In the year 20,222 of the Dao Calendar, on the tenth day of the first lunar month.,Ten-year-old Mo Hua wore the simple robes of an outer sect disciple, listlessly squatting behind a large rock at the foot of the mountain. He held grass roots in his hand and was burying himself in the ground, drawing intricate patterns.,Just like the hundreds of millions of low-level cultivators in this cultivation world.。