Chapter 503: All Have Arrived

This bone felt smooth and warm in the hand, its gentle luster neither overly dazzling nor dull, offering a comfortable sensation when held.

Shihao’s heart pounded with excitement. After carefully examining and attuning his senses to it, he felt certain he had discovered a supreme treasure—exactly the kind of artifact he had longed for!

The people of Bulaoshan had failed to recognize its value, allowing this priceless treasure to be discarded carelessly in dust. Had they known its true worth, they would never have been so indifferent.

In the past, Shihao had once found half of a similar bone—one intact piece remained in his village, where it had greatly aided him, helping him start his cultivation path and laying a solid foundation. That was the Primordial Revelation. He had left it behind in the village.

The other half he had obtained by chance in Shiguo’s capital, won through an auction and kept on his person. Now, he quickly took it out and joined the two luminous bones together.

Unfortunately, it was still incomplete, missing a small piece.

He wondered—once fully restored, would this become another set of the Primordial Revelation?

As Willow Spirit once explained, the Primordial Revelation was divided into three parts: Upper, Middle, and Lower. The first, Divine Guidance, was viewed by many powerful figures in the Upper Realm. The second, Transcendence, was hidden in the Lower Realm, where many sought it in vain.

Could this be that legendary Middle Chapter, Transcendence? Yet something about it didn’t seem to fit.

“If this truly is the Middle Chapter, I probably wouldn’t be able to understand it yet,” he murmured to himself. “It’s meant only for beings of supreme rank.”

Dashenstone stepped forward for appraisal. It claimed this was at least a Heaven Bone, though currently broken and bare of any markings or inscriptions.

The Little Pagoda drooled, repeatedly tempting Shihao to let it devour the bone, desiring to integrate it into its body.

But Shihao refused outright. This item was too rare and precious, irreplaceable across the entire world. To destroy it would be an unforgivable crime against history.

According to the legend, the Primordial Revelation had originated before the birth of heaven and earth, growing amidst the primordial chaos. As Willow Spirit once explained, it carried the most fundamental Dao traces, possessing a mysterious transformative power capable of turning the mundane into the miraculous.

Born before the cosmos itself, it nurtured the birth of myriad creatures. The birds and beasts engraved upon it had all manifested themselves during the endless eons after creation.

Regardless of speculation, the texture matched—the warm, lustrous crystal was undeniably connected to the Primordial Revelation. Although Shihao’s mind was troubled with thoughts of his parents, he still felt elated. This was an immense discovery. Two broken pieces joined together, missing only a small fragment to complete the whole. When that happened, surely it would bring him great revelations.

Dashenstone howled, mimicking Shihao’s behavior from Bai Duan Mountain, screaming, “Mine, mine, all mine!”

Treasures overflowed within this vault—an endless pile of rare materials glowing with brilliance, forming a swirling aura of radiance so dazzling it could bewilder the senses and ensnare anyone’s heart.

Here, precious materials were heaped like common straw—stack upon stack. At least twenty types of Spirit-grade ore lay strewn about, prompting the Little Pagoda into fits of excitement.

Yet, even at a moment like this, the Little Pagoda insisted Shihao gather them up first before handing them over for consumption—only then would it accept them. No one could understand what had happened in the past to make it so cautious, following some kind of balance law so rigidly it refused to bend.

Shihao picked through the hoard with reluctance. The value of these treasures was immense. Take Sunstone, for instance—golden and radiant, condensed from the very heart of a fallen solar ember into a fist-sized gem. It contained unimaginable energy.

Even in the Upper Realm, gods and devils alike would consider it an ultimate resource.

“Hey! What luck! Could this be Chaos Soil?” The Little Pagoda gasped in astonishment and delight.

Chaos Soil was no ordinary material. It surpassed even the standard of Spirit-grade treasures—rare beyond reckoning, obtainable only by chance. It carried imprints of the Chaos Epoch and could forge supreme artifacts.

Long ago during their time at the Kunpeng Nest, Shihao had obtained a small fragment of it. Unfortunately, the Little Pagoda tricked him out of it. The piece before them now was the size of an infant’s head!

“Top-grade stuff!” The Pagoda cackled and moved to swallow it whole.

Shihao tried to stop it, hoping to keep a portion for crafting future treasures. But the Pagoda refused firmly, declaring, “With me by your side, what artifact could we not create?”

