“It’s back again…” Shi Hao murmured to himself, a mix of joy, sorrow, and melancholy swirling within him, his emotions tangled and complex.
He turned his gaze inward, where bone runes shimmered like strokes of calligraphy—horizontal, vertical, sweeping, pressing—all interwoven, radiant as dawn and dense as stars. A sacred power surged spontaneously within him.
In the past, because of that bone, blood and tears had been shed, and too many things had happened—joys and sorrows, partings and reunions. His entire life had been altered by it.
From the brutal extraction of his bone, leaving him on the brink of death, to being abandoned in the desolate Stone Village, and then rising alone to conquer the world—all of it had stemmed from that true bone.
Why had the bone runes reappeared? Shi Hao’s heart churned like turbulent waves, unable to calm. This imprint was coalescing!
**”Dong!”**
From within the Flying Immortal Stone, a sound like the tolling of a morning bell or evening drum resonated, a Daoist tone passing through his arm and into his body, shaking him to his core. It awakened him, granting immense enlightenment.
The bone runes within his flesh and blood grew denser, flowing like molten iron—scorching and potent—spreading through his limbs and bones, fully manifesting the brilliance of that treasure art!
Suppressing his agitation, Shi Hao steadied his mind, focusing all his spirit to comprehend these runes, engraving them into his memory. This was a rare opportunity to truly and completely master them.
His body and mind became empty and clear, entering a selfless state where only the treasure art and the bone runes existed in his vision.
This was a profound enlightenment. His heart was tranquil as symbol after symbol took shape within him, solidifying and being firmly grasped.
The treasure art nurtured by the innate Supreme Bone was terrifyingly complex, its patterns interwoven like a sky full of stars—nearly impossible to memorize.
Shi Hao didn’t know if he would ever see this treasure art again if he missed this chance, so he cast aside all distractions, dedicating himself solely to memorizing this secret technique.
For a time, he fell into complete silence, immersed in his inner world.
Around him, the crowd exchanged puzzled glances. Why had this guy gone silent?
Regardless, everyone was astonished. He had lifted the Flying Immortal Stone three feet off the ground and remained motionless, maintaining this state for an extended period.
Just how terrifying was his strength?
After all, earlier prodigies had exhausted their blood energy merely shaking it, and even a first-generation genius could only lift it a foot or two before collapsing.
Yet here he was, displaying such prowess, stunning everyone present!
Mandala and Lotus paled, their expressions shifting between shock and dread. What kind of monster was this? They feared he might actually lift it in one go. Exchanging glances, they felt both awe and anxiety.
“Incredible! This madman truly has the capital to be arrogant. Could he actually lift this miraculous stone today?”
Some began to doubt, finding it all too unbelievable.
Whether from the Celestial Clan or the dozen or so prodigies of other races, envy burned within them. None wished for his success. How could such a feat be initiated by someone like him?
Suddenly, people noticed his body tremble violently, as if on the verge of collapse.
“Ah, looks like he’s about to fall,” someone whispered gleefully.
Shi Hao swayed more intensely, and a faint glimmer passed over the Flying Immortal Stone in his hands, as though it might slip and crash down.
“I knew he’d fail. No one can succeed. Who does he think he is?”
“This stone from the Immortal Ancient Era—no one can lift it!”
The Celestial Clan members exhaled in relief. If an outsider accomplished what even their own race couldn’t, how could they bear the shame?
Young elites from other great sects also relaxed slightly. Being outshone like this would have been unbearable.
Mandala and Lotus, the two beauties, no longer felt tense. If this guy succeeded, they’d be furious.
“Don’t push yourself. You can’t do it,” Mandala taunted, eager to see him humiliated.
“If you can’t, just admit it. You lack the talent. Forcing it will only break your bones and ruin your foundation,” Lotus added airily, clearly seeking revenge for earlier grievances.
The other young elites watched with amusement, waiting for Shi Hao to embarrass himself beneath the stone’s weight.
Yet, no matter how long they waited, Shi Hao swayed but refused to fall.
“It should be soon,” someone began counting down, eager to witness his dramatic collapse.
The martial arena was packed with spectators, all waiting for the young man’s inevitable failure.
Time passed—over a hundred breaths!
“Huh? Why hasn’t he fallen yet?”
“Strange. He clearly can’t hold on, so why is he still standing? Something’s off.”
The crowd grew puzzled and disappointed. He should have been crushed by now—why was he still swaying?
“I bet he’ll suddenly collapse. He’s barely holding on, and his body might shatter in an instant!”
“How amusing. Let’s see how long you last,” Mandala murmured.
