Chapter 62: The Tiny One

“With the four ancestors present, nothing will go wrong. Earlier, when Yi’er suffered a hundred broken bones, I believe it was merely to let Zi Ling vent his anger,” another elder said calmly.

Shi Ziling brandished his battle spear, soaring through the sky like a celestial demon. With a long roar, a colossal primordial beast manifested beside him, charging forward in unison.

“Whoosh!” Shi Yi raised his head, his deep eyes swirling with visions of rotating suns and moons, collapsing star rivers—utterly terrifying. Then, two dazzling beams of densely packed glyphs shot toward the heavens.

Once again, he disrupted the natural order, interfering with Shi Ziling’s spellcasting. But this time, it was futile. The golden battle spear swept through the air, resonating with the heavens, unleashing waves of golden energy that suppressed all directions.

“Pfft!” Several elders coughed up blood, sent flying. Shi Li staggered upon landing, vomiting blood with every step, nearly dropping Shi Yi. His body trembled violently, almost collapsing.

“Roar—!” The primordial beast beside Shi Ziling unleashed its might, shaking heaven and earth. A sea of ferocious aura spread in all directions. The four elders were struck again, spewing more blood.

“Fight on!” The four charged forward, launching a joint assault.

The battle reached a fever pitch, with radiant techniques illuminating the sky, shaking the very earth. Shi Ziling, like a golden deity, dominated the battlefield under the siege of four masters, seizing the upper hand!

The four elders were drenched in blood, while Shi Ziling grew fiercer, his divine radiance overwhelming, suffocating them.

Suddenly, a terrifying surge erupted from Shi Li, as if an ancient god had awakened, shaking the world. His chest glowed ominously.

“Hmm?” Shi Ziling was startled.

The abrupt, overwhelming force suppressed everything, freezing the golden spear and erasing the primordial beast beside him.

Shi Ziling’s eyes blazed with golden lightning, dispersing the dreadful energy. His spear reignited, swirling with countless glyphs, intimidating all.

“Boom!” The golden spear thrust forward, piercing the heavens. Divine hymns resonated, sacred and real, showering radiant light—an offensive defense!

Shi Li’s attack was terrifying. He and Shi Yi seemed to merge, his chest glowing, his body covered in intricate patterns, channeling celestial mysteries.

The aura was so dreadful that even the other three elders coughed blood, staggering back in horror—despite not being the targets.

Distant spectators reeled as if struck by hammers, forced to retreat. Some closer ones spat blood, breathless, compelled to kneel.

“It’s Hao’er’s Supreme Bone!” Shi Ziling’s gaze turned ice-cold, fury igniting.

Shi Li, carrying Shi Yi, forcibly activated the bone, unleashing divine might that shocked all. But it was a single strike—Shi Li’s spirit drained instantly, coughing blood, his body cracking.

Shi Yi, on his back, suffered backlash—his realigned bones shattered again. The Supreme Bone wasn’t fully matured; this reckless use crippled him.

Shi Ziling blazed like golden fire, dominating the sky. His power terrified the elders—he had withstood the bone’s assault and pressed forward.

“Thud!” Each step shook the earth. Like a freed god of slaughter, he radiated piercing killing intent, sweeping his spear forward.

Three elders were sent flying, bloodied, collapsing into the crowd, bones shattered, glyphs scattered.

Shi Li faced Shi Ziling’s strongest strike—a golden dragon-like spear piercing his defenses, splattering blood.

“Pfft!” Half his body exploded in agony, his glyphs obliterated, fear filling his eyes.

Shi Ziling, bathed in divine light, stepped forward, aiming to impale both Shi Li and Shi Yi.

“Zi Ling, it’s time to stop.”

The western ancestor moved at last, still seated but swift as lightning, shrouded in mist. A hand blocked the spear, shielding the two.

In truth, the ancestors had been present since Shi Ziling entered, sealing the area.

“Ancestor, is this your justice?” Shi Ziling roared.

“I know you’re aggrieved. The clan wronged Hao’er, but trust us—we will compensate,” the ancestor said.

