The walls of the ancient cauldron shimmered, unveiling inscriptions. They projected radiant depictions of towering peaks and swirling sun and moon—visions from primordial eras. Ancestors were shown conducting celestial ceremonies, the reverberating sounds sacred and solemn. For a short moment, it felt as if time reversed, revealing the chants of the ancient deities.
Upon the caudron’s gleaming walls emerged fierce primordial beasts—spirits of ancient dragons and guardian beasts rendered vividly with haunting intensity. They almost burst through its metal surface, as if clawing through time, evoking shuddering emotions to every soul that beheld the spectacle. Such an occurrence was beyond belief—the cauldron must possess spiritual essence!
“It… is truly divine!” murmured the venerated elder, his voice shaking. Who could ever know their ancestral cooking vessel was imbued with such mystery? The interior walls glistened with exquisite, fragrant dew—an auspicious manifestation. These translucent drops emanating fragrance brought serenity and relaxation with a breath.
Utilizing golden dragon-monkey’s blood as the core ingredient created a miraculous consequence: the ancestral cauldron came vibrantly alive. Marvelous scenes of its past splendor were reborn. Everyone present witnessed with widened eyes and bated breath.
The senior elder, familiar with some ancient legends, mused, “Only a precious artifact can brew miraculous elixirs across countless eras while absorbing medicinal essence through the centuries that seep into its being. When golden blood touched its surface, this cauldron recognized something ancient in it and began this reverent ritual.”
Inside the bubbling cauldron shimmered translucent elixir, emitting an otherworldly scent accompanied by echoes from ancient ceremonies, the divine voices of gods harmoniusly choral. It seemed as though a godly medicine was nearing completion. Exclaimed elders clutched tremulously, “Wonderful, marvelous,” stretching aged hands in sheer reverence before a cauldron capable of birthing divine phenomena.
Drippings from the inscribed dew mingled into the bubbling potion inside, heightening its aromatic intensity as villagers’ widened eyes followed its progression solemnly. The ancient elders explained: “This is the core-root medicine essence—this vessel nurtures remnants from infinite rare medicines boiled into this wall throughout the eras—and now it births an alchemical miracle that boosts what the cauldron brews today with unfathomable mystery!”
A cauldron generating this ‘core-root essence’ symbolizes inestimable rarity; not even all celestial kingdoms could obtain such treasures easily, for its surface had become spiritually sentient! Its medicinal essence had intertwined into the heavens’ spiritual vitality over millennia. It absorbed celestial energy to refine further elixirs within—this was the cauldron’s ultimate awakening: where core-essence met divine alchemy, unlocking boundless potential.
Indeed, when the core essence dripped into its contents, the elixir shone dazzlingly, vibrant with energy—a potion now refined with extraordinary radiance. It emanated ethereal clarity from its glow as it exhaled an elation, where even bones felt renewed.
“This brew stands already among divine medicinal relics!” Shi Lin Hu marveled breathlessly—one small village alone succeeding in crafting such splenetic refinement.
Young villagers couldn’t help but drool in admiration—drawn helplessly toward the scent, their tongues almost disolving into their own salivation, aching to taste it immediately. Among them, golden-furred Li’ery leapt with boundless energy, nearly tumbling into the vessel before being hastily halted by the young one beside.
“Its true—we may exist merely within this one village; we cannot boast of primeval bloodlines or sacred bones passed through eras nor rare divine components from sacred groves. Yet… equipped with this cauldron and the primordial beast’s gold blood, we’ve nonetheless created a potion of celestial merit” asserted Shi Fei Jiao with an unguarded determination.
The Young One shared his origins freely among them, and many offered warm encouragement to see him shine. After all, the world watched as Shi Yue emerged—a holy child with saintly disposition, his sacred bones fated to elevate talents beyond mortal bounds with unparalleled divine blessings that even vast kingdoms might rally armies to secure its nurturing growth. Any who met such might felt unease.
