This lustrous white bone was a treasure beyond value, inscribed with infinite mysteries—depictions of glyph essence and primordial fierce beasts battling divine entities, everything rooted in the most primitive origins.
Xiao Bao was spellbound, utterly enchanted. He held tightly onto this radiant bone fragment, devoting every moment to comprehension and contemplation, as if bewitched by its profound knowledge. So immersed was he that once he wandered unknowingly into a lake, only awakening from his trance when water reached his mouth and nose, leaving his clansmen both amused and exasperated.
“I carried a bowl of beast’s milk right before his eyes, yet he didn’t even notice,” one said, puzzled. “This isn’t normal!”
“Alas! Xiao Bao is losing himself; I worry he may become witless!” murmured a cluster of youths. Observing his condition, they all agreed—he had succumbed to obsession.
“Don’t strain too much, or you might injure yourself,” urged the elder clan chief solemnly, for Xiao Bao had already bled several times; even a supremely strong physique needed restraint.
Xiao Bao devoted himself utterly—abandoning food and sleep—his glowing bone never far from hand. Continually flipping it over, examining and studying the runes intently, forgetting both himself and time, submerged entirely within the study.
Once again he came across a tale of battle—an enormous Golden-Winged Peng soaring into divine combat. The surface of the bone bristled with symbols, and though small, the etchings radiated an undeniable realism—as if on the verge of bursting forth from the bone itself!
He focused more intensely now, unblinking eyes transfixed, concentrating his spirit fully until it felt almost as though his essence was melting into the bone. This depth of absorption changed the vision itself—the colossal bird shimmered softly with pale golden light, gradually transforming into brilliance incarnate upon the fragmentary stone. Forged seemingly from pure gold, vibrant and lifelike, the creature threatened to break free into reality!
The mighty clash erupted, fierce and intense—the two adversaries wounding each other. Coated in divine blood mixed with its own gilded ichor, the beast spread colossal wings spanning skies entirely, dominating existence with its unmatched ferocity.
Not a single celestial arcane art lay recorded here; instead it eloquently illustrated authentic glyph usage with mere strokes depicting key turning points—a true embodiment of endless mysticism.
Upon merely witnessing this first depiction, Xiao Bao sank again into his obsessive state. Unaware of awakening from his trance, he drained himself completely until eventually vomiting copious amounts of blood and slowly opening his weary eyes.
His tribespeople were heartbroken watching him endure this; such fervor would bring dire consequences unless halted. They urged him strongly to cease such dangerous indulgence:
“Hmm… yes, I know these inscriptions are profound, beyond my current understanding. Let me proceed step by step,” Xiao Bao acknowledged their advice seriously after reflection.
If news of such tales and depictions reached outside the village, upheaval would surely follow—even without displaying divine spells—this record could be deemed ‘Chronicles of the Godlike War.’ How many ever beheld the duel between a Golden-Pinioned Roc and a god? These records alone possess earthshaking power, coveted universally—not limited merely among humankind but desired equally by creatures of all races!
Such was *Primordial Revelation*’s terrifying brilliance—its way of illustrating glyph wisdom by recounting such battles, guiding seekers deeper into an enigmatic universe layer by layer, from simplicity into profundity.
Out upon the lake drifted a small leaf-like boat. Crystalline waters rippled gently beneath a breeze’s caress. A brilliant golden Dragon-Bearded fish leapt high, dazzling with light and sprinkling droplets wide.
Lying tranquilly aboard, Xiao Bao shone resplendent, radiant beams emanating from his frame—rebuilding glyph patterns within anew, blending them with flesh and marrow. Having studied *Primordial Revelation*, he soared beyond previous insights—realizing glyphs’ foundational truth and embarking upon re-cultivating the ‘Marrow-Spilling Realm’.
Luminous specks materialized like stars—countless gods and spirits residing within, chanting mantras ceaselessly around his frame, safeguarding him body and mind while feeding celestial vitality, remolding his very being towards perfection.
Startling indeed was the result—as days passed, Xiao Bao burned with internal fire, gleaming brighter and clearer each passing hour, etching bright, gleaming lines across skin like intricate runes forming.
No disturbances were permitted; all allowed him freedom in cultivation. Half-aware, half-unconscious—completely entranced—he roamed boundless mental landscapes filled with vivid wonder.
Golden radiance swirled around him, manifesting feather-like forms outwardly. Thunder rolled continuously throughout his body whereupon every drop of blood coalesced into individual glyphs amplifying exponentially his rising aura. Outside, waves of sanctified light blanketed him ethereally, resembling transformation at heaven’s gate amidst cascading halos illuminating the lake completely.
The commotion stirred the entire clan toward the lakeshore in awe. Even mythical beings nearby, phoenixlings, unicorns—all stunned speechless by the spectacle unfolding mid-lake. Dozens of luminescent dragonfish approached, bathing joyfully in light rains raining down like blessings—golden scales glittering together under divine glow.
Eyes remained shut upon Xiao Bao’s peaceful visage amid swirling halos—bathed in transformative torrents.
From cosmic realms surged divine essences pouring into him—reforging sinew and vital organ alike until translucent clarity graced his appearance. His life-blood flowed like endless rivers surging with celestial energies akin to shifting Heaven’s Core itself.
