In the Desolate Domain of the Lower Realm, within the Stone Kingdom Palace, Shi Hao sat alone in the Nirvana Treasure Pool. The essence of heaven and earth swirled around him, yet he was incomparably weak.
His entire body glowed, and brilliant blood light shone from his chest. Drops of precious blood glittered like blood diamonds, translucent and radiant, yet carrying a tragic beauty.
He had gone through a great battle. Even the newly formed Supreme Bone in his chest had cracked. Though he had dealt with his opponent, he had also been struck by the Immortal Severing Curse.
That battle should not have ended like this. It was only because of a moment's carelessness that he had been gravely wounded and left on the brink of death. Then he went through a series of other events, leaving him helpless and bitter. A smile rested on his lips; although his gaze was calm, his heart held sorrow and a trace of sadness.
"Is this how it ends? Farewell, Stone Village. Farewell, Father and Mother... Master, this disciple has disappointed you..."
Shi Hao closed his eyes. So many things rose in his mind, scene after scene, as though they had happened only yesterday: moving moments, grief, helplessness, joy... so many memories that filled him with reluctance.
When he was young, his Supreme Bone had been dug out by his kin. Covered in blood, his tiny body had curled up alone on a cold bed as he begged his aunt desperately, asking why.
He went to Stone Village. His parents had been imprisoned while seeking a Saint Herb. Later, he gained a younger brother, yet lost his parents. His master gave him a second chance at life. He slowly grew up and became stronger, eventually walking out of the Great Wilderness alone