Not a sound was heard; everyone was trembling in awe and fear—the kind of overawe that gripped the heavens themselves! When the elder patriarchs acted in unison, even their combined force still failed to halt Shi Zi Lin, who stood amidst the world like an invincible War Divinity, bathed in radiant brilliance. The young wife spat forth blood beneath him, pinned to the cold ground upon which crimson spilled. The golden spear that embedded itself in her trembled subtly, exuding immense martial dread.
Shi Yi, with over a hundred bones shattered, was already drenched head to toe in cold sweat. As he raised his eyes and cast his gaze upon the fallen woman, his twin-pupiled eyes emitted twin rays of shocking light. Low, sonorous growls emerged through his labored breath. It did not sound like the howl of any ordinary youth—within, an ice-cold malice lingered, furious and merciless, so potent it made even warriors recoil and tremble internally with instinctive uneasiness.
Shi Zi Feng gazed toward the child with evident surprise. The most devastating of his attacks had already torn through his adversaries, despite their intervention shielding him partially—diminishing the full power to less than ten per cent. Yet, what remained still could easily kill cultivators of average talent or stature.
Yet before him, a mere child aged scarcely four withstood such an onslaught—an age no more than thrice the passage of spring and fall—yet with a fortitude that shattered convention: broken bones across hundred joints and sinews; yet, rather than diminishing, the boy only seemed to swell, a flame growing greater with every heartbeat as a fierce and terrible might, akin to immortal fire seared inside an ancient furnace. His spirit remained intact, perhaps sharper; no man alive had witnessed such an existence before.
“I Yi—!”
The elders’ horrified cries cracked apart the silence as several flashed like lightning, surrounding and shielding Shi Yi within their formations. They trembled within. This youth was the child bearer of the dual pupils—a divine and sacred sign reminiscent of ancient sages themselves. Such a rarity had long been foretold, an inheritor born beneath Heaven, destined not only to wield power in the present but dominate through epochs eternal—if something as irreparable occurred to him, such calamity would be unbearable for the house!
“Zi Lin! How could you do such a thing?”
“Shi Zi Lin, you go too far! Have such heartlessness towards your lineage’s greatest rising star, seeking to slay the pillar we reared? Could so grave an offense be justified?”
Some among the elder statesmen shouted and condemned him with outrage, standing firm in allegiance toward the Shi Yuan line.
Amid such rising clamor and accusation against him, all were agitated—none could afford to see the dual-pupled child fall into oblivion, or worse, to allow such divinely gifted lives slip from their grasps.
Yet Zi Lin spoke calm, “Who weeps for my boy in turn?”
A quiet coldness laced his reply—an iciness sharper than blades. Those around him quivered in awe, hearing him thus, for his wrath had reached its zenith.
Where once stood a cherished innocent—a youth blessed with innate sacred bone and the future to rule Heaven itself—thunder and light had struck swift against him. Betrayal had torn it all away—the treasure bone stolen—and his own once-pristine form now broken and decayed, no longer speaking, thinking, perhaps barely still living now.
To bear such fate? No! Such pain, such wrath—how could that fire in his soul die even with their judgment and scorn raining upon?
With eyes that burned like hell-fire and the sun’s twin embers piercing the storm, golden lightning danced in twin paths across the heavens; the onlookers, stricken with terror and awe, stepped backward. None dared even breath.
“…How pitiful he must feel,” one finally whispered amidst their group.
Even blessed by Heaven, born under the gaze of Destiny—still struck down in such treachery! To see such a kind soul fated so harshly pained the heart.
“Zi Lin, in the end, calm yourself,” an ancient voice urged.
Meanwhile, the elders stooped beside the small frame of Shi Yi, scanning his form for life. So long as even a heartbeat remained, no cost was high enough if it healed him and restored his future.
Gradually from his eyes leaked forth an array of auroral light, an eerie scene as if he spun a radiant shell of luminous filament, swathing his frame in divine silk. A crackling like kindling echoed across bones and tissue: his broken bones—dislocated—began subtly readjusting, realigning in the embrace of the light.
It was not to restore instantly, but the child moved—no longer limp nor lifeless—he could now begin sit himself once more, his eyes deep like star oceans, his Sacred Dual Pupils glowing, emitting their soft glow again in steady streams.
This stirred astonishment—some could not take their breath away from the boy.
“Behold this Dual Eye Child. Even legends may pale in telling.”
A sudden ‘Weng’ erupted. A golden halo burst from his chest, radiant holy luminescence flooding his form, staunching every blood trail with sacred flame. The crackling of healing reverberated—every shard knitting closer to form, as though a cosmic symphony urged the reconstruction of his very soul structure, like a celestial hymn that foretold renewal and resurrection.
This was the Might of the Sovereign Bone!
The stunned crowd could scarcely think straight.
To think this sacred relic had taken residence in the boy for less than two months and already wrought these marvels—its potency undeniable!
Shi Zi Feng felt his chest throb painfully at that sight; such was once his son’s—now wielded by another child entirely. What heights might a bearer of this rise to given time to fully mature?
