Chapter 606: Resurrection

White mist exhaled from Shi Hao’s mouth and nose, resembling ethereal Fairy Aura, accompanied by auspicious radiance, entering and exiting with each breath.

This was no illusion. The villagers, with their Spirit Eyes, saw it clearly. Er Meng, Little Rascal, Hu Zi, and others were nearly overcome with joy. Had the miracle they long awaited finally arrived?

Shi Hao’s physical body had not decayed. His face appeared rosy rather than pale and lifeless as it had over a year ago. A vibrant vitality had returned.

Especially noticeable was the glow flowing across his body, emitting waves of divine power.

At times, half his body turned golden yellow; moments later, it shifted into pitch black. After a while, it radiated a purple-gold color—constantly changing.

“What is happening? I sense a vast power—a surge of divine energy. Is this a transformation?” Da Zhuang exclaimed.

In truth, everyone was filled with anticipation, wishing desperately for the person within the coffin to awaken immediately.

Mao Qiu and Xiao Hong were naturally disturbed and arrived right away, carefully observing. They too were astonished, for they could confirm—life had returned to Shi Hao’s body. He was about to revive!

This was a miracle. Having remained dormant for over a year, could he really come back to life?

The Immortal Preserving Grass had maintained his form to prevent decay and further deterioration. Yet truly coming back to life required his own strength.

Perhaps the Five-Colored Sparrow had also played a role, but ultimately, it was Shi Hao’s experience of life and death, and his will to survive, that proved most crucial.

“Hao Zi’s wounds still remain, unhealed,” the Snotty Kid pointed out.

On Shi Hao’s body, numerous bloodstains lingered, though faint light could be seen slowly nourishing those areas.

“It is the Immortal Preserving Grass that preserved his physical form, allowing vitality to return. True healing, however, will take time,” Mao Qiu explained.

In the following days, the earthen mound cracked open, and the white roots covering the coffin withered and fell away. Shi Hao’s body emitted streams of light, like swirling clouds and radiant mists.

“The medicinal herbs he consumed have indeed had some effect,” Xiao Hong sighed.

Over a year ago, when Shi Hao neared death, both Shi Kingdom and Shi Village offered their most priceless treasures: top-grade herbs, to preserve his life.

Back then, the effects were minimal, yet not insignificant—limitless vitality had been infused into his body and stored.

Holy Herbs, Spirit Wine, Fountain of Immortality, a lotus seat woven from Kun Peng tree branches, Silver Peaches, and Golden Nectar from the Sun Tree—each was a rare treasure beyond value.

Combined, they formed an unimaginably vast source of vitality.

All of these treasures had remained within his flesh and blood, nourishing his body across the year and resisting the corrosive Runes of the green copper rust.

At the very least, his body never withered, instead storing abundant vital energy—one of the reasons his essence remained so potent.

“Imperceptibly, these divine substances have been refining his meridians and muscles, playing a vital role!” Mao Qiu marveled.

“He has experienced life and death, understood reincarnation. His own Runes have revived and are now resisting the curse, gradually gaining the upper hand. That is the key!” Xiao Hong added.

“Boom!”

A mighty tremor erupted, and auspicious mists surged forth, shattering the earthen mound and revealing the coffin.

The villagers could now see clearly: divine light flowed through Shi Hao’s body, his flesh brimming with life. His breathing was steady, and the white mist from his mouth and nose shimmered like Fairy Aura!

Without a doubt, this was the Primordial Essence.

Lying peacefully, Shi Hao’s body emitted a pulse. His chest began to rise and fall. Then came a deep, resonating sound that startled everyone.

Even Mao Qiu and Xiao Hong were taken aback—it was his heart, beginning to beat again, strong and powerful, like a great drum being struck.

In the blink of an eye, his body radiated a mysterious glow, his flesh becoming translucent and radiant, as if forged from Fairy Gold, exuding brilliant auspicious light.

“Boom… Boom…”

The heartbeat grew stronger, deeper, like thunder rolling across the heavens—terrifying.

“How terrifying! Uncle Hao’s heartbeat is so powerful it almost knocks us off our feet,” some children stepped back, faces paling, shaken by the vibrations.

Indeed, this was extraordinary—a heartbeat signaling the resurgence of his primordial vitality, as awe-inspiring as the awakening of a prehistoric beast.

His chest, especially the heart, blazed as a red-hot divine furnace, radiating vibrant red light. His vital energy surged like tides, ceaseless and mighty.

“The broken bones still have gaps and haven’t healed yet, but that won’t matter. Once he revives, they will naturally mend.”

“The true loss is the Emperor Bone—it is truly gone.”

Mao Qiu and Xiao Hong exchanged remarks, marveling at the might of Shi Hao’s physical body, though lamenting the absence of the bone.

“It might not be such a bad thing. I clearly sensed the aura of Reincarnation. Even without the bone, it may not matter much.”

“Ah! Look at that!”

Mao Qiu gasped, pointing toward Shi Hao’s bones. With Spirit Eyes, they could clearly see inside.

In that past battle, Shi Hao’s body had shattered, his bones broken beyond count, and even now they remained cracked and unhealed.

Yet within these gaps, light was flowing, nourishing the broken bones.

“It’s Emperor Blood!” Xiao Hong exclaimed in shock.

