Chapter 69

This piece of translucent white bone is a treasure, inscribed with boundless mysteries, the essence of runes, and carvings depicting the battles between ancient fierce beasts and deities. Everything starts from the primal origins.

Little Bao was entranced, utterly fascinated, holding the crystalline bone block, constantly pondering and contemplating, as if possessed. He even walked into the lake, only waking up when the water reached his nose and mouth, which made the clan members both cry and laugh.

"I held a bowl of beast milk in front of him, but he didn't even see it. This is not normal," someone said.

"Trouble, Little Bao is obsessed. Will he become foolish?" a group of children murmured, seeing his state, they all thought he was possessed.

"Don't overwork yourself, be careful not to get hurt," the old clan leader warned sternly. Little Bao had vomited blood more than once, and even with his powerful physical body, he needed to be cautious.

Little Bao was fully engrossed, neglecting meals and sleep. The luminous bone block never left his palm, and he studied it from all angles, earnestly contemplating, losing himself in it, and immersing himself completely.

He read another battle example, where a golden-winged great roc fought a deity. The bone block was densely covered with symbols, and the carvings were small but incredibly realistic, as if they were about to leap out of the bone!

Little Bao became even more focused, his eyes never blinking, his spirit and energy concentrated, almost merging with the bone block. Such dedication made the carvings seem different.

The golden-winged great roc began to emit a faint golden glow, gradually becoming entirely radiant, manifesting on the bone block as if cast in gold, vivid and lifelike, almost ready to fly out!

It battled the deity fiercely, both sustaining injuries. It was stained with divine blood, and its own golden blood, dominating the heavens and earth, its golden wings covering the entire sky, its power overwhelming.

There were no shocking magical techniques recorded, only the proper use of runes, with a few lines sketched, which were the key points of the battle, truly profound and mysterious.

Little Bao was so engrossed in the first image that he became possessed again, sinking so deeply that he only spat out a large mouthful of blood when his spirit was exhausted, slowly opening his eyes.

Seeing this, the clan members were all heartbroken. Little Bao was too engrossed, and such obsession could lead to serious problems. They all advised him to stop.

"Yes, I understand. Those carvings are too profound, not yet within my realm of comprehension. We can take it step by step," Little Bao listened to their advice and summarized seriously.

Such battle examples and carvings, if spread to the outside world, would certainly cause a great stir. Even without the evolution of magical techniques, they could still be called "War God Diagrams."

How many people have seen a golden-winged great roc battle a deity? Such diagrams, once revealed, would shock the world, being the treasures that experts dream of, not limited to humans, but desired by all races!

This is the terrifying aspect of the "Primal True Interpretation." When explaining the mysteries of runes, it often uses such battle examples, gradually deepening and then simplifying, touching upon an unfathomable realm.

A small boat floated on the lake, the clear water rippling with the wind, golden dragon whisker fish leaping, shining with brilliant light, splashing up large water droplets.

Little Bao lay on the boat, calm and peaceful, his body glowing, divine light shining, reconstructing the runes within him, fusing with his flesh and blood.

After reading the Primal True Interpretation, he gained deep insights, surpassing his previous understanding, comprehending the most fundamental meaning of runes, and began to re-cultivate the Blood Movement Realm. One by one, light points appeared, like gods and demons, residing in his body, chanting scriptures, protecting his form, nurturing his spirit, and making him transform, continuously growing stronger.

The effect was astonishing. Little Bao glowed like a furnace for days, from the inside out, with one pattern after another appearing on his skin, crystal-clear and radiant.

The clan members did not disturb him, letting him comprehend and cultivate. Little Bao was half asleep and half awake, his mind fully immersed in a splendid world.

Divine light spread around him, forming like divine feathers, his blood roaring, each drop of blood generating a rune, coalescing together, his aura becoming increasingly powerful.

Outside his body, divine light covered him, crystal-clear and holy, as if he were about to ascend, showering the lake with a cascade of light, illuminating it brightly.

The clan members were all alarmed, gathering by the shore to watch. The rare birds and beasts, like the small phoenix bird and the unicorn, were also stunned, staring at the lake. A group of golden dragon whisker fish swam close, basking in the light rain, their bodies covered in golden scales, reflecting brilliantly.

Little Bao closed his eyes, divine light flowing over his body, light rain flying, continuously transforming.

The essence of the world poured into his body, nourishing his organs and flesh, making him look translucent and crystal-clear, his blood like a long river, flowing powerfully, as if moving the heavens.

In the end, he succeeded. He re-cultivated the Blood Movement Realm to perfection, reaching its peak.

Little Bao opened his eyes, all the divine light retracting, his body translucent, as if carved from warm jade. A group of golden fish in the lake were startled, quickly flicking their tails to sink to the bottom.

