“That piece of golden bone is extraordinary. If one lacks fate, they could stay here a lifetime without ever seeing it. The last time it appeared was two thousand years ago,” said the elder at the entrance.
“Could it have gained sentience and hidden itself?” Little Rascal exclaimed in surprise.
“The Scripture Pavilion has witnessed many supernatural events from ancient times till now. The supreme treasure spells vanished without a trace, becoming an unsolved mystery. As for this golden bone, no one knows what truly happened,” the old man sighed lightly, lamenting the loss of such a divine technique.
Little Rascal was astonished. “This place is haunted? Those bones can just run away on their own? How could such things happen?”
“These bones have existed for ages, enduring the long passage of ancient times. It’s not entirely implausible for something unusual to occur,” the elder replied.
“So the bones gained sentience, transformed into powerful treasures, and then fled?” Little Rascal widened his eyes, finding this Scripture Pavilion truly peculiar. He then inquired about the golden bone—what made it so special?
The old man shook his head. He didn’t know its origins either. It had only appeared three times. Someone once deciphered the runes on it and created the *Golden Vortex Ripple Art*.
This revelation made Little Rascal’s eyes burn with fervor. He was certain this bone was extraordinary. If he could fully comprehend it, the resulting technique would surely be world-shaking.
But then he calmed himself. Such treasures were nearly impossible to encounter—they came by fate, not by force. Rather than yearning for what was out of reach, he focused on mastering the bone scripture in his hands.
These were two pale golden bones, already cracked, densely inscribed with tiny characters. Little Rascal studied one intently, comprehending the *Golden Vortex Ripple Art*. After fully grasping the first volume, he smoothly progressed to the second, aided by his prior mastery of the *Azure-Scaled Eagle’s Treasure Spell*.
With a *hum*, a layer of golden vortices manifested on his body, swirling slowly like radiant divine feathers, as if a great roc had been reborn. Golden mist wove around him, almost forming a pair of golden wings.
Little Rascal’s eyes widened. This technique was immensely powerful—its value to him was immeasurable. The second volume not only enhanced his defensive capabilities but also hinted at the manifestation of golden wings.
“This truly is a supreme treasure spell!” He grinned with delight. Perhaps he could even take flight, soaring through the skies in battle, boosting his speed! And this was only the second volume. If he mastered the third, the power would surely be even greater. No wonder it was said that combining all three volumes would yield an unparalleled divine ability.
Over the next half-month, Little Rascal delved deeper into the second volume, reaching its highest level. Now, when he activated it, his body was covered in golden vortices, nearly impenetrable. Faint golden wings materialized, allowing him to glide, significantly increasing his speed.
Eager for the third volume, he immersed himself in cultivation. Another dozen days passed, and the golden wings became more solid—though still unable to sustain true flight. Compared to the golden runes, they were still frail, only permitting brief glides at greater speeds.
“Alas, perfection is beyond reach,” Little Rascal sighed.
Nevertheless, he had mastered the *Golden Vortex Ripple Art*. His body now shimmered with swirling vortices, each capable of deflecting attacks. He couldn’t help but feel that the lost golden bone held even greater secrets. If fully deciphered, it would surely yield a technique that could shake the world!
He then began merging it with the *Azure-Scaled Eagle’s Treasure Spell*. Though challenging, it was not impossible. The silver moon shifted to a pale gold, transforming into an egg. Within, the azure roc grew even more ferocious, its cries shaking the heavens.
Finally, the two techniques fused completely. The divine egg was on the verge of cracking open, revealing a dark-green avian beast veined with golden patterns—a dormant demonic bird!
Little Rascal sat in meditation, gaining profound insights. He had mastered the roc’s treasure spell, obtaining a complex symbol that, with a mere thought, carried the power to shatter the heavens!
He wished to continue refining it, merging the techniques further to create an all-powerful divine art. But just then, the elders of the Sky Mending Pavilion summoned him. His two-month seclusion in the Scripture Pavilion had ended—it was time to participate in the grand ritual to revive the sacred guardian.
The path was desolate, barren until they neared the forbidden grounds, where a dilapidated garden thrived with lush vegetation. This was an ancient homestead, its courtyards long collapsed, overgrown with plants. The gourd vine grew in the rear garden, amidst rubble and ruins—a testament to time’s erosion. Yet here resided an unimaginably terrifying existence.
The rear garden blazed as if engulfed in an inferno, radiating terrifying fluctuations. Solar essence gathered, golden radiance dazzling like a divine crow’s descent, filling the area with divine splendor.
The guardian was dying, yet day and night, it absorbed the essence of the sun and moon to sustain itself. Its power was beyond comprehension!
The group breached the golden barrier, approaching the guardian’s true form. Up close, the sight differed vastly from afar.
The gourd vine stood withered, its leaves yellowed, devoid of divine glow—seemingly on the brink of death. Yet terrifying phenomena swirled around it. At noon, sunlight poured like golden rivers, absorbed by the vine.
Despite the influx of solar essence, the vine remained desiccated, its leaves wilted, teetering on the edge of demise. From afar, it shone brilliantly, but up close, its decay was undeniable.
The elders bowed in reverence. The Sky Mending Pavilion’s glory rested on this ancient vine, its guardian since antiquity, deterring all foes.
Prayers were offered, and precious materials were presented—spiritual springs, crushed primordial bones, and rare herbs. Even the Pavilion Master produced a piece of blackened divine flesh, radiating immense power.
“What is that?” Little Rascal whispered.
“A fragment of a god’s flesh,” Tao Ye answered.
Little Rascal was stunned. To possess such a relic—how profound were the Sky Mending Pavilion’s reserves? Its offering underscored their desperation to revive the guardian, a testament to its might.
Another elder poured out blue-glowing soil—*Azure Spirit Earth*, said to have fallen from beyond the heavens, brimming with life.
Lightning crackled as Elder Mu Yan appeared, presenting a vial of purple liquid—*Thunder Tribulation Elixir*, refined from divine lightning, a treasure of incalculable worth.
Without hesitation, Little Rascal opened his Qiankun Bag, revealing four large sacks of golden sand—soil nourished by the *Fountain of Youth*, infused with divine vitality.
Gasps filled the air as golden radiance surged like tidal waves.
“Quick, begin the offering!” someone shouted.
The Pavilion Master and elders worked together, transforming the offerings into radiant orbs. The golden soil replaced the old earth, and the orbs were infused into the vine.
A tremor ran through the ancient plant as if awakening from slumber. Its withered form glowed, exuding a mysterious aura. A green gourd swayed on the vine, resonating with divine hymns.
Above, the sun’s essence was violently siphoned, golden rivers cascading into the guardian’s body.
“How formidable is this being?” Little Rascal marveled.
The guardian was reviving, its life force surging like an ocean, shaking heaven and earth. Even the stars beyond the firmament descended as luminous waterfalls, visible in broad daylight.
*Starlight Illuminates the Azure Sky!*
“Such phenomena… It has survived. Admirable, yet lamentable,” murmured a distant figure, radiant as a deity, standing amidst divine light.
“From antiquity till now, it has endured. When will it truly perish?” A monstrous avian, wreathed in black mist, gazed with blood-moon eyes, capable of devouring millions.
“I refuse to believe it’s not on its last breath. Today, I shall witness its fall!” declared another being, standing atop a sacred mountain, its holy light shaking the earth, drawing worship from countless tribes.
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