Chapter 65

"Natural has seen it." Little Bitty whispered and nodded.

"Autumn winds cut the yellow leaves, wild fires burn the withered grass, cold winds howl, and spring brings new branches." The willow tree transmitted its voice.

The withering and prosperity of plants are the most natural things, but at this moment, it greatly touched Little Bitty. He understood the willow tree's meaning.

"Willow God, are you saying that the Supreme Bone in my body can regenerate?" Little Bitty's big eyes were bright, with tears hanging, and he exuded a vibrant spirit amidst his youthful innocence.

"Nothing is absolute. I just mentioned a possibility." The willow tree did not deny it.

Little Bitty immediately clenched his small fists, his big eyes sparkling with a bright light, filled with longing and anticipation.

Although he was cheerful and did not believe that a Supreme Bone could determine his life, the thought that it was originally his, allowing him to rival true hounds and golden-winged great eagles, but was cruelly taken and implanted in his body, still made him feel very disheartened.

Now, it was as if a ray of light had shone into his heart, making it much brighter and boosting his fighting spirit.

"Willow God, can you explain it in more detail? Guide me out of my confusion." Little Bitty's big eyes were clear and bright, looking very innocent and radiant.

"Actually, there's not much to say. The simplest and most basic truths are all contained in ordinary things. An ancient tree, once broken, may die because its vitality has long been exhausted. Like leeks, when first planted, they are yellow and weak, but after being cut repeatedly, they become increasingly lush and robust. Like silkworms, if they remain trapped in their cocoons, they will suffocate and die, but if they break free, they transform into butterflies, bright and beautiful, a rebirth that transcends the past."

The Willow God spoke calmly, without any ripples, narrating the most ordinary of things.

Little Bitty's big eyes became even brighter as he looked at the charred trunk and the single remaining tender green branch, saying, "Just like the Willow God, you rejuvenate amidst destruction, becoming stronger in the future. This is a form of tempering and a unique cultivation, a rebirth that will far surpass the past."

"You have a good understanding, but my situation... don't make wild associations." The willow tree transmitted its voice, with a faint smile, a rare emotional fluctuation.

"Willow God, did you save me?" Little Bitty seemed to recall something. At the time, he was so weak, his body had severely degenerated, and he was almost dead.

A mountain breeze blew, and the green branch swayed. The willow tree transmitted its voice, saying, "If I had given you vitality, you would have just survived, living an ordinary life. At first, I was just quietly watching."

"I survived on my own?" Little Bitty was surprised.

"Yes, when you were about to wither, your vitality reappeared, gradually growing stronger, and you eventually pulled through without my intervention." The willow tree spoke truthfully.

"Plants wither and then flourish again. It turns out I persisted on my own." Little Bitty seemed to understand, his black gem-like eyes becoming even brighter.

The willow tree, when it saw Little Bitty's vitality reemerge amidst withering, was also touched. Their situations were similar, and they had a sense of shared suffering.

"I must remind you that nothing is absolute. Although you survived on your own and your vitality has grown, whether you can regenerate the Supreme Bone is still uncertain."

"I understand!" Little Bitty nodded seriously, not blindly optimistic, as he had not yet felt the precious bone in his body.

The Willow God added, "But if it does regenerate, it will surely be a groundbreaking event. It will be a rebirth on the original foundation, with more complex runes, containing the secrets of the universe, surpassing the past and becoming completely different!"

The chaotic mist dissipated, and the village entrance returned to tranquility. A beam of golden light shot over, and a round, golden-furred ball landed on Little Bitty's shoulder, chirping incessantly.

A large group of people, including the village chief, gathered around. Seeing the tears on Little Bitty's face, Aunt Hu and others all comforted him, wiping away his tears, showing great affection.

"Little Bitty, this is your home. No matter what you learn about your background, we are all your family," a group of middle-aged women said.