“I want to forge the Immortal Battlearmor!” Shihao shouted. But it was too late. A mere inch tall, the Pagoda vacuumed up the two Spirit-grade materials in front of it in an instant.

Shihao could only stare helplessly. The Pagoda gave him a sideways glance and said, “Bring me that broken luminous bone, and I may consider helping you hunt for more Spirit-grade materials.”

Elsewhere, Dashenstone showed no restraint. Like a hungry beast, it opened its massive maw, crunching away, scattering glowing bits in all directions.

Of course, many materials were left behind—either the Pagoda disdained them or the stone could not consume them. Shihao gathered them all, stuffing his Qian Kun pouch to the brim.

These were also rare resources, just lesser than what the Pagoda desired. It only accepted items imbued with divine essence or unique Glyphs.

The rest would be used to enrich Shiguo’s treasure vault. Since everything came from Bulaoshan, which opposed him, he felt zero remorse over plundering it.

When exiting the vault, Dashenstone was belching with satisfaction, exhaling a stream of colorful lights, staggering like it was drunk. The Little Pagoda, too, was radiant and rejuvenated, every trace of battle weariness erased.

All the treasures Bulaoshan had accumulated over countless ages were now gone. The loss was immeasurable.

Outside, the battle raged fiercely between Bulao Tianzun and an undying being, unleashing immortal energy with the Five Elemental Mountains.

“Huh? How is he still here? His projection shouldn’t last this long,” the Pagoda exclaimed in alarm.

“Wait, he brought down a strange artifact,” it suddenly realized. A mysterious chart floated above Bulao Tianzun’s head, vaguely replenishing his dissipated essence and extending his combat endurance.

Upon discovering their vault had been plundered, the Bulaoshan disciples turned red-eyed with fury—but were utterly helpless. Many shouted curses in despair.

Ever the opportunist, the Little Pagoda, after exiting the vault, leisurely drifted about, dismantling the grand formation piece by piece, even devouring the formation stones themselves. Shihao found it hard to believe his eyes.

Once out, Shihao immediately headed for Bulaoshan’s medicinal fields—but found all the plants wilted, their essence utterly drained.

“What a waste!” he cried in anguish.

Without doubt, after escaping, the undying being had inhaled all surrounding spiritual energy and lunar essence, leaving not even the medicinal fields untouched.

Here, many divine herbs had flourished. Now, all were withered—lifeless and hollow, their very roots damaged beyond recovery. It was a devastating loss.

Sighing in regret, Shihao felt the agony of arriving at a treasure trove only to leave empty-handed.

“Where is the Sacred Medicine?” he exclaimed, forgetting all else as he transformed into a holy terror, frantically searching while activating his Heavy Eyed Vision.

“I found it!” he shouted joyfully. In the distance stood a hidden formation, shielding escaping spiritual energy. He dashed forth immediately.

Along the way, he saw several Nirvana Pools—already dried and empty. He hadn’t even gotten the chance to test them before the immortal being emerged and devoured their essence.

Another loss—wasted treasure liquid.

“Little Pagoda, dismantle the formation quickly!” Shihao’s heart pounded. This was his first time encountering true Sacred Medicine at such close quarters.

Of course, Bulaoshan had experts guarding this area—but who could stand in the Pagoda’s way? With a single tremor, it unraveled the divine formation and absorbed all construction materials.

No need for words—this time, it reaped the greatest harvest, gathering countless divine materials.

“Hey! Five-Color Earth! A real treasure!” The Pagoda screamed with delight.

Here lay a spiritual pool, long since dried, its essence consumed even through the formation by the undying being.

Yet inside the pool sat a stone basin radiating five-colored light, a rare treasure the Pagoda couldn’t resist—racing over with hunger in its heart.

“This must be the Five-Color Earth shed from the Five Elemental Mountains. Perfect for planting divine flora. I’ve been waiting for the chance to taste it!” It cackled.

“Don’t!” Shihao cried, for within the soil grew a strange plant—five leaves sprouting, each shaped like a baby’s hand, differing only in hue.

“Could this be Bulaoshan’s Sacred Medicine—the Wuyuan Tree?”

Yet it clearly appeared no more than a weak grass, withered and limp, barely clinging to life, exuding faint five-colored light and a sweet fragrance.

