Vermilion Bird and Zhu Yan Submit! Six Paths Samsara Heavenly Art!

Willow Deity's dharma form slowly retracted, transforming back into the seemingly ordinary willow tree at the village entrance.

"Considering your cultivation was not easily won, and you did not massacre the human race wantonly—instead, you once protected the peace of the Great Wilderness."

Willow Deity's voice echoed in the minds of the two beasts.

"Death is spared, but punishment cannot be escaped."

"From today onward, your cultivation will be sealed. Remain here to guard the home until your sentence is fulfilled."

With those words.

Two willow branches shot out, gently tapping the brows of Zhu Yan and the Vermilion Bird.

"Weng!"

Two complex runes branded down.

The two Venerables only felt the vast divine power within them instantly locked tight, and their massive bodies began to shrink sharply.

Moments later.

That golden giant ape, standing tall between heaven and earth, became a golden monkey no bigger than a fist.

That divine bird, the Vermilion Bird, which once incinerated all things, turned into a palm-sized red-feathered chick.

In an instant, they fell from lofty Venerables to harmless, adorable pets.

"Squeak squeak squeak!" (I won't do it again!)

"Chirp chirp chirp!" (Don't kill me!)

The two little beasts lay on the ground, kowtowing like pounding garlic.

Ye Xuan watched this scene, a slight smile curling at the corner of his mouth as he strolled over slowly.

He reached out first, grabbing the golden monkey by the scruff of its neck and lifting it up.

"So this is Zhu Yan?"

Ye Xuan examined the furry little thing.

Though shrunk, its golden fur was still smooth and glossy, its big eyes darting around with a clever glint.

"From now on, you'll be called Furball."

Ye Xuan flicked the monkey's forehead with a finger.

"You're our village's Pet Number One."

Furball covered its forehead in grievance, daring to be angry but not to speak.

It—a dignified Venerable—had fallen to being flicked on the forehead? And called a name as rustic as Furball?

But it glanced at the willow tree swaying in the wind at the village entrance and immediately behaved, docilely rubbing against Ye Xuan's finger, flashing a fawning smile.

A wise man knows when to bend.

Next, Ye Xuan looked at the red bird on the ground.

"As for you..."

"All red and bright, I'll call you Little Red."

"You're Pet Number Two."

The Vermilion Bird's body stiffened; it felt like dying.

Little Red?

That was way too casual!

But it could only nod with tears in its eyes, even letting out a crisp chirp to show gratitude.

"Big brother, can this monkey be eaten?"

Just then, Little Shi Hao ran over, staring at Furball, drool of longing streaming from the corner of his mouth.

"Squeak!"

Furball's fur stood on end in terror, and with a whoosh, it shot onto Ye Xuan's shoulder, clinging tightly to his clothes.

"This one can't be eaten—it's for guarding the house."

Ye Xuan patted Little Shi Hao's head with a smile.

"We'll eat those two instead."

He pointed at the two Venerable corpses on the ground, which, though shrunk to the size of small hills, still radiated terrifying blood energy.

"Tonight, we'll have bird meat hotpot and braised tiger ribs!"

Little Shi Hao cheered, leading a group of children as they charged toward the prey.

After dealing with the "pets" and "ingredients," Ye Xuan's gaze fell on the ground not far away.

There, lying quietly, was a bone fragment as white as jade.

It was the source of this earth-shattering battle—the Mountain Treasure!

The object that the Four Venerables had fought over until heaven and earth shattered, yet failed to claim, was now casually tossed aside, ignored by all.

Ye Xuan walked over and picked up the bone fragment.

It felt warm and smooth in his hand, like a piece of warm jade.

The fragment was a cube, its six faces densely carved with runes, but sealed by a layer of mysterious power, making them indistinct.

"Master."

Ye Xuan carried the Mountain Treasure to the Willow Deity.

"So this is the so-called Supreme Hall inheritance?"

A branch of the Willow Deity drooped down, lightly brushing across the bone fragment.

"Crack."

That seal, which even Venerables couldn't break, shattered like paper before the Willow Deity.

"Hum!"

The moment the box opened.

A soaring treasure light burst forth, with a thousand strands of Auspicious Qi and ten thousand beams of radiance.

Countless Dao runes interwove in the air, evolving into all kinds of inconceivable visions.

Six ancient worlds revolved, as if trying to drag the Myriad Worlds into reincarnation.

A Nine-Leaf Sword Grass took root in the void; as its leaves flipped, they cut down suns, moons, and stars, with Sword Qi stretching across billions of miles.

Countless phantom images of ancient Fierce Beasts roared, displaying their innate divine abilities.

"Good stuff!"

Ye Xuan's Double Pupils instantly activated, locking onto those visions.

He saw it.

Inside the bone fragment were recorded several shocking, unparalleled Supreme Methods.

The first was called the Six Paths Samsara Heavenly Art.

This was a great divine ability specifically for wielding multiple precious techniques.

It could fuse different precious techniques together, unleashing power beyond their limits.

The second was a sword art.

On a metal plate was carved a single blade of grass, bearing nine leaves.

Each leaf was like a peerless Immortal Sword.

The Grass Character Sword Art!

The inherited precious technique of the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass, one of the Ten Ancient Ferocious Beasts!

It was said that a single blade of grass could cut down suns, moons, and stars, with unmatched offensive power.

"Grass Character Sword Art..."

Ye Xuan's breathing quickened.

Though he was the Human Emperor in the Primordial Wilderness, humanity had always lacked top-tier offensive methods.

This Grass Character Sword Art required no special bloodline—just high enough comprehension. