“Child, don’t cry. Uncle will take you home. I’m so sorry you’ve suffered so much,” Shi Lin Hu said with a trembling voice. A rugged man who had risen from the wilderness of Da Huang, broad-shouldered and bear-waisted, his eyes reddened at this moment, his voice slightly choked.
“Let’s go—we’re going home!” Shi Fei Jiao stepped forward, ready to scoop Shi Hao into his arms. Seeing the bloodstains on Shi Hao’s chest, his eyes widened in pain and heartache.
“My child, you will recover. We’ll return to Shi Village, never to leave again. We’ll live in everlasting tranquility, untouched by the outside world,” said the clan leader Shi Yun Feng with a trembling voice, his rough palm gently caressing Shi Hao’s head and face.
Shi Hao nodded hard. Those simple yet heartfelt words and gestures stirred a warm current in his heart. His nose tingled, and his eyes grew hot.
The villagers didn’t have complex thoughts. They rushed forward in noisy commotion, their faces filled with My heart aches with compassion. and sorrow. Their sincere and simple remarks revealed their true feelings.
Da Zhuang, Er Meng, Xiao Rascal, and others had now grown into adults. This group of childhood companions surrounded Shi Hao in a flash, their eyes brimming with tears. They were ready to carry him home together, back to Shi Village.
“Take it slow,” War King stepped forward, his face filled with concern. He also wished to bring Shi Hao back to Huang Yu, but the boy’s physical condition was far too dire to endure any additional strain.
Moreover, he clung tightly to a sliver of hope—that perhaps Fairy Bone could heal Shi Hao. Thus, he softly explained to the villagers.
Shi Yun Feng, now with silver hair, trembled slightly upon hearing this. Carefully, he took out a small jade vial from within his robes and said, “I still have some Immortality Spring Water. Let’s use it first—it should help.”
The moment this item was revealed, it sent shockwaves through the crowd. Everyone present stood there in stunned silence. Could these people actually possess such a divine treasure? Who were they, the villagers of Shi Village? All mouths dropped open in astonishment.
And the Qin clan of Immortality Mountain stood in utter disbelief, unable to accept the reality. These seemingly plain folk had actually produced such a miraculous divine liquid.
“This is something Hao’er risked his life to bring back from the outside world, meant to be saved for our village people. We’ve preserved it all this time, and now, finally, it can serve a purpose,” the elder clan leader sighed.
Back then, in Bai Duan Mountain, Shi Hao had obtained five drops of the Immortality Spring Water, each drop brimming with vitality, meant to be saved for himself and the village.
“Ever since he was a little boy, Hao’er has continuously brought back relics, treasure blood, and spiritual herbs from outside, like a little adult looking after the family…”
As the old leader spoke, his deeply wrinkled face showed both smiles and tears, touching the hearts of everyone.
Several years ago, how old was Shi Hao? Yet he’d already left Da Huang, ventured into Bai Duan Mountain, journeyed to the Nest of Kun Peng, and encountered all sorts of experts, bringing back treasures from outside for the village.
People could truly feel the pure intentions of a young boy who only wished for a better life for his impoverished home.
This was another side of Xiao Shi, the side that people rarely saw. While everyone remembered his rise to glory and dominance throughout the land, they often overlooked this gentler side.
Thinking back, those spiritual herbs and drops of the Immortality Spring Water were all won with his life. At that age, other children were still sheltered and protected by their parents and clans.
Now, after his brilliant journey and unrivaled reputation, he had fallen into this state—severely injured and on the brink of death. Remembering his selfless sacrifices stirred deep emotions in everyone’s hearts.
Each drop of the Immortality Spring Water writhed like a young dragon, brimming with immense spiritual essence, swimming within the tiny jade vial. When one drop was poured into Shi Hao’s mouth, his entire body glowed.
This was a rare divine elixir of the world, capable of halting aging, rejuvenating life, and possessing immeasurable worth.
As the divine drop touched his body, Shi Hao’s complexion visibly improved, showing a hint of healthy ruddiness. The effect was immediate, far surpassing the condition he had been in moments ago.
“It’s working!” the crowd exclaimed in awe. The Immortality Spring Water lived up to its legend as a divine elixir of longevity.
“Stay here for now. We’ve prepared the Nirvana Pool, and we’ve dissolved countless spiritual pills into the liquid. We’ll use it to cleanse the Emperor and make one final attempt,” Ming Wang spoke.
This time, the Kings of Shi Country had brought an abundance of medicinal herbs and entire sacks of spiritual pills, piled as high as grain.
The Three Reverends, Shi Zi Ling, and Qin Yi Ning, after consulting several divine physicians, decided to construct a Nirvana Pool.
Immortality Mountain had a Nirvana method, known as the Five Elements Nirvana.
Now with sufficient medicinal pills, Qin Yi Ning personally arranged the formation, hoping to create the most perfect Nirvana Pool to cleanse Shi Hao’s physical form, restore his vitality, and attempt to help him achieve Nirvana rebirth.
“With the condition improving now, we might actually succeed. Adding a few more drops of the Immortality Spring Water would enhance the effect,” War King added.
In truth, the Reverends still clung to that tiny hope. If all else failed, they wished to use the Fairy Bone to heal Shi Hao in the last desperate moment.
That was why they refused to leave. Otherwise, with the pride of the Qin Clan, the Three Reverends would have already turned hostile, initiating a battle and leaving.
The people of Shi Village harbored resentment toward the Qin Clan. Yet, upon hearing the potential benefits for Shi Hao, naturally, they decided to give it a try. Still, they angrily demanded that the Qin Clan not be allowed near.
Such a demand, made at Immortality Mountain, was seen as an insult to the Qin Clan. But the people of Shi Village were direct and sincere—they simply held no goodwill or trust toward the Qin.
“Child, we’ll stay here for tonight and leave tomorrow. Let’s see if this Nirvana Pool really works,” Clan Leader Shi Yun Feng spoke.
Shi Lin Hu, Shi Fei Jiao, Er Meng, Xiao Rascal, and Qing Feng all stepped forward, surrounding Shi Hao, personally watching over him and preventing others from approaching.
All the great powers of the land came to visit continuously, making Immortality Mountain extraordinarily lively. But all sect leaders and The Strong One were blocked outside—tonight was critical, and no one was allowed near.
Inside the spiritual pond, auspicious vapor swirled, radiant light flowed. The liquid first appeared milky white, then gradually turned grass-green, later earth yellow, constantly shifting through changes.
“Grandpa Clan Leader, I want to keep the Immortality Spring Water for the village. Don’t waste it on me,” Shi Hao knew his condition and truly did not wish for such costly expenditure.
But how could such a request be granted? Everyone urged him to hold a drop of the divine liquid in his mouth as he entered the Nirvana Pool to begin the treatment.
He was covered in wounds, his bones splintered throughout his body. As soon as he entered the pool, he was enveloped in mist. A torrent of essence surged into him, nourishing his mangled body.
“It’s working!” everyone rejoiced. Seeing Shi Hao’s body emit light, his wounds shifting and stirring, the bones clicking—everyone felt it was effective.
Divine Physician Zhang Zhong frowned, observing closely without speaking.
Shi Hao sat cross-legged, his eyes closed, allowing the Three Reverends to assist in dispersing the medicinal essence, cleansing his body. Countless spiritual pills had been dissolved into the pool—this treatment cost an immense fortune.
Qin Yi Ning and Shi Zi Ling personally guarded the process, leading the ritual. They understood the pool’s structure and effects, their expressions filled with tension.
Shi Hao silently sighed, beginning to circulate a cultivation technique. Previously, in his search for his parents and grandfather, he had once thrown Immortality Mountain into chaos, obtaining this Five Elements Nirvana secret manual.
He understood that healing here might have some effect, but ultimately, nothing could change the inevitable. Others were unaware, but he could perceive it clearly—the curse glyphs resembling green rust grew denser, sinking deep into his bones, impossible to eradicate completely.
After a long night, Shi Hao drifted in and out of consciousness multiple times, finally witnessing the dawn of a morning bathed in brilliant morning glow.
Many stood at a distance, gazing at the Nirvana Pool, waiting for the outcome, sleepless through the night.
“How is it?!” Finally hearing a sound from the pool, the villagers of Shi Village and the Kings of Shi Country rushed forward to ask.
War King shook his head, his expression heavy. The Five Elements Nirvana Pool had slightly improved Shi Hao’s condition, but those cursed glyphs remained.
The Three Reverends examined closely, finding that with each passing moment, the green rust grew denser, more firmly rooted.
“We’re leaving now!” Shi Lin Hu declared, unwilling to delay further.
“Wait a little longer. The divine physicians are discussing, considering using divine needles to stimulate his life force. Let’s hear their final decision,” Peng Jiu said, his expression grim.
In the courtyard, Shi Hao faced the morning glow, lying in a soft chair, his head bowed as he carefully carved a bone—the Kun Peng Technique.
He knew his time was short. All efforts had been in vain—no method could eliminate the curse of the “Elder” of the Fairyland Palace.
“Crack!”
Old Clan Leader Shi Yun Feng heard it clearly—a sound of bone fracturing in Shi Hao’s chest. Then, blood trickled from the boy’s lips.
“My child!” he cried out. Shi Hao was carving the Kun Peng Technique with his life. His The Supreme Bone was disintegrating, a small fragment already cracked.
Others rushed over, trying to stop him.
“Qin Clan, how could you be so vile? Making such a suggestion when he’s already dying? Asking him to carve the Kun Peng Technique is sheer sacrilege,” shouted one of the uncles.
“Are you trying to kill him?” Shi Fei Jiao rebuked angrily.
Da Zhuang, Er Meng, and others clenched their fists tightly, ready to tear the place down.
Shi Hao wiped away the blood, gently waving his hand, urging them not to panic or get angry. “It is my own choice. I want to leave this Technique to Shi Country and Shi Village.”
“We don’t want it! Rest and heal!” Shi Lin Hu insisted.
“If it weren’t for the Qin Clan’s intentions, coveting this precious martial art, things wouldn’t have come to this!” the villagers of Shi Village wore grim expressions, deeply worried.
Shi Hao shook his head and resumed carving the Kun Peng Technique, fully immersing his mind.
“It’s just the Qin Clan trying to manipulate emotions and bloodlines, hoping for Kun to inherit this technique. But for Hao’er, his body couldn’t endure it—he will be drained to death.”
“Kun has Fairy Bone inside him. Why doesn’t he offer it himself? Of course, Hao’er is our Shi Village boy, sharing the same temperament. He would definitely refuse his brother’s Bone. But if the younger brother shows the gesture, even if Hao’er declines, at least the warmth will touch our hearts,” Shi Lin Hu murmured.
“He said everything would follow our parents’ decision. If needed, he’d willingly donate his bone to save his older brother,” Da Zhuang said, eyes reddened. “If we were in his position, Xiao Hao would definitely rush to save his brother. We’re not fighting for the Bone—we’d never take it. We just feel…” his words trailed off.
Shi Hao shook his head, silencing them. “I truly don’t need it.”
After much discussion, the divine physicians reached their verdict. Each shook their head—this final attempt held little hope.
“What are we waiting for? We’re only waiting to die here. Let’s go!” Er Meng said.
Qing Feng wept, holding Shi Hao’s arm, urging him to stop carving and leave immediately.
War King, Ming Wang, and Peng Wang all wore dark expressions, pacing back and forth, their hearts heavy with disappointment. Nothing could be done anymore.
“We don’t need that Bone. We’re returning—leaving here, not waiting to die,” Shi Lin Hu growled lowly.
Upon hearing this, Shi Zi Ling and Qin Yi Ning felt their hearts pierced by knives. This was their child—how could they watch him die?
“Divine Physician, could a Bonetransplant offer any hope of increasing success?” they asked, trembling.
Zhang Zhong had observed Shi Hao closely these past days. Heaved a light sigh, he replied, “Though Stone Emperor seems slightly improved, his Supreme Supreme Supreme Sovereignblood has been continuously draining within, sustaining his life only to fulfill a final wish—to return home one last time.”
“What?!” numerous cried in disbelief, their faces pale.
“Now, even if we implanted Fairy Bone, it might already be too late. His Supreme Supreme Supreme Sovereignblood is too weakened—it no longer meets the necessary conditions to nourish that bone.” This was Zhang Zhong’s judgment.
“What?!” Everyone trembled, icy coldness creeping through their limbs, as if their last thread of hope had been severed.
“We’re leaving!” roared Shi Lin Hu, no longer caring about anything.
“Go! Leave here, return to our The Desolate Land, to Shi Country, to our village!” Clan Leader Shi Yun Feng shouted with tears streaming down his face, unable to suppress his emotions.
“Divine Physician, truly no hope at all?” Qin Yi Ning felt as if her soul had been torn from her body, nearly collapsing, her face drained of all color.
Zhang Zhong shook his head. “It’s already too late. Too much time has been lost.”
“Ahhh…” Shi Zi Ling cried out, his hair flying wildly as if possessed, his eyes bloodshot, clutching a golden spear, not knowing where to strike.
He leaned on the spear, kneeling on one knee, his thick hair cascading down, hiding his face. A powerful field spread around him. Blood dripped from his lips, from his fingers gripping the spear—he was losing his mind.
“Go, return to Shi Country,” War King softly murmured, as together with the villagers of Shi Village, they carried the unconscious Shi Hao away in silence, leaving this place without another word.
At the nearest great city, the altar was opened, and a path had already been cleared. They began the journey back home.
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