Everyone understood—this was the original Glyph Bone of the Leviathan Roc, truly here, containing its supreme divine ability, hailed as one of the Ten Great Treasures of the Primordial Era. After enduring countless hardships, what had they come for? Wasn’t it to obtain this very treasure art? And now, it lay right before their eyes—how could anyone remain unmoved?
The original Glyph Bone was more important than anything else. There could be no omissions; it must have recorded every fragment of the Leviathan Roc’s secret techniques, bearing the supreme mysteries. Runes flowed, divine light shimmered, like strands of starry rivers surging and receding. Though it was merely a bone, it seemed to carry the will of the cosmos itself—a true force that could dominate the heavens, infused with the Great Dao!
**”Boom!”**
The Leviathan Roc spread its wings, its true form manifesting once more, just as before, filling the heavens and earth as it soared across the nine skies. Its colossal body spanned the firmament. Indeed, the earlier phenomenon had been triggered by this bone—an indomitable battle will, the invincible conviction of the Leviathan Roc. Even in death, it could not be fully erased.
Countless people collapsed to the ground, unable to resist. Even Venerables struggled under the pressure, swaying unsteadily, nearly forced to their knees. Only later, when the great roc transformed back into a black fish, vast as a continent, floating amidst the chaos before vanishing, did the phenomenon fade. It returned to being a silent, motionless bone.
“It… it was demonstrating an invincible mystery just now. What a pity we don’t hold this bone—we couldn’t comprehend or integrate it. Otherwise, it would have been a supreme opportunity for enlightenment,” someone stammered in awe.
“It’s broken, not whole.”
At that moment, someone gasped—the bone bore cracks. Though it had fused back together, it was clear it could be separated again.
“This… at least nothing is missing. The runes within shouldn’t be affected. If we can obtain it, we should be able to decipher its secrets.” After careful observation, people sighed in relief. Though the bone was fractured, nothing was lost. Reassembled, it could still be studied.
“Something’s odd…” Shi Hao murmured to himself. He had once walked the path of the Leviathan Roc, tempering himself with the methods of that supreme being. When he had observed the Leviathan Roc’s nest from afar, he had glimpsed some runes. Now, he felt a resonance, an epiphany.
A sect leader barked an order, commanding his disciples to charge forward. After several tests, there seemed to be no runic barriers—they could approach freely.
At this moment, joy surged through the crowd. Everyone rushed forward, their minds teeming with ambition. The Primordial Divine Treasury had opened—surely it was meant as a gift for future generations. Otherwise, the Leviathan Roc would have destroyed it long ago.
This original Glyph Bone was the key. Perhaps obtaining it would grant control over everything here—even the legendary “Heaven’s Desolation,” those terrifying weapons. It wasn’t impossible. The mere thought set their blood boiling, driving them to fight with all their might.
Hordes of experts surged ahead. Venerables moved as well—no need for restraint now. This was the moment to erupt. Whoever proved invincible here, whoever triumphed, would claim the treasure art.
**”Kill!”**
Shi Hao was forced to act. He had intended to hold back, but the tide of creatures and flashing runic lights drowned the area. Anyone who didn’t strike would become a target. Powerful rogue cultivators swept through, treating everyone but themselves as enemies.
The first person to clash with Shi Hao was sent flying, exploding midair. In his final moments, he regretted not even seeing who had struck him before meeting his gruesome end.
Shi Hao carved a path straight to the center, swiftly approaching the stone platform where the treasure bone lay clearly visible—almost within reach.
He manifested a luminous hand, reaching for the original Glyph Bone. But just as he was about to grasp it, a radiant barrier surged, repelling him.
**”Huh?”**
He was startled. The bone itself was resisting, refusing approach—yet it didn’t retaliate violently. Though frustrating, it was a good sign. The danger here wasn’t extreme. The bone could likely be claimed—it was just a matter of time.
The crowd was equally shocked. This youth was terrifying, cutting through obstacles like a hot knife through butter, nearly reaching the prize. Immediately, they moved to block him.
**”Boom!”**
A Venerable struck from afar, unleashing a treasure art—a golden Bi’an roared, charging forward.
Shi Hao’s hands moved in arcs, conjuring a blazing sun. With a forceful push, thunderous light erupted, shattering the Bi’an and electrocuting a group of people, leaving them charred and collapsed. The Venerable barely dodged in time.
Other battles raged fiercely as well, with others closing in on the center.
**”Move, or die!”**
Mo Xian, descendant of the Sea God, carved through the battlefield like a tempest. With a single slash, he bisected several elders of the Merfolk Clan, their blood spraying.
**”Mo Xian, you go too far!”**
A beautiful figure emerged—a female merfolk, her lower body a shimmering silver fishtail, her upper half human, ivory-skinned, her chest adorned with seashells. Her hair billowed as her eyes gleamed with divine light.
She wielded a foot-long scepter embedded with a radiant gemstone. With a sweep, runes surged like tidal waves.
