“The treasures of the Shi Clan’s ancestral lands are extraordinary, especially for those who have reached the King Realm and beyond—they are of paramount importance,” said the old prince of the Fire Nation. Dressed in fiery red robes, he sat cross-legged on a cushion, his face lined with wrinkles and his eyes dim. Yet, when speaking of the Shi Clan’s ancestral legacy, a glimmer of envy flickered in his gaze.
“Please enlighten me, Elder,” Shi Hao humbly requested.
“With your talent, no one in this generation of the Shi Clan can compare to you. If you go to the Shi Kingdom’s imperial palace, you will undoubtedly be chosen as the successor to the throne, and the legacy will naturally be yours,” someone beside him remarked.
Shi Hao frowned. He had no desire to enter the Shi Kingdom’s imperial palace at the moment, for ascending the throne would inevitably involve bloody battles—it was not something that could be achieved peacefully.
“It’s a few ancient alchemy recipes,” the old prince of the Fire Nation said, noticing Shi Hao’s genuine ignorance.
Shi Hao was stunned. The legacy of the Shi Clan’s ancestral lands was merely a few ancient alchemy recipes? That seemed far too ordinary. The Fire Nation’s ancestral lands, after all, housed the Sacred Imperial Palace, filled with boundless opportunities.
“It seems you truly don’t know,” the Nine Spirits King chuckled beside him. Though aged, his vitality was abundant, his golden hair shimmering with radiance.
“The Shi Kingdom’s alchemy recipes are extraordinary. Even many ancient powerhouses coveted them but failed to obtain them,” the Fire Crow King from the Blazing Fire Cavern added.
The certainty in their words was enough to prove the exceptional nature of those recipes.
“Look at us—none of us are human, yet we yearn for those recipes desperately. That alone speaks volumes,” the Nine Spirits King said frankly.
The old prince of the Fire Nation nodded. “In truth, those recipes are priceless. Even the ancient divine mountains sought them, expending great effort, yet they never succeeded.”
A nearby Ape King added, “The Shi Kingdom’s cultivation methods are indeed remarkable, but not to the point of defying the heavens. However, those alchemy recipes have made countless sects in the Desolate Wasteland green with envy.”
Shi Hao was astonished. The most precious legacy of the Shi Kingdom was actually those recipes?
Rumors said those recipes could revive the dead and regenerate flesh. By refining spiritual medicines with them, one could unlock the hidden potential within the human body, achieving breakthroughs in the shortest time possible.
Shi Hao, currently in the Array Formation Realm, understood deeply how difficult it was to break through. Compared to previous realms, the effort required was exponentially greater. By his estimation, advancing to the next major realm—becoming a Supreme—would take many more years.
Even so, for someone his age, such achievements were already astonishing. But Shi Hao could not afford to stagnate. He knew that only by continuously advancing could he protect himself and act freely, unshackled by constraints. Otherwise, as a so-called prodigy, he might perish prematurely—whether from the Immortal Mountain or the Heaven Mending Sect, none would allow his rise.
Even the Demon Spirit Lake would not tolerate his dominance over the Desolate Wasteland.
Now, with the world on the brink of chaos, it was an opportunity for him to rise amidst the turmoil. Even if the supreme beings who had secluded themselves were to reemerge in the future, he would fear nothing.
The old prince of the Fire Nation sighed. “Unfortunately, I’ve heard that the Shi Kingdom’s alchemy recipes are incomplete. From ancient times to now, many events have occurred, and one crucial recipe has been lost.”
The other old kings nodded. Had it not been lost, the Shi Kingdom would have been far more prosperous, with more Imperial Realm experts than now. Currently, all the kingdom’s spiritual resources were consumed by one or two individuals in the imperial palace. With the missing recipe, even more rare treasures were needed—otherwise, such measures wouldn’t be necessary.
“Just a few alchemy recipes—can they really be that powerful?” Shi Hao found it hard to believe.
“Naturally, they are extraordinary. Some speculate that those recipes have an incredible origin, shrouded in mystery. They can maximize one’s cultivation potential, unlocking the treasures within the human body.”
Shi Hao was stunned. Were these claims reliable? He hesitated.
“The remaining recipes are in the hands of the Human Emperor. Sadly, one is missing—the one that complemented the others, the most precious of them all. Had it not been lost, the effects would have been truly heaven-defying.”
According to the old kings, those recipes were astonishing. One in particular would be most effective for Shi Hao at his current stage, allowing him to surpass the Array Formation Realm and become a Supreme.
“Alchemy is still an external aid. Can it really have such a massive effect? Even if it allows a breakthrough, there must be drawbacks,” Shi Hao said skeptically.
The old prince of the Fire Nation shook his head. “Though they are alchemy recipes, their usage differs…”
Normally, alchemy recipes were used to refine pills for consumption—such breakthroughs were indeed shortcuts, often leading to unstable foundations.
However, the Shi Kingdom’s ancient recipes were different. They could be used to refine pills, but their greater purpose was to avoid forming pills altogether. Instead, the practitioner and the medicinal liquid would be refined together, stimulating the body’s potential and unlocking its hidden treasures.
