with the external spiritual power.

This special ability made him a unique existence in the village. His little friends were both curious about him and full of envy and jealousy.

In the summer when Eric was ten years old, the sun was blazing like fire, and the whole village was shrouded in intense heat.

The trees in the mountain forests were also listless under the scorching sun, with their leaves drooping and cicadas chirping incessantly, as if complaining about the sweltering weather.

Eric came alone to the ancient forest behind the village.

This forest was usually filled with a mysterious atmosphere.

The tall trees blocked out the sun, and only a few weak rays of sunlight could penetrate through the gaps between the leaves, forming mottled light and shadow on the ground.

The forest was filled with a rich aroma of spiritual plants, and various rare spiritual grasses and flowers emitted a charming fragrance in the shadows.

Eric was shuttling through in the forest when suddenly, he sensed a strong and unfamiliar fluctuation of spiritual power coming from a certain direction.

His heart skipped a beat, and he cautiously explored forward following the guidance of this fluctuation. Behind a thick bush, he discovered a cave hidden between the mountain walls.

The entrance of the cave was tightly covered by vines and weeds.

If it weren't for the attraction of that fluctuation of spiritual power, it would have been difficult for Eric to find this concealed place.

He slowly pushed aside the vines and entered the cave.

The inside of the cave was gloomy and damp, and a chilly air hit him, making him shiver involuntarily.

On the cave walls, some mosses emitting a dark green light grew, adding a somewhat eerie atmosphere to the cave.

Eric walked forward carefully, and the ground under his feet was rough and uneven, and from time to time, some small stones would trip him.

In the depths of the cave, Eric finally saw the source of that fluctuation of spiritual power - a huge spiritual crystal vein.

This spiritual crystal vein was like a sleeping giant dragon, lying there quietly, emitting a strong and mysterious spiritual power.

The spiritual crystals in the vein sparkled with colorful lights, and these lights intertwined to form a gorgeous spiritual power vortex, as if showing its infinite charm to Eric.

Eric's heart suddenly raced.

He slowly approached the spiritual crystal vein.

When his hand touched one of the spiritual crystals, a powerful spiritual power instantly rushed into his body like a surging tide, and his body trembled violently involuntarily, like a leaf fluttering in a strong wind.

At this moment, a mysterious and ethereal voice rang in his mind: "The Spiritual Source Awakening System is activated, and the first stage - Spiritual Source Insight is initiated."

A glimmer of surprise and doubt flashed in Eric's eyes.

He could clearly feel that his perception seemed to be magnified countless times by an invisible force, and everything around him became clearly visible, with every detail exposed.

He saw the flow path of the spiritual power in the spiritual crystal vein.

Those spiritual powers were like raging rivers, flowing turbulently in the vein, and also like a group of lively light elves, jumping and shuttling merrily among them.

Eric took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

He concentrated his mind and, following the guidance in his heart, tried to guide the spiritual power in the spiritual crystal.

He slowly closed his eyes and felt the fluctuation of the spiritual power with his heart.

Gradually, he found that he could establish a subtle connection with the spiritual power in the spiritual crystal.

He carefully guided a wisp of spiritual power to flow slowly along his arm.

That wisp of spiritual power was like a docile little snake, obediently following his command.

Finally, the spiritual power gathered in his palm.

When he opened his eyes and saw the blue-lighting spiritual power in his palm, a bright smile appeared on his face, full of longing and expectation for the future.

Eric left the cave in a hurry with full of joy and excitement, and his steps were so light as if he was about to fly.

After returning to the village, he couldn't wait to tell his parents about his experience.

After hearing this, his parents were first startled, and then a gratified smile appeared on their faces.

They realized that their son was about to embark on a different path, a cultivation path full of challenges and opportunities.

With the encouragement and support of his parents, Eric decided to leave the village and go to the famous Mystical Spirit Academy on the Mystical Spirit Continent to study.

He was eager to learn more systematic and in-depth knowledge of spiritual power cultivation there, make more like-minded friends, and explore a broader spiritual world.

On the day of leaving the village, Eric got up early.

He put on the new clothes prepared by his mother, and it seemed that the warmth and love of his mother still remained on the clothes.

He carried a simple backpack.

Although the backpack was small, it contained his infinite hope for the future.

He came to the village square.

At this time, the villagers had already come one after another to see him off.

The old village chief, leaning on his cane, slowly walked up to Eric.

His dry hand gently patted Eric on the shoulder, and his eyes were full of affection and expectation.

He said, "Child, the outside world is full of unknowns and dangers, but I believe you can surely create a world of your own with your courage and wisdom."

Eric nodded vigorously, with a firm light in his eyes.

He turned to look at his parents and saw the reluctance and expectation in their eyes.

He walked forward and hugged his parents tightly, saying with a slightly choked voice, "Dad, Mom, don't worry. I will surely study hard and become a powerful spiritual practitioner. I will come back to repay your kindness of raising me in the future."

His parents gently stroked his head, with tears in their eyes.