Finally complete—he attained peak enlightenment within the ‘Marrow Spill Realm’. Opening his eyes abruptly, he pulled inward his radiant effulgence. Translucent and refined like jade sculpture, his form sent startled swarms of golden fish darting swiftly downwards beneath the lake’s surface.
“Pu Tong”—he dived headlong, grabbing hold tightly of a dragonfish weighing three hundred catties; gilded sheen cloaked its frame—radiant whiskers aromatic and precious—every part a valuable treasure.
“You catch it, Noodle Brat!” Shouting aloud while launching the fish shoreward.
Re-submerging immediately, chasing after further catches—soon snaring another weighty golden leviathan of two hundred pounds emitting fragrant aroma before hurtling it ashore too.
“Woahhh! A kingfisher—previously capturing fifty pounds was considered great—but to discover fish growing this immense astounds me greatly!” gasped a child.
“Dozens of them! Twenty just that size I counted earlier, quick—grab some more!” chorused the cheering children excitedly.
Certainly potent in medicinal qualities—its consumption enhances their vitality significantly, bestowing formidable power.
However, Xiao Bao abstained from any continued captures and chose instead to return to land. Though blue vastness nurtures rare breeds generously, depleting its rulership would threaten propagation seasons—thereby warrant caution.
At mealtime Xiao Bao unexpectedly proclaimed: “Grandfather—I intend travel afar!”
Startled, the elder chef paused midway in reaching up—concern deepening: “Child—though still tender—you cannot yet stride freely amidst the Grand Wastes. Why leave home so soon?”
“It’s not truly leaving Shi Village—it’s simply completing one task assigned by Willow Deity, going around briefly then coming straight back.”
Despite being training journey, actual destination remained his choice. In his gaze flickered tears; missing dearly departed loved ones weighed heavily. It had been years since father left—no sign returned, and his worry knew no bounds.
“You wouldn’t plan heading to the ancient kingdom lands… do you?” apprehension grew deeper—the boy’s youth ill-fitting perilous royal conflicts looming ahead.
Shaking his head calmly: “I won’t court risks needlessly—staying near frontier boundaries suffices instead. According to teachings entrusted from Willow Spirit, confronting primal savagery within perilous lands enables verification of cultivated learning leading swiftly onwards in growth.”
Having reforged success anew attaining perfect mastery at Marrow-Spillage tier—heedful of Willow Sage’s warnings, he would remain dwelling here extra month, absorbing greater truths strengthening future paths ahead through deeper understanding.
He wished now journey toward the Second Ancestral Land—that forsaken place exiled old forgotten folk whom once closely conversed with parents—perhaps possessing answers revealing parental fate long wondered about.
A solitary child—separated from family for ages untold—learning how parents risked sacred quest through perilous ancient divined ranges hunting miraculous elixirs made longing and trepidation indescribable. While powerless currently, desperate to find tidings—to grasp even fragments whispering familial bonds offered comfort.
Moreover—one boy remained behind, unjustly sentenced there, enduring possible hardships unbeknownst… Would he be alright? Xiao Bao felt sorrow, believing wrongly fated replacements unworthy for innocent souls like him.
“Too far, son—much danger lies along those trails,” disapproved the tribal leader adamantly.
“Far yes—but distance remains passable,” reasoned Xiao Bao, recalling subliminal memories tracing estimations provided previously by the Willow Entity: “Approximately thirty thousand li separates our locations.”
Situated upon Kingdom borderlands—desolate frozen plains of Second Homeland stood geographically closer than originally imagined—mere thirty thousand lis’ journey—revealing ancestral pursuit threads echoing generations searching roots deeply.
Though trivial amidst Kingdom’s vastness stretching infinity itself, for a lad unused to venturing afar—the magnitude bordered staggering proportions!
“How can I possibly trust allowing you to traverse unknowns?” the Chief persisted opposition.
Villagers too learned his intentions and echoed refusal, fearful dangers lurking omnipresently across endless wilderness threatening fatal consequence.
But he declared again resolutely: “Willow Divine regards this trial as crucial training. Acceptance honors responsibility.”
His proclamation silenced collective concerns—for charcoal-darkened ancient willow represented unquestioned Divinity worshipped amongst their people.
“Such tribulations offer option, none mandatory,” interjected Willow Sovereign benevolently, elaborating, “Merely imitating practices observed from past masters—such beasts like True Hellbeast or Pi Xiu trained progeny under harsh extremes. Thirty-thousand li holds monstrous perils—danger zones teeming unpredictable abominations lurking everywhere unchecked pose lethal threat indeed.”
Eons ago, titanic primeval species mercilessly tested offsprings ruthlessly ensuring eventual ascensions to apex glory through brutal trials wandering death-infested jungles riddled densely with monsterkind, albeit no defined enemies, still presenting mortal challenges.
In line with highest beast standards existing today, Willow training strictly adhered no leniency aligning expectations solely mirroring top predator paradigms.
“I shall try—if beyond capacity—I’ll stop early and retreat safely.” Determination blazed fiercely within young Xiao Bao’s gaze.
Echoes of ancestral memories whispered too—of grandfather piercing dead-on baby Pixiu marksmanship during Hundred Race Battlefield skirmishes—an epitome of undiluted blood heritage proving ruthless selection methods practiced by supreme predators releasing progeny deliberately to forge strength unparalleled.
“I CAN DO IT TOO!” Xiao Bao clenched fist tight—resolve hardening like iron—vowing steadfast advance westward beyond Ancient Regal Dominion…
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