This was a Sabertusk Lion, a creature of terrifying might, whose value was incalculable even after death. Its whole body amounted to an incredible treasure—all who heard of it could not help but desire it. “Truly mesmerizing! One would wish immediately to head out, seize its authentic blood and the original treasured talismans,” murmured many younger clansmen, rolling up their sleeves eagerly.
“Even if this Sabertusk Lion has become old and weak, we must not recklessly act against it. It is essential we patiently wait,” the clan chief advised sternly.
“Hah! Our haul this time has indeed been great. Indeed, the one most deserving of praise is Little Haofang, as without him, a bloodbath would have been inevitable.”
“Iya…” Shao Hua, blushing slightly amidst the praise, scratched his head. With call to Zi Yun, Great Ming, Xiao Qing, he turned to dash away.
“Boom!” A giant bird descended through clouds, scales glimmering malevolently—it was Azure-Scaled Eagle, dropping a massive Flame Rhinoceros with a thundershot just beyond the village boundary. Ever some stretch of time this noble creature delivered a massive game offering.
It had now been close two moons since the chick had hatched, its size now over two and half meters. It grew mightier and bolder, flapping its wings—now strong enough to ascend halfway toward the lofty sky.
“Grow big quickly, Xiao Zi. I wish for you fly deep into the mountains,” whispered softly, wrapping arms around their necks, a glint of earnest hope glowing deep in his eyes.
He started again to explore the primal Glyphs held by the three young birds—endeavoring to uncover the exclusive arcane powers of their lineage.
“Vroom!”
A silver moon gleaming in his palms appeared instantly—gentle, sacred, scattering a shimmer of silvers light onto everything. Slowly ascending behind Shao Hau’s head the mystical silvery orb hovered. It enveloped the boy in miraculous divinity.
Previous fight against the sinister wind-warg—had Shao Hua just merely hidden a single Glyph, rather than unleashing a completely intact silvery moon, his strength surely vastly stronger. Rotating silver moon around him, waves of immaculate luminescence washed over. Little Hero shone exquisitely pure, divinely untouched.
“I ya… I comprehended something! Upon this moon, in the palace rests a mighty fowl—could it be the primordial Ancient Wing— ancestor over Zi Yun, Great Ming, and such?”
Confident muttering flowed from little lips as Shao Hau tried unraveling mysteries. At the top of his palm, a luminous tree and a dwelling shimmered upon this moon’s etched pathways. His progress mastering this Bone Sigil had allowed him to decipher more.
He shot forth the orb, radiantly vivid—it now revealed clearly the dwelling place and tree—echoes of avian calls sounded from the palace and leaves rustling like dew falling from the trunk. It resembled more the actual fallen Holy Moon from the heavens rather than one fabricated by the symbolic Glyph—alive, tangible, real.
“clang!”
A metallic reverberation rang clear—the echo of ancient treasure newly cleansed, released at last. Radiant yet holy. As this silvery disc encircled round a huge, five or six meter bolder—it sliced cleanly and precisely. Its unstoppable progression cleaving through another two stone pillars in a line, only diminishing after those strikes.
“Uaah! Last time I shattered just one rock! Now this cuts through a triplet—truly awe-inspiring,” exclaimed Little Hero. Mouth agape, surprise evident. The Moon, now much solid, pulsed with active internal patterns, the dwelling clearly distinguishable and life-like. Might, vastly stronger than before.
“Oh wow, Little one can actually launch a disk like this—it should be able to fight true feral brutes lurking the deep hills!” exclaimed envious peers.
“True power indeed… the Great Ancient wing, had it fully transmitted its mark to us—this would be akin to a divine art! As it stands however, this is still exceedingly rare,” stated Clan Elder. Such extraordinary attack forms were named Holy Art—a mystical skill treasured by great bloodlines and clans across land.
“At last… after many passing years, a holy gift has arrived among us,” expressed elated elders. Typically such sacred arts were closely guarded within powerful beast lineages, impossible for an outsider even hope acquiring—absolutely required were careful rearing, constant observation, dedicated study.