Then—Shi Hao moved.
His arms lifted slightly, raising the Flying Immortal Stone another foot—now four feet off the ground. His stance stabilized like an unshakable boulder, halting his earlier “decline” and standing firm.
The crowd was stunned, especially those who had been gloating. Even Mandala froze, her exquisite face stiffening. Was he toying with them, waiting to make fools of them all?
Everyone was shocked. Not only had he endured, but he’d lasted over a hundred breaths—his strength was absurdly excessive.
Had he been pretending earlier?
“How shameless! Mocking us like this—doesn’t he fear overexerting and exploding?” someone sneered.
Many young elites had prematurely declared his failure, and now their faces burned. He was challenging them, humiliating them with his actions!
“Thick-skinned, black-hearted, and wicked—that’s his true nature,” Lotus muttered, grinding her teeth in frustration.
In truth, Shi Hao was oblivious. He was lost in his own world, consumed by the mysterious bone runes, studying them obsessively.
Time was precious to him—not a moment could be wasted.
**”Heaven’s Calamity Light…”**
A brilliant radiance erupted within him, piercing eternity and illuminating his inner world with an immortal aura.
In the past, during his life-or-death battle with the Dual-Pupiled One, he had glimpsed this light—the supreme art birthed from the Supreme Bone.
Strand after strand descended like celestial mist, transforming into runes, ripples, and all things, omnipresent, reflecting the will of heaven.
Shi Hao immersed himself, unable to break free, comprehending every nuance with his entire being.
Heaven’s judgment descended, its runes intertwining in a terrifying, blazing display.
“Hmm?”
Shi Hao awoke slightly from his trance, surprised. The runes were changing, evolving—different from what he’d seen before.
The Heaven’s Calamity Light from beyond the skies condensed, forming a hand that imprinted itself in his vision, embodying the mysteries of the cosmos.
The hand was pristine as jade, covered in symbols, exuding a power capable of annihilating all!
“So this is it!” Shi Hao understood. This was the perfected treasure art.
Had Shi Yi not fully mastered it back then? Had the transplanted bone not fully fused with him?
If the Dual-Pupiled One still lived, perhaps he could now unleash this flawless divine ability.
**”Heaven’s Hand!”**
Shi Hao realized the name of the treasure art birthed from his first bone.
But how could he still see these runes without the bone or Supreme Blood? Puzzled, he pondered this upon awakening.
“Perhaps the body is the root. The bone grew from it, nurturing the innate treasure art. Maybe the deepest essence of that imprint remains.” This was his conclusion.
Then he thought of the Flying Immortal Stone. Its value was immeasurable—it had awakened the deepest imprints within his flesh, resurrecting the Supreme Bone runes.
What kind of marvel was this? Shi Hao activated his Dual Pupils, scrutinizing the stone. Something lay within, obscured by mist—unfathomable even to his enhanced vision.
“An ancient scripture?”
Whatever it was, it was hidden deep within the stone, impervious to his gaze. No wonder legends said this stone could reflect the true bones, divine skin, and treasure blood of first-generation prodigies. It was extraordinary—a tool for better understanding oneself.
Truly, relics from the Immortal Ancient Era were remarkable.
Back then, the Celestial Clan had dominated the three thousand provinces, hailed as the imperial race of the upper realm. Only they could possess such a priceless immortal stone—unmatched anywhere else.
Shi Hao calmed his mind, returning to his enlightenment, discarding all distractions to memorize the runes of Heaven’s Hand.
This was a rare chance!
Around him, the crowd watched intently as Shi Hao closed his eyes, holding the Flying Immortal Stone with serene indifference.
Mandala was furious. This brat was putting on quite the act—others struggled just to lift the stone, yet he looked utterly at ease.
“Stop pretending. I know you’re about to collapse. Don’t blame me when your body breaks apart.”
“Are you gathering strength to lift it higher? I predict you’ll fail,” Lotus teased, aiming to provoke him.
But Shi Hao heard none of it. He was lost in the world of the treasure art, comprehending Heaven’s Hand.
“I refuse to believe he can truly lift the Flying Immortal Stone!” a young first-generation prodigy from another clan scoffed.
The Celestial Clan experts nodded inwardly, certain he would fail. Their own most talented genius had only raised it to shoulder height before his arms exploded.
Yet—
“He’s lifting it!”
Under the crowd’s stunned gazes, Shi Hao moved unconsciously, raising the stone steadily without a single tremor, as immovable as a mountain.
Then, his hands lifted the stone past his shoulders—and over his head!
He stood there, holding the Flying Immortal Stone aloft.
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