Heaven-Defying Comprehension! Willow Deity Astonished!

"Such a domineering treasure technique."

In that moment, Ye Xuan's heart shook.

The core of this technique was to control time and strip away vitality.

It forced an enemy to experience the process from youth to decrepitude in an instant, using the power of years to slay them directly.

This was practically a heaven-defying skill.

Ye Xuan dared not be careless. He immediately mobilized all his focus, beginning to fully analyze this technique.

If it were anyone else—even those Sect Master-level figures from the Upper Realm—comprehending the original runes on this Supreme Bone would likely require years or even decades of seclusion.

Because this involved the law of time, one of the most obscure and difficult great daos to grasp.

But Ye Xuan was different.

He had the Chaos Heavy Pupils.

The Dual Pupils were inherently a divine object that saw through falsehoods and pointed straight to the origin.

Coupled with his soul being of the Innate Human Race, his comprehension was already heaven-defying.

The two combined, the effect was astonishing.

Those complex runes rapidly reorganized and evolved before his eyes.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

As time passed, the Chaos Qi in Ye Xuan's eyes swirled faster and faster.

In his sea of consciousness, a mysterious symbol gradually took shape.

That symbol looked both like the character for "life" and the character for "death," and finally, its ends connected, forming a ring.

A Cycle Ring.

"I've comprehended it."

After a long moment.

Ye Xuan slowly closed his eyes, concealing the strange phenomena within them.

When he opened them again, a trace of vicissitude had appeared deep within his Dual Pupils, as if he had just lived through an entire cycle of reincarnation.

"So this is the Cycle Treasure Technique..."

Ye Xuan stood up, looking at his right hand.

He wanted to test it.

With a thought.

The runic essence he had just comprehended instantly circulated within his body.

There was no awkwardness, as if he had already cultivated this technique for millions of times.

"Hum!"

A strange light suddenly bloomed atop Ye Xuan's palm.

That light was neither gold nor silver, but a color woven from gray and white, carrying a chilling aura of passing years.

Ye Xuan turned his head, looking at a wild blade of grass by the roadside.

It was a tender sprout that had just grown, emerald and dripping with vitality.

He reached out, pressing lightly toward that blade of grass from a distance.

"Cycle."

Two words, spoken softly.

The next second.

A bizarre scene unfolded.

Before everyone's eyes, that originally tender green blade of grass began to wither at a visible rate.

Its leaves curled, its moisture drained, its roots and stems shrank.

In the blink of an eye.

It had completed the journey of its life, from a tender sprout to a pile of withered yellow debris, and finally turning to dust, scattering with the wind.

Stripping away years!

Though it was only applied to a blade of grass, the implication within it was enough to chill any strong warrior.

"This..."

Shi Yunfeng watched, his scalp tingling.

Though he didn't understand what technique this was, he could sense the terror of that single moment.

If that strike had landed on a person...

He didn't dare think about it.

By the willow tree at the village entrance.

Willow Deity, who had been silently watching from afar, paused slightly, her hundreds of branches trembling for a moment.

She fell silent.

Of course she recognized what this was.

This was the innate divine technique born from the Supreme Bone, one of the most supreme abilities in heaven and earth.

Normally, only the one who possessed the Supreme Bone could execute this technique. For an outsider to learn it was as difficult as reaching the heavens.

But Ye Xuan...

Had learned it after just a few glances?

And judging by the move he had just displayed, though its power was still weak, the essence of its laws clearly grasped the core marrow.

"This child's comprehension..."

A ripple stirred within Willow Deity's consciousness.

"Truly heaven-defying."

"Or is it because of the Chaos Heavy Pupils' enhancement?"

"The Heavy Pupils observing the Supreme Bone—such a wondrous reaction could actually occur."

For the first time, Willow Deity felt that the future of this cheap disciple of hers might exceed her imagination.

This wasn't taking on a disciple.

This was clearly picking up a monster.

Ye Xuan withdrew his hand, gazing at the lingering aura of time on his palm, and nodded with satisfaction.

The Cycle Treasure Technique was complete.

For now, limited by his cultivation, he could only strip away the years of some flowers and grass.

But as his cultivation improved, the power of this technique would grow exponentially.

When that time came, facing those long-lived Demon Race beings in the Primordial Wilderness...

Heh.

Ye Xuan looked at Little Shi Hao, who was still wide-eyed and confused, and ruffled his head again.

"Little Dot, the thing on your bone is very powerful."

"When you understand it in the future, you'll be even stronger than Big Brother."

Little Shi Hao nodded, half-understanding.

"As long as I can help Big Brother, that's enough!"

Ye Xuan smiled.

This trip to the Perfect World had been a huge gain.

Not only had he paid respects to Willow Deity and learned the Willow Deity Method, but now he had also swindled... ah, no, learned the Cycle Treasure Technique.

Time slipped away like sand through the fingers, vanishing silently.

Over the next three days, Stone Village was unusually peaceful.

Every morning, when the first Purple Qi Came from the East, Ye Xuan sat cross-legged beneath the charred willow stump at the village entrance.

The willow branches swayed gently, and ethereal Dao sounds echoed through his sea of consciousness.

It was Willow Deity preaching, speaking of the essence of cultivation, of the true meaning of life and destruction.

Ye Xuan listened, utterly entranced.

With the Chaos Heavy Pupils, his comprehension was already heaven-defying, and now with an Immortal King Giant personally feeding him knowledge, his cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds.

The ten Cave Heavens within his body had long been stabilized, floating behind him like ten Little Suns in the void.

As his understanding of the Willow Deity Method and the Cycle Treasure Technique deepened, the spiritual energy within him began to undergo a qualitative transformation.

Spiritual energy took form, gathering and dispersing at will.

This was the hallmark of the Spirit Transformation Realm.

While listening to the Dao, the aura within Ye Xuan naturally ascended, breaking through that barrier as smoothly as water flowing into a channel.

Mid-stage Spirit Transformation, late stage... all the way to perfection!

In just three short days, Ye Xuan had broken through to the perfection of the Spirit Transformation Realm.

If this were spread, it would be enough to drive the first-generation prodigies of the Upper Realm to shame and death.

On this day, the sunlight was just right.

Ye Xuan withdrew his technique and rose to his feet, every joint in his body crackling like popping beans.

He felt his current state was better than ever before—every gesture seemed to stir the momentum of heaven and earth.

"Hoo..."

He exhaled a mouthful of stale air and glanced at the empty training ground.

At this hour, those little monkeys should have been grunting and hefting stones.

Especially Little Shi Hao—for the sake of that mouthful of beast milk, he trained harder than anyone.

But today, the village was eerily quiet.

"Trouble! Trouble!"

Shi Linhu's frantic shouts rang out from afar.

The man was drenched in sweat, clutching a broken stone axe in his hand.

"What's wrong?" Ye Xuan frowned slightly.

"Little Dot... Little Dot took Pi Hou, Er Meng, and the others and snuck out!" Shi Linhu panted heavily. "The trap at the village entrance was wrecked. From the footprints, they're heading deep into the Great Wilderness!"

Hearing this, Ye Xuan rubbed his brow with some helplessness.

As expected.

No matter which world you were in, whether or not you had a Supreme Bone, a brat's instinct for courting death was carved into their very bones.