“Enough, Zi Lin.”
“Let us all be wise before we must be forceful here!”
A senior elder called in placatory appeal.
Some within those supportive of the House Shi Yuan faction however showed no such patience nor tact—the glances sharp. The weight of their tone turned biting. “Step back—or this is where we must bind and seal your force!”
Silently, Zi Lin called—summoned the mighty spear from its crimson stake into earth’s embrace. Golden brilliance surged, and with a sound, it returned, trailing crimson droplets and golden light in arcs. It soared and reinserted itself once within the hands it acknowledged as master.
With that, a single voice rang—“Mother!”
The call burst from Shi Yi.
Straining his young limbs against those meant to support and shield him, the toddler broke from the clutches of an elder, running forth with glowing eyes that shimmered with light beyond his years—desperate to mend wounds no healing force could touch.
Before the youth could approach, a scream split open the air—and the mother’s very body burst, its half vanishing.
Simultaneously came a thundering approach of Shi Zi Lin’s heavy tread, the spear’s deadly tip seeking all life in front with sheer wrath.
Sensing this dread, another elder immediately snatched Shi Yi mid-air, rushing desperately away.
Now this warrior was more god or demon than man—if opposition rose, then that opposition would see only their own end, merciless, unstoppable. Such was this figure now, this War Divinity clad in vengeful gold.
“Venerable Ancestors. Have you been here… all along, watching and not speaking a word,” suddenly rumbled the question with bitter mockery toward four looming presences that now began to manifest within the estate walls, each emerging at one end of the compass.
Each sat upon their own towering palatial platform above the swirling mists like primal gods born at universe’s edge—cloaked in aether and shadows; ancient might beyond comprehension surged forth like cosmic chains, binding the air itself.
Yet even though present from the start—before battle, before blood, these divine beings intervened not until this precise now.
“As soon as I returned, long before the first blow, this space was already locked down. You’ve kept the skies sealed even while we fought below. Yet now that matters are at this precipice—who yet delays in action?!”
With that, anger and accusation dripped into the silence left by the Elders of Eternity. Their expressions did not reveal intent, though their arrival at that precise moment could be interpreted as a preemptive action, sensing madness stirring early.
“Peace… We will not allow destruction amongst our own blood,” a Great Ancestor proclaimed solemnly from their ethereal throne.
“The family has seen fit, Zi Lin, that within a ten-year cycle you may be given leadership over these lands.”
“And should I tend the child for the next two and let him rise under my watch until then?” was the cutting retort—a tone cold as moonshine steel. Zi Lin spared neither glance nor mercy for them. As his gaze turned to wife and son again—this once blessed newborn—whose life cradled now in darkness, all prior ambitions and futures paled into irrelevance.
“A time has passed wherein you’ve shed many kin,” another divine elder added gently yet resolute, “Let that anger subside, peace now finds a path through time. Lay down your wrath—let the past be reconciled.”
“I will… if his Sovereign Bone is now, at once, restored! Give it back to me!” came the voice again, louder, as Shi Zi Ling raised his spear and thunder roared at once with his heart’s plea across the battlefield like a god’s ultimatum sent through eons. Silence followed—the great ancestors seated still, wreathed in their own auras that danced with veils of fog and smoke, their features concealed, as though emerging from primordial voids. Unfathomable pressure radiated from them as heaven and Earth shook ever so subtly before their silent, unfathomable grandeur.
“You disgrace this house,” one of the lineage Elders bellowed toward his once kin. “Look at whom you confront! These are our ancestral protectors. Have you no respect left? Not enough even to speak so crudely?” The fury reached breaking point, as others looked on unable to fathom rebellion rising amidst such honored and mighty guardians.
Then came only Zi Lin’s sharp reply—“Depart!”
His words rang across. He’d already defeated his former fellow statesmen; could some distant, secondary blood line speaker dare play at authority?
From within this confrontation, a golden lance carved reality, and a thousand runes burned as they descended toward its chosen mark. An oppressive wave that came down like oceanic weight fell upon a hapless figure standing defiant. “Boom,” as the impact cracked open—he was undone in mere instants. A spray of essence followed where this man once stood, his mortal form dissipating, replaced with crimson remnants.
“Do not misinterpret, we have treated you fairly within the house! When you were given these ten year terms, the Great Elder already spoke for future ascension—could anything be fairer or kinder than our clemency thus far?”
“What would the same elder say if a stranger stole your own sons, then spoke so kindly back to you?” countered Zi Lin in raw accusation.
“Therefore—only option remains: restraint. Bound him, cast him forth from the homeland toward the edge beyond,” was the grim decree of someone present as he rose.
Forward strode an immeasurably massive figure—an older statesman bristling against divine fury—who summoned every ounce of force, ready to bind and capture the warlord. He was not young, nor without prowess.
The ground quaked under divine struggle. Light, like a rising sun spilled forth into all corners as radiant waves danced through skies. The heavens trembled as these beings clashed—and with all the weight and force at call—the elder was flung violently outward, blood spraying from mouth, narrowly avoiding disintegration and reduced to near annihilation within a blink.