Mist swirled as the other three ancestors appeared, encircling him in silence.

“I refuse to submit!” Shi Ziling bellowed, his body alight, spear pointing south, unleashing his ultimate technique.

The crowd trembled—daring to defy the ancestors was unprecedented. Shi Ziling’s power was awe-inspiring!

“Zi Ling, you’ve gone too far. If you persist, we will suppress you!” an ancestor warned.

“Then let’s fight!” Shi Ziling swung his spear, radiant glyphs intertwining, the primordial beast surging—his strongest attack.

The sky seemed torn asunder, blinding holy light forcing all to kneel in terror.

“Suppress!” The ancestors struck.

A cataclysmic battle erupted, shaking souls with fear.

“I can’t see…” At Stone Village, Little Rascal wept before the willow, unable to witness the fight.

“You’re too young for such a battle,” the willow transmitted, veiled in chaos.

“I must see the outcome!” Little Rascal clenched his fists, tense despite knowing it was the past.

At the Shi estate, dazzling light obscured everything.

“One heart, one mind!”

Finally, Little Rascal’s mother joined the fray, cradling him, combining her power with Shi Ziling’s, shaking the capital.

But Little Rascal saw only light, collapsing into unconsciousness. Before fading, he glimpsed Shi Yi—broken but unyielding, his dual pupils coldly observing.

Shi Yi then glanced at Little Rascal, smirking with disdain—a cripple unworthy of attention.

For a long time, Little Rascal drifted between life and death, unaware of events.

Upon awakening, he found himself in a desolate wasteland, far from the glorious capital.

They arrived at a vast but dilapidated estate—the second ancestral land, where exiled clansmen were sent.

“Zi Ling, you’re remarkable!” A white-haired elder slammed the table, furious. “Had I your strength, I’d storm the capital too!”

Shi Ziling shook his head, pale-faced.

Another elder added, “Exiling you here is too cruel! This barren land is no paradise!”

The second ancestral land was a harsh frontier, punishment for grave offenses.

“This was our agreement—Hao’er will recover here,” Shi Ziling said.

“Recover? They’re deceiving you! Even if he lives, he can’t nurture the Supreme Bone again!” an elder lamented.

Four elders, once mighty but exiled for crimes, resided here, their lives waning.

“The fourth ancestor secretly gave me a fragment of a map. If we find our true ancestral land, Hao’er might heal,” Shi Ziling whispered.

His wife, cradling the frail child, wore a perpetual frown.

“The true ancestral land?!” The elders gasped—a place of legend, where gods were said to arise.

“Don’t be fooled!” one warned.

“I must try. If I fail, I’ll scour the wilderness for divine herbs!” Shi Ziling vowed.

His wife nodded firmly.

“Don’t be reckless! The primordial mountains house true horrors—you’ll die!” the elders cautioned.

Shi Ziling studied the map, preferring the ancestral land over the deadly peaks.

“If Hao’er dies, I’ll burn the world!” His aura turned terrifying.

“They want Hao’er here to monitor you,” an elder noted.

“I won’t leave him!” Shi Ziling refused.

“Then let’s deceive them—find a substitute child. But reclaim the Supreme Bone!”

Later, Shi Ziling and his wife endured countless hardships to reach Stone Village. The scorched willow awed them—its power evident.

But the rest of the village disappointed.

Wind scattered the mist. Beneath the willow, Little Rascal stood alone, tears streaming.

Long after, the willow spoke: “How do you feel?”

“My heart aches. Father, mother—where are you now?”

“You remain kind, unclouded by hatred,” the willow praised. “Do you resent losing the Supreme Bone? Shi Yi now shines with divine glory.”

Little Rascal knew Shi Yi’s destiny was extraordinary.

Calmly, he replied, “A bone doesn’t define a supreme being. True greatness is earned through one’s own path.”

Pleased, the willow said, “Then I’ll share a secret.”

“What secret?”

“Have you seen withered plants bloom anew?”

The willow’s words hung in the air, profound and mysterious.