This was not just alchemy—it was self-refinement. Cultivating amidst the balance of water and fire, yin and yang, tempering both body and spirit, undergoing rebirth and transformation. There would be no side effects—only greater strength.
Shi Hao was stunned. After hearing the old kings’ detailed explanation, he took a sharp breath.
Those recipes not only unlocked physical potential but also amplified spiritual power. This was beyond mere alchemy—it was self-cultivation of the highest order.
“What a pity. The Shi imperial family’s recipes are incomplete, and their ancestral lands can no longer be found,” the Fire Crow King lamented.
“The Shi Clan was cautious and meticulous. Though they conquered vast territories and established an ancient kingdom, they did not bring all their clansmen. They sealed off their ancestral lands, cutting off contact—fearing that their external kin might perish, leaving a lineage behind to ensure their bloodline never died out.”
Speaking of this, the old kings both admired the foresight of the Shi ancestors and felt regret.
Now, it seemed that finding the complete recipes outside was impossible. Even the Human Emperor’s collection was missing the most crucial one.
“If the ancestral lands could be found, even the Heaven Mending Sect and the Immortal Mountain would covet them. Rumors say those recipes are extraordinary, with an unimaginable origin. For the Shi ancestors to obtain them was a stroke of immense fortune,” the Nine Spirits King said.
Speaking of the past, they all sighed.
Over such a long span of time, even the Shi Clan itself had lost the path back. Legends said that beneath those ancestral lands lay something extraordinary, and the Shi Kingdom’s strongest sacrificial spirit—the only one to have returned—was buried there. With its remains, it had laid down a world-shocking formation spanning thousands of miles, making it nearly impossible for even supreme experts to locate.
Shi Hao’s heart stirred. He thought of the Willow Deity, who had once said it had taken advantage of the Shi Clan’s legacy, hence its protection of the village. It had rested there, absorbing something from beneath the earth, and had broken the formation.
Moreover, the entire Stone Village had since relocated—it should be easier to find now.
“Elder, how many ancient alchemy recipes did the Shi Clan originally possess?” Shi Hao asked, his heart anything but calm—even trembling with excitement.
“If none were lost, there should be five,” the old prince of the Fire Nation replied, giving him a curious glance.
At that moment, Shi Hao felt his blood surge, his entire body heating up. He nearly let out a roar, his veins bulging with excitement—but he restrained himself, forcing calm.
Because Stone Village possessed all five recipes, passed down from ancient times!
He needed no further confirmation. He already knew what they were—priceless treasures that, if revealed, would shake the world.
Back in the village, the old chief often lamented that their clan’s legacy had been severed, their techniques lost to time, leaving their descendants weak.
In the end, all that remained were a few ancient cauldrons, some indestructible relics, and those five recipes.
The elders of the past had always felt guilty, believing they had failed their descendants by not preserving their heritage—the methods that could have made Stone Village stand proudly in the world.
Now, it seemed that though the Shi Clan’s ancestral lands had suffered calamities, the most precious legacy had never truly been lost!
Even Shi Hao had never imagined it would be those recipes.
What a joke—they had been sitting on a treasure trove without realizing it! Recipes so valuable that even the ancient divine mountains coveted them—how could they be ordinary?
Yet the villagers, in their simplicity, had treated them as mere medicinal formulas.
Had they been lost, what a tragedy it would have been!
Fortunately, generation after generation had preserved them, safeguarding their greatest treasure.
Shi Hao recalled the suffering he endured as a child, being boiled in medicinal cauldrons. He had endured, but his companions had cried out in agony. Now he understood—it wasn’t just about refining medicine, but unlocking their own potential.
“Rumors say each of those recipes requires dozens, even hundreds, of rare ingredients—an immense expenditure,” the old kings continued, sighing despite never having obtained them.
Even if ordinary people acquired those recipes, they would be useless—only top-tier factions could gather the necessary materials.
Shi Hao believed this wholeheartedly. The old chief had once admitted that their childhood medicinal baths had used substitutes—common herbs, centipedes, and scorpions—because the true ingredients, spiritual medicines and primal blood, were beyond Stone Village’s reach.
Even obtaining the blood of a Suanni had been sheer luck—yet it was still far from enough to complete even one recipe.
Now, Shi Hao understood why the next generation of Stone Village—like Da Zhuang and Er Meng’s descendants—were stronger than their parents. The village’s conditions had improved, and their medicinal baths had become far more potent.
“I, too, have benefited,” Shi Hao murmured inwardly, keeping his composure. If this secret were revealed, the consequences would be earth-shattering.
The most precious legacy of Stone Village had always been there, never lost—only unrecognized. A glint of divine light flashed deep in Shi Hao’s eyes before vanishing.
After searching far and wide, the treasure had been in their hands all along!
“I’ve heard the Shi Clan possessed an extraordinary cauldron, found alongside those recipes. Refining one’s body with it yields astonishing results,” the old prince of the Fire Nation remarked.
Shi Hao’s heart stirred. He thought of that peculiar black cauldron—when refining fleshly treasures within it, he had heard mysterious sounds, as if the engravings on its surface had come alive.
That must be the one.
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