“Hmph! In the Lower Realm, it can only be grass. It may transform into a true tree only in the Upper Realm, brimming with divine energy. And yet, even as a herb, it’s still Sacred Medicine. Nearly sucked dry by that immortal being, it survives by sheer willpower. A shame to lose it,” the Pagoda mused.

“This is Sacred Medicine. Even if it’s near death, even if it holds only a sliver of its power, it must be taken—it might yet recover,” Shihao insisted firmly.

For once, the Pagoda showed restraint, refraining from consuming the Five-Color Earth.

Qin Clan members were furious. Some who saw him removing the sacred basin turned pale with rage, but powerless to stop him.

“Fantastic! At last, true Sacred Medicine! I hope it revives,” Shihao exclaimed joyfully.

Long ago, his parents had come seeking just a few leaves of this plant—only to be refused and imprisoned. Now, the entire plant belonged to him.

“If we take this to the Upper Realm, it will surely transform into the mighty Wuyuan Tree—priceless beyond measure!” the Pagoda praised.

Suddenly, the Pagoda stiffened, its expression darkening as it turned westward and whispered in alarm.

From afar, boundless golden light erupted, radiant and overwhelming, filling the skies. Then, a massive figure appeared—solemn and sacred.

It was a colossal golden statue, seated in midair, towering like a mountain.

“Why is the Western Sect’s projection here too?” the Pagoda’s expression turned grave.

The divine image condensed rapidly into a ten-foot golden body, gleaming and resplendent, rushing forward wielding a green bamboo staff the thickness of a thumb.

The immortal being turned and fled, no longer desiring battle.

But to the Pagoda’s horror, the immortal being flew towards it—clearly attempting to pass the danger onto another.

“You break free and repay me with betrayal?!” the Pagoda screamed.

“Shield me for three days, and once restored, I shall reward you accordingly,” the immortal being spoke, golden wings engulfing the sky, its voice thunderous.

The Pagoda didn’t respond, instantly speeding away, wrapping Shihao in chaotic mist as it fled.

It wouldn’t risk fighting three opponents at once—not when it always sought to avoid losses.

But alas, the immortal being was too fast. Wings unfurled, golden mist surged, entire mountains crumbling into dust as it closed the distance and latched onto the Pagoda’s tail, provoking a string of furious curses.

“Crack!”

A jade-green bamboo staff extended forward, striking the Pagoda and sending it tumbling.

From behind, the golden form radiated brilliance, wielding the bamboo and launching an attack.

Enraged, the Pagoda spun around, sweeping forth a torrent of chaotic sword energy, crashing violently against the golden figure.

“Dare strike me? I’ll tear down all your temples!”

Meanwhile, Bulao Tianzun reappeared, again clashing with the immortal being, seeking to suppress it while it was weakened.

“Weng!”

From the East, violet mist surged. An ancient ox approached slowly, carrying a distant figure. The figure bore a celestial sword and joined the battle.

The Pagoda cursed again—why did everyone arrive all at once?

Avoiding further conflict, it sped off rapidly, no longer lingering. Yet the immortal being was highly alert. It no longer fought directly, instead tailing the Pagoda closely without separating.

Fuming, the Pagoda could only rage helplessly.

It turned to threaten the others: “Keep pursuing, and your projections vanish forever—your entire lineage erased from this world!”

As they appeared, mysterious changes surged—the mysterious domain trembled while the air thickened with vibrant life force.

“Ah, an ancient treasure realm has opened—a grand opportunity,” the golden figure muttered.

The immortal being, long imprisoned, abandoned the Pagoda and surged forward, chasing an enigmatic energy ripple.

Cursing wildly, the Pagoda followed—it, too, sensing a major chance arising.

“Exactly! An ancient treasure domain has emerged!” the Upper Realm’s mighty exclaimed in shock.

Shihao, carried by the Pagoda, rushed into the hidden realm first, equally astonished. There, he spotted familiar faces—just days ago, he had met Lanyu, Shuiyue, Honghuang, and other elites and noble beauties of the Upper Realm.

The Pagoda surged in, followed by several other giants entering the ancient domain.

“Willow Spirit!” Shihao was stunned. He sensed an overwhelming fluctuation—a familiar force, unmistakably belonging to Willow Spirit!

It had vanished for many days, seeking a monumental opportunity. He never expected to encounter its presence here, indicating the domain’s emergence was connected to the Willow Spirit.