All cultivators in witnessing felt their very essence quake—this war titan was more powerful than legends foretold. To watch such an outstanding figure fall toward destruction and rebellion—such was the bitter fate of those witnessing his wrath in its unleashed tempest.
Yet others amongst the statesmen still stepped outward despite the awe—and joined in a united assault with weapons and spells summoned from all their might.
A scene emerged of divine fury like thunderstorms of celestial proportions.
Lightning danced endlessly. Sacred energies erupted, shaking both heaven and earth with ungodly intensity.
The battlefield became a vortex of destruction, an eternal war of forces and sacred techniques swirling in blinding arcs.
Amongst them were even accusations, sharp and condemning: “Shi Zi Lin, How dares one rise so boldly against kin, elders, ancestors, and defile the order of Heaven with one’s might? Does treachery truly flow so deeply through your blood? Is it betrayal that stirs in your bones instead?”
Another elder strode forward with fervor and authority in his bearing—taking a step to stand beside the alliance preparing for ultimate strike.
However a call split through the din—the youthful voice: “Old Uncle, take my strength. I implore—mount my burden!”
It was Shi Yi who spoke—directing to an elder.
That man called Zhi Li blinked once with astonishment.
“It’s I who bears two pupils! If we are to enter such a battlefield as this one together, I shall bestow unseen, divine blessings upon you, turning you nigh divine upon the attack! You may gain the advantage!”
Though initially taken aback with such bold words spoken from so youthful—a child no older than four—there lingered enough certainty in the boy to stir his belief, and soon enough Zhi Li released a cascade of luminance as protective enchantments wrapped both of them into a unity. A connection seemed to forge between host and wielder, as sensations flooded Li, stinging his vision.
Through this divine conduit and the resonance that surged, the once blinding chaos of divine runes and spells being unleashed in the fight slowed. Every move, every technique was suddenly readable—slowed as if frozen in glass for scrutiny. Every motion unveiled its secrets to him. It was miraculous—despite the elder state this host occupied.
Such revelations made it evident—there truly was nothing short of magnificence to be found in such a young prodigious soul. At the mere age of four, wielding techniques few among them truly matched?
With a sudden surge of golden radiance from this fusion, the two entered the fray—Zhi Li’s eyes ignited with the blaze of sun-like orbs; his perception of every movement sharpened to perfection; now, his power was unleashed like storm-waves crashing across every weakness in the terrain before them.
He moved with a swiftness of the celestial brush, sweeping across as dazzlingly brilliant as thunder, cutting through the battlefield in the form of divine technique, golden runes weaving and entwining into terrifying reality. With that, one terrifying technique emerged in the form of scaly draconic war-maw wielding golden claw upon claw—one which tore through the sky like an axe of fate, aiming directly for Zi Lin’s own.
A close encounter—the cutting of that attack barely missing Shi Zi Fangs, as golden war-edge passed with terrifying accuracy, barely missing, only severing off a curling jet-black of his dark mane in silent testament to proximity’s peril.
“Exceedingly well executed,” Zhi Li exclaimed aloud at successfully striking through part of Shi Zi Lin’s defences, emboldened and energised.
Secretly, he issued a telepathic signal—urging the remaining allies coordinating beside this newly formed dynamic duo—to unleash yet another wave, with all might.
Back upon their shoulders and across his guardian’s own mighty silhouette, Shi Yi continued observing—watching with an intense gaze befitting an onyx mirror dark beyond comprehension fixed upon this War God of gold, despite standing not yet fully grown.
With such force of youth and might united, the clash intensified with each of the foursome pressing upon Shi Zi Lin amidst a storm of divine techniques and holy fury. Onlookers stood astounded, fearing with every beat of the battle drums.
“Sudden Shift!”
Amidst an abrupt resonance between combatants, a mental ripple surged between Shi Yi, and the surrounding forces.
With the elder’s spiritual essence acting as a catalyst fueling the younger—drawing upon their collective energies—the Dual Eye child began radiating. Divine runes, like threads woven into reality, burst forth. They blanketed heaven and land itself within the battlefield—disturbing the very laws of divine warfare as they disrupted Shi Zi Lin’s sacred attacks at their source.
“How formidable!” gasps of awe were shared through trembling watchers around.
“A youth so young—yet so unparalleled!”
Even from a far corner of distant observation a single ancestral being suddenly awakened, the veils parting his ancient eyes as he gazed with awakening focus and surprise upon the unfolding scene.
With a sudden surge like a thousand suns coalescing and bursting—divine techniques erupted from the gathered elder forces in endless bombardment across the sky, a cascade beyond even celestial fury raining unrelenting upon all.
Shi Shi Fen moved. The golden war god flinching under an abrupt impact—his divine techniques momentarily disrupted.
The tide shifted.
The elders seized the moment.
“Protect Yi!” one of the elders commanded—facing off their golden adversary, a chill of deep fear coiling tightly around their hearts.
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