Mo Xian stood firm, unshaken, but his followers behind him paled, scrambling to evade.
With a golden flash, Mo Xian’s trident split the runic barrier. He advanced relentlessly, launching a fierce assault.
**”Die!”**
The merfolk genius, her delicate face twisted in fury, unleashed a storm of lightning from her scepter. Behind Mo Xian, his followers screamed, their bodies charred, many collapsing into the water, lifeless.
**”Dare harm my people? You won’t escape!”**
Mo Xian roared, unstoppable, his trident cutting through the blazing light as he closed in.
After a fierce battle, the merfolk maiden faltered, her strength waning. Yet her resistance alone was astonishing—Mo Xian had been invincible for two years, sweeping across the seas unchallenged, not even by Venerables.
Elsewhere, the pure-blooded beings from the Primordial Divine Mountain fought like a hurricane, charging toward the treasure bone.
**”Kill!”**
Sect masters emerged from hiding, slaughtering their way forward, reaching for the bone.
At that moment, a divine lamp ignited. Han Tian of the Flame Fish Clan appeared, holding the Divine Illumination Lamp. With a gentle exhale, the wick unleashed a torrent of scorching flames.
**”Retreat!”**
Even sect masters recoiled, fleeing the inferno. This was a Primordial artifact—a sinister lamp rumored to be fueled by divine blood.
**”Open!”**
An elder Venerable countered with an ancient treasure, summoning a watery curtain to douse the flames.
Yet the fire only grew fiercer, evaporating the water in an instant. The blaze surged, nearly engulfing the elder, burning half his sleeve and nearly searing his flesh.
Chaos erupted. Every time someone neared the bone, they were attacked from behind, forced to retreat.
**”Seal!”**
The Holy Terror was ruthless. After blasting aside nearby foes, he cleared a space and pulled out a Qiankun Bag, attempting to swallow the entire stone platform.
The void trembled, the platform shook—but the Leviathan Roc Bone shone brighter, forming a barrier that resisted the pull.
Forced to abandon the tactic, he charged forward instead.
When the Holy Terror fought recklessly, few could withstand him. Even Venerables hesitated to face him.
Suddenly, a massive trident slashed toward him—Mo Xian had struck. Golden light surged like tidal waves, unstoppable save by the strongest.
**”Move!”**
Shi Hao countered with his broken sword. The clash erupted in dazzling light, sending nearby combatants flying.
**”You’re the one who should fall!”**
Mo Xian sneered, aiming to knock Shi Hao off the altar.
**”Boom!”**
Simultaneously, the Divine Illumination Lamp’s flames engulfed them both, forcing them to defend.
Amid the chaos, Shi Hao switched opponents repeatedly, nearing the stone platform multiple times, only to be thwarted each time.
Once, he almost broke through the barrier, his fingers brushing the bone—before several Venerables blasted him away.
Enraged, the Holy Terror erupted. His ten heavenly passages manifested, nourishing his fleshly body. His left hand wielded the broken sword, his right crackled with thunder—the Suan Ni’s treasure art. Behind him, the Leviathan Roc’s wings spread as he charged.
**”Boom!”**
The battle reached a fever pitch. A Venerable coughed blood, sent flying with his spiritual body nearly shattered.
**”Blue-Haired Brat, you’re next!”**
Shi Hao rampaged, battering Venerables until they bled, then turned to Mo Xian, seeking to end him.
Their clash was earth-shaking. Shi Hao’s black hair stood on end as his broken sword rained blows on the golden trident, sparks flying.
Mo Xian howled, fighting back fiercely. But as the battle wore on, even he felt a chill—this opponent was monstrously strong, numbing his arms with each strike.
**”Suppress him!”**
Several Venerables joined forces, aiming to crush Shi Hao. His berserk state was too dangerous, bordering on invincible.
In the end, many united against him, forming an unspoken alliance. The Holy Terror’s competitiveness was too terrifying—they needed to eliminate him first, then divide the spoils.
**”You’re next!”**
Even in the frenzy, Shi Hao remained unstoppable, turning his fury toward Han Tian of the Flame Fish Clan.
**”Kill him!”**
Venerables laughed coldly, sect masters roared—with so many united, surely they could erase him.
Distant observers, who had stayed back knowing they stood no chance, gasped. This youth was terrifying—fighting alone against the might of many.
Shi Hao carved through the battlefield, unstoppable.
Finally, his body began to glow, golden whirlpools forming on his skin, drawing in the surrounding spiritual energy and runes. This was the wonder of a fleshly body awakened to spirituality—channeling external power for his own use.
Coupled with the Golden Vortex Ripple Art of the Roc Clan, his absorption speed was even faster.
**”Not good!”**
Mo Xian and Han Tian shouted in unison. They, too, had awakened fleshly bodies and realized what Shi Hao intended.
**”Boom!”**
Gathering the collective power around him, Shi Hao leaped toward the stone platform, his hand stretching for the Glyph Bone.
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