Shi Yue resided among the noble halls of empires with unlimited resources—prime resources including sacred relic bloodline inheritances or impossibly rare flora for alchemical might—the very essence of terrifying potential. At mere years nearing tenfold celestial harmony, he gleamed brighter than the sun in distant empires, basking all kingdoms in radiating magnificence.
Yet defiant words broke silence with the deep snorts of Shi Lin Hu, declaring: “Our own stone settlement isn’t inferior! Possessing this ancestral cauldron, no realm can rival our ability to craft wondrous medicinal miracles.”
“Certainly true—we originated from this very site; ancient dynasty roots traced here originally. Now, time grants fresh trials once more—it remains whose genius shall surpass! Will that ancient lineage’s brilliance endure, or shall our ancestral soil prove triumphant anew?”
The ancients stirred fervently—reminiscent of children defying limitations—as they ordered the youth: ransack ancestral halls for sacred treasures passed down in wooden chests, seeking anything of forgotten significance.
Suddenly, the cauldron pulsed—shimmer rays bloomed radiantly, transforming both vessel and brew within into resplendent golden essence. Mists swelled around it in color waves, beauty radiating into fragrant purity evoking a sense of transcendence—as if nearing flight between realms.
“Ahh! Marvelous essence!” murmurs stirred throughout the village while eager mouths watered.
Upon the cauldron’s inscriptions anew, echoing primordial ceremonial hymns resound, grandiose again as primordial beasts—terrible in might—and shadowy divine forms illuminated beyond comprehension—an unfolding grand mystery revealing itself.
With a sudden roar, flames beneath the cauldron extinguished abruptly and all watched with breaths stilled.
“Completed at last!” golden elixirs settled.
Yet golden Li’ery, overcome with anticipation from the first siphon tasting, moved impulsively before anyone.
“Li’ery, doth thou wish to partake thy divine offering already?” Er Meng laughed.
Perplexed—scratching its own ears, yet unable to contain itself, grabbing a pottery ladle from elder’s hands—dipped deeply, gushed the liquid, gulping the golden elixir in one go, unfettered by propriety.
“Will ye really swallow thine own blood?”
“Zhi Zhi!” shrieked cheerfully—as if to shrug saying, no qualm, if the heart delights, then why hold it at bay?
Upon consumption, young master felt a wave ignite within—an inferno of vitality coursing forth—radiantly igniting from skin outward in gleaming energy before bursting profuse sweat as if freshly dragged from a storm’s sea—transcendently renewed as steam waft from his silhouette in golden brilliance—each gleaming bone snapping rhythmically within. Potency surged through body, healing bruises and injuries instantaneously—his marrow gleaming white light while luminous waves bathed in aura, shrouding entirely in golden radiance as time passed before gradually receding.
Eyes full of anticipation fell upon him: how did he feel?
“A miracle!”
The village chief offered him his second serving—”A child’s youthful frame deserves utmost care; improper cultivation could mar one’s growth.”
Evidently, one pot couldn’t be his alone.
Children eagerly shared ladles, each draining the sacred infusion in swift gulps. Unfortunately their vessels couldn’t match the boy. Barely past the sip, they burned internally, shooting auroras from eyes, erupting like wildfire.
“Ahhh-aaaaa!”
Raced the children—splashed into lake after lake with crashing cannonbails plunging them into cold salvation from internal flames. The restless night stretched far. Barely half a pot each sent them all through till morn’s light.
That pot, thick and dense, mostly flowed into the young master. The rest shared by youth and guardians, yet three infant celestial birds likewise basked. Roaring with their energy—uninterrupted sleep became myth as the night passed in glowing awakenings.
Though golden child drifted to the land between sleeping stars that night. Internal radiance bathed his being: radiant bones; translucent organs renewed.
He awaked sticky with expelled toxins from internal marrow and viscera—a natural sign of deep purification. Without alarm, he collected clothes by the lakeshore and cannonballed into waters, causing an uproar from children red-eye sleepless from the previous ordeal.
“You start early indeed,” the child called.