A group of older men extended their rough hands, ruffling his hair, and grinned, "It's no big deal. Our Stone Village has even given birth to deities. In the future, you will surely be a powerful figure who can challenge the ancient golden-winged great eagle, a being capable of slaying gods."

"Little Bitty, don't cry. We're here for you. We're good brothers who grew up together. We'll face everything together!" a group of children also called out.

"Okay!" Little Bitty wiped away his tears and nodded forcefully. The villagers treated him well, allowing him to grow up happily, and his childhood was not filled with hatred.

Of course, he would inevitably have to visit that ancient country to seek an explanation!

"Grandpa, I want to become strong!" Little Bitty had never been so eager for power. However, his cultivation in Stone Village had reached its peak, and there was nothing left for him to learn.

That ancient country, ruling over vast territories and countless people, was bound to produce many geniuses, each generation producing outstanding figures.

His "big brother" was a brilliant sun among them, his radiance destined to illuminate the entire land. Being a double-pupil individual, his potential was on par with ancient sages and deities. With the Supreme Bone, if he grew up, he would be like a god!

Shi Yi was almost ten years old and had already made a name for himself in the capital.

Facing such a widely admired figure, destined to compete with the heavens and challenge ancient celestial beasts like the true hound, Little Bitty felt a lot of pressure.

"Getting stronger... it's a pity that our clan's legacy is lost. This is the ancestral land, and it should have passed down the most terrifying bone scripts and treasure techniques, but they have all faded with time." The village chief sighed, filled with regret.

But then his heart beat violently, and he touched the bone in his chest, unable to calm down.

When everyone dispersed, only Shi Yunfeng, Little Bitty, and the golden Zhu Yan remained. The village chief, with great solemnity, pulled Little Bitty under the willow tree and said, "Child, I can't teach you anymore. You are a true prodigy. But I have a bone here, with symbols so complex that a single glance could make one bleed. I've never dared to show it to you for fear of causing you harm, but now there's nothing left to teach you, so this is all that remains. If you look at it, be very careful!"

The old village chief carefully took out a bone from his chest, white and glossy, like a palm-sized piece of white jade, incredibly clear and translucent.

Although it was small, it was densely covered with countless symbols. Faintly, it seemed as if the chanting of gods and demons could be heard, making one's heart race.

This was astonishing. It was just a bone, yet its appearance was so shocking.

"Don't stare at it. Look away after a glance, or you might hurt yourself." The old village chief warned sternly.

"Okay, Grandpa, I understand." Little Bitty took it in his hands, gently caressing it, feeling its incredible smoothness and coolness, which was very comfortable to hold.

There was no need to elaborate; this bone definitely had a remarkable origin. It was clearly not an ordinary object, seemingly recording the supreme truth of bone scripts.

"Chirp chirp..." The golden Zhu Yan, about the size of a fist, jumped up and down, very agitated. Its large, lively eyes were wide open, and it let out sharp cries, eager to snatch the bone.

"Grandpa, how did you get this? This precious bone seems very special." Little Bitty asked.

"Of course!" The village chief, holding the bone, his voice trembling, looked up at the thick, charred willow tree, his heart racing.

"Is it related to the Willow God?" Little Bitty was surprised.

"Yes!" The village chief nodded forcefully. At that time, he was young, and the shock he felt was unimaginable.

For decades, Shi Yunfeng had repeatedly held the bone and bowed to the willow tree, performing rituals, but never received a response from the willow tree, not even a mental communication.

In the village chief's view, perhaps the Willow God was only interested in Little Bitty, and most of the times it spoke in the village were related to him.

"Willow God, what is this?" Little Bitty asked, unable to resist.

The willow tree remained silent, silent, its thick, charred trunk like a black boulder.

"Chirp chirp..." The golden, fist-sized ball became increasingly eager, as if trying to recall something. Its large, lively eyes darted around, and it pounced on the white bone, trying to hold it.

After an unknown amount of time, the willow tree spoke again, saying only four words: "Primordial True Explanation."

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