"Plunk"

Little Bao jumped into the water, catching a golden dragon whisker fish weighing over three hundred pounds. Its body glowed with gold, its whiskers were crystal-clear and fragrant, and it was a treasure all over.

"Snot-nose, catch it," Little Bao shouted, throwing it onto the shore.

Then, he dove into the water, quickly chasing and catching another golden giant fish weighing over two hundred pounds, emitting a fragrant scent, and threw it directly onto the shore.

"Wow, a fish king! We used to consider a fish weighing dozens of pounds to be big, but I never thought these treasure fish could grow so large!"

"Little Bao, there are many big fish. I saw about twenty of that size just now, catch more quickly!"

A group of children shouted excitedly. Such fish kings would certainly have excellent medicinal effects, significantly enhancing their blood and strength.

Little Bao did not continue catching fish but leaped onto the shore. The blue lake nurturing such rare fish was not easy, and he could not catch all the fish kings; they still needed to lay eggs.

"Grandpa, I want to travel far," Little Bao suddenly said during dinner.

The old clan leader's rough hand trembled, and he lifted his head, asking, "Child, you are so young, your cultivation is not yet sufficient to traverse the vast wilderness. Where do you want to go?"

"I am not really leaving Stone Village. I just want to complete a trial assigned by the Willow Deity. I will go out for a while and return soon," Little Bao said softly.

Although it was a trial, the destination was chosen by him.

His eyes were misty, missing his parents and family. They had been gone for years, and he was extremely worried.

"Child, are you going to the ancient kingdom?" the old clan leader was concerned. How could such a young child fight against such powerful royal families? It was too unrealistic.

Little Bao shook his head and said, "I won't take risks. I will only go near the border of the ancient kingdom. The Willow Deity told me to fight against the prehistoric fierce beasts and to train in dangerous places. This is the only way to verify what I have learned and grow quickly."

He had re-cultivated the Blood Movement Realm to perfection and followed the Willow Deity's advice, not rushing to break through. He would stay at this realm for another month, deeply comprehending and understanding, which would benefit his future cultivation.

Little Bao wanted to visit the Second Ancestral Land, a place of exile, where some disgraced elders once talked with his parents, and they might know where his parents had gone.

A child, separated from his parents for years, knowing they had risked their lives to enter a prehistoric divine mountain to find holy medicine, the longing and worry in his heart were unimaginable.

He might not be able to do much, but he wanted to know their whereabouts, filled with emotion and longing for his family. Even a little news would be a comfort.

Moreover, there was another child there, who had taken his place, exiled to that harsh land. He wondered if the child had been well over the years and if he had faced any dangers. Little Bao was a person of deep feelings, thinking that the child should not have had such a fate.

"Child, it's too far, and the journey is too dangerous!" the old clan leader disagreed.

"Although it's far, this distance is not insurmountable. According to the Willow Deity's estimation, it's about 300,000 miles away," Little Bao said.

The Second Ancestral Land was located near the border of the ancient kingdom, a desolate and harsh place, not far from the true ancestral land, only 300,000 miles away. Clearly, the Stone Clan people had been seeking their roots.

300,000 miles, compared to the vast territory of the ancient kingdom, was not much, but for Little Bao, who had never traveled far, it was an astronomical number.

"You have never traveled far. How can I be at ease?" the clan leader disagreed.

Soon, everyone in the village knew and firmly opposed it. The long journey was fraught with danger, and one misstep could mean death in the mountains.

"The Willow Deity said this is a very important trial, and I need to take this journey," Little Bao said.

The clan members fell silent, the scorched willow tree in their hearts was a deity, and its words were not to be opposed.

"This trial, you can refuse. You don't have to accept it. I am training you according to the methods used by ancient fierce beasts like the true bear and the qilin to train their young. 300,000 miles is truly terrifying. The vast wilderness is full of strange creatures. If you encounter one and can't avoid it in time, it will be truly dangerous," the Willow Deity said.

In ancient times, various supreme beings treated their offspring extremely strictly. To make them grow and become unparalleled in the future, they often subjected them to hellish trials.

Traveling alone through the vast wilderness, filled with fierce beasts and dangers, was a great test. Although there were no explicit enemies, it could be even more dangerous.

The Willow Deity's trials were not measured by the standards of the human race today but were aligned with the most powerful races in the world.

"I will try. If it's too much, I won't take risks and will turn back early," Little Bao's gaze was resolute.

In his subconscious, he remembered that his grandfather had once shot a qilin cub in the battlefield of the hundred clans, with extremely pure blood. This must have been a deliberate act by a supreme fierce beast to train its offspring.

"I can do it!" Little Bao clenched his small fist, encouraging himself, ready to head towards the ancient kingdom!