“No, still wide awake—can’t close our eyes yet!” replied others, faces reflecting a mixture of pain and exhilaration—an aftermath of bound power churning within.
With cheer, the lad remarked, “Well, keep soaking. I go practice for today then!” New morning’s beginning had begun—the child resumed toward a chaotic range of waterfalls roaring forth like cosmic rivers crashing down rock peaks with deafening thunders. Against this torrential downpour atop roaring white waters stood only his young frame—persevering against nature’s power to climb onward.
Days flew—the child trained without fail from dawn till setting sun’s light vanished.
Waterfall cascades thundered violently—its roaring deaf like the heavens pouring. Upon rock strewn peaks swaying with thunderous downpour, small figure fought with will.
Crashing hundreds of stone pounds down the cliff toward him—shuddering boulders aimed directly! Yet in time that once would bring panic—the young one stood unshaken—unyielding amidst collision.
Three short months—bodies molded into living fortresses of sinew and strength.
Then, amidst his climb—suspicious shifting at uppermost heights—thud of a ton of rock—descending thousands pounds—descending not merely a weight, but impact equaling countless metric tons. In that instant—a child surrounded beneath the cascade—the boy stood illuminated in shimmer from roaring waves. Senses screamed danger—but movement ceased: testing endurance through sheer flesh alone!
Crash echoed! Stone impacted shoulders with thunderous blow. Blowing forth mighty wave of cascading waters, he was engulfed in surging torrent.
No glyph activated. Yet, the human silhouette, radiant with luster—unyielded, untouched by breakage!
His body shook—fragile brilliance of flesh faded—still standing despite the burning agony from his back. No crack in tendons, no fracture emerged—he’d taken the weight. Astonishing mastery!
Months of rigorous discipline under water’s endless torrents had forged body into unshakable mettle—one who bore unshakable blood vitality that emitted natural protective brilliance even without invoking ancient spells. Flesh now gleamed instinctively from pure internal energy, forming an innate shield of living armor.
“Does this exemplify that which Great Willow God called ‘Blood-Stepping Threshold’’s authentic truth?” he contemplated silently.
The willow’s teachings matched similar words but diverged deeply from contemporary practice. His methods were rooted beyond humanity—as if shaped by ancient beasts’ standards and trials.
Yet undeterred, days rolled endlessly like waterfalls—month upon month repeated tirelessly.
Each evening: wounded and bleeding.
Yet every wound—cleansed by ancient formula granted by Great Willow. Daily brews revived him anew. He never lost the innocent visage—fair skin; gentle glances remained while muscle after muscle became temples of power with every cell alive with radiant potency—so that now stones bouncing on his body merely shattered into dust while waves of vitality coursed within in ceaseless surging torrents. A full year neared completion, with seven birthdays now approaching.
The child now climbed with one arm, weighing itself beneath a multi-tonnage boulder, legs wrapped and pulling up rock surfaces—faced unrelenting boulder barrages.
Impact thunders—crushing rocks fell—Yet he climbed onward as steady as any godly ape, unflinching, unfailing. Ascending ever beyond crashing tides—climax reaching stone summits.
Atop—his form glowing fully—a single year’s training transformed his body toward terrifying brilliance beyond ordinary beings.
Though already capable a moon ago, this act now solidified and refined his achievement—flesh honed.
“Up, UP!”
Standing above, amidst cascading sunrise, golden light enveloped a small figure rising triumphant over a ten-tonnage beastly stone overhead. His radiance blazed like celestial forge. Creatures in surrounding peaks cried warnings, their instincts screaming of terror toward that lone gleaming child atop cascading heavens’ stream. Sunfire aura swirled—like infant war gods, embodying unspeakable might.
Only blood-inherited offspring bearing heaven-bestowed ancient beastline traits had the ability—to attain ten-thousand jin limit!
With that final effort—it had awakened!
Little boy had pierced toward the threshold—his bloodline answered call. The Peak of Power unveiled: ten-metric-ton might! Little Hero had soared into a new stage!
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