“I wonder, does the Sabertusk still breathe within in its lair within this range? Should its end arrive and should we seize its bone imprinting… we may hold in our hands yet another terrifyingly potent skill,” others mused.
“Yes—but stronger and purer the lineage, greater resistance exists toward the sacred knowledge imprint leaking. Indeed they may choose obliterate their glyph engraved remains upon departure,” pondered Shiyu Feng deeply.
It had long been that reason these ancestral Glyphs were so scarce in rarity—it was not simply about frequency; they embodied a race’s proud legacies—likely concealing within the potential for another divine skill waiting birth.
“One could only dream Sabertusk Lion didn’t shatter its bones entirely. Truly, an ancient bloodline like that—a skill birthed there could very much change heavens themselves!” expressed Lintiger heartedly.
“But do not covet excessively,” Chief sighed. “If we gain even ONE such divine art, we’ve experienced an extraordinary boon!”
Four days later, a world-shattering roar erupted, shaking even the loftiest peaks and deepest canyons to their root core. Beasts trembled to earth in fearful kneeling, while ferocious sky hunters fled high toward open skies.
Rocks tumbled downward, trees rattled like trembling warriors—an entire vast forest quaked alive within their tremors.
Walking forth from deep inner peaks, the majestic lion roamed outside, seeking now a final sleeping place. Truly, terrifying its divine might and aura appeared as it neared inevitable decay of its physical form.
“Verily at end, two days more, and death surely claim it!”
Stirrings erupted throughout Stone Village.
If they obtained Sabertusk’s final body, it promised an incalculable wealth—a divine treasure. Its authentic blood, potent beyond reason: an apex of all legendary healing nectars among bloods themselves.
“Indeed this is no less than true Primaeval Heritage…” said Yu Feng, agitated to pacing steps as he muttered, “If but his lineage retained untarnished purity—then within that blood lies the potential to be Shao Hau’s Five-Boundary Bathing Elixir.
“Recon, watch carefully, everyone make ready. We must be prepared—set out at first moment of chance!” said elders of clan standing restless in urgency. Tension. Anticipation. Uneasiness filled every soul there.
As for youths such as Lintiger and other strong hunters, their eyes flashed blood red—eager beyond restraint.
“I have seen—it tore asunder entire den of monsters, turning land surrounding it completely silent—all creatures vanished.” An arriving clan scout announced.
With whirl Clan Chief Shiyu Feng turned, declaring, “We depart! And tread with utmost awareness! Surely now, many rival beasts and villages will scramble likewise toward this contest.”
“Grandpa Patriarch! Me come as well!” Shao Hua piped.
No objection met his words—their strength, formidable! Despite small youth, mastery over divine art made him fearsome force indeed—an ally whose timely unleashing could change tides of the battlefield itself.
“Kyo kyo…”
Ming, Cyan, Purple nudged closer to his arms joyously, seeking affection, begging they accompany him as well.
“Now don’t fret children,” soothed Shao Hua warmly. “Mountain too dangerous for you—until larger and ready must wait here, alright? Remain here, wait patiently. When I return, I shall show you all how catch golden scaled carp!”
He calmed his little companions lovingly—adding instructions for them again to convince and beseech guidance eagle, that he would benefit from an aerial guardian should conflict erupt over acquiring lion remnants.
With resounding, “Let’s begin our climb into mountains!”
With the clan members, he embarked into forest, approaching final destination of the legendary lion’s chosen last bed.
“Boom!” The earth itself convulse violently as if struck with massive quake. Chasmous roar pierced skyward. Stones flew into air—whole mountains shaken and swayed in fear-inspiring awe.
“Chief—” another came forth with grave report—“The lion—its final breath neared. It made final retreat into a cavern—within which entire mountain collapsed!”
“Forthwards! We press onwards swiftly now!” roared Patriarch Yu Feng with booming authority.
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