At this statement, the entire village trembled with excitement, all eyes fixed, breath held in anticipation.

Shi Hao had lost his Emperor Bone, but that had led to the birth of a Young Man warrior possessing two Fairybones who shook the celestial realms—an outcome that unsettled the villagers.

Now to hear that Emperor Blood still flowed within Shi Hao—this sparked a surge of hope and excitement among the people.

This blood was uniquely radiant, gleaming like morning glow, vivid red like crimson Rosy glow. It coursed through the bone gaps, nourishing the fractures, gradually restoring the bones to brilliant purity.

Not only that, it flowed into his flesh and the old wounds, continuously rebuilding them.

“This…” Even Mao Qiu widened his eyes. This was Emperor Blood—it was actually coursing throughout his entire body!

What was happening? What kind of change was this?

The villagers were stunned and anxious. What would be the consequence? Their hearts pounded with anticipation.

“This kid really dares to take risks. Was this his intention, or an accidental breakthrough?” Xiao Hong’s voice was dry with disbelief, finding it hard to comprehend.

To circulate brilliant, morning-like Emperor Blood through every bone and muscle, directing it throughout the body—it was daring, potentially destructive, yet perhaps the beginning of a great transformation.

“This might not end well!” Mao Qiu frowned, for he noticed the Runes of green copper rust still lingering, not yet completely erased.

The “Great One” from the Immortal Hall possessed near-divine mastery—the curse engraved was not easily removed, especially after Shi Hao had shattered his Emperor Bone.

“He should be able to sever the curse, but at a steep cost,” Xiao Hong sighed, finally understanding what had occurred over the past year.

Shi Hao’s Emperor Blood had been burning continuously, though only a limited supply remained. Still, it fiercely resisted the curse, striving to cleanse it entirely, little by little.

“This blood has dried before, only to revive again. It has fought against the curse relentlessly, and now only a small trace of green copper rust remains!”

Everyone could see—the brilliant red Emperor Blood seemed ablaze, rushing into every inch of flesh and bone, constantly cleansing and purifying Shi Hao’s body.

Mao Qiu furrowed his brow: “But this is too much consumption. If he were in his prime, it might be fine, but now—having lost the Emperor Bone—if not for the residual essence left by the Fountain of Youth, Kun Peng Wine, and Golden Nectar, his body would have withered long ago.”

“And… if the curse is fully erased, will any Emperor Blood remain?” Xiao Hong questioned doubtfully.

“Both success and failure lie within the curse—both calamity and fortune coexist,” Mao Qiu mused.

Precisely because the green copper rust Runes had spread throughout Shi Hao’s entire body, the Emperor Blood surged through every inch of his flesh, purifying and destroying the curse.

The fractured bones and wounds were priority targets for purification.

“Indeed, without the Runes of the Immortal Hall interwoven through his body, directing the Emperor Blood across all his muscles would have been near impossible.”

The human body is a great mystery. Rushing forth like this could have led to catastrophe.

Yet now, the Runes acted like beacons, glowing and attracting the Emperor Blood to rush forth, to extinguish them and replace them.

Through this process, Shi Hao’s body was slowly adapting, gradually bearing the strain—this was the true foundation, the true miracle of rebirth.

“Just hope that even after the green copper rust Runes are completely purged, the Emperor Blood doesn’t dry up entirely. Or else it would be a catastrophe—giving all and gaining nothing.”

“No worries. Back then, Shi Hao suffered bone extraction and total loss of Emperor Blood, yet new true blood was regenerated, giving birth to a second Fairy Bone, its Runes even more potent than before. I can’t help but wonder—should the Emperor Blood be exhausted and then reborn once more, what mysterious Runes would arise? It might shake both past and future!”

“If he evolves again, unimaginable might awaits!”

Mao Qiu and Xiao Hong were filled with anticipation, their very conversation stirring excitement. They knew—so long as the Emperor Blood endured, it would nourish his body and restore everything.

This time, that blood would nourish every bone and muscle within Shi Hao’s body.

Upon hearing this, the villagers were equally stirred, their hearts ablaze with hope, yearning for Shi Hao’s return stronger than ever.

For days on end, the earthen mound shimmered with auspicious mist and radiant glow, increasing in brilliance like a sacred tomb.

Shi Hao continued to transform. His body’s life force grew even stronger. All signs of life had nearly returned, save the final act of sitting up.

Streams of multicolored light flowed across his form, dazzling and incomparable.

At times, his limbs turned golden; his heart glowed like a divine furnace, radiating red brilliance. All manner of light pierced his frame, his flesh glowing like sacred lanterns of jade and crystal.

“No need for worry—it means his body is growing stronger, remodeling itself and knitting bones. This is a sign of recovery. The essence of the divine herbs stored within him is gradually dissolving, purifying his entire being,” Mao Qiu explained.

Thus, the people remained as guardians, unwilling to depart.

All understood: when Shi Hao finally purged the Runes like green copper rust from his body, he would truly awaken—alive once more!

Days passed, and suddenly, a brilliant radiance erupted, like a mighty sun bursting from the earth’s depths. With a thunderous BOOM, the earthen mound shattered, vanishing entirely.

At the same time, the coffin cracked apart—and Shi Hao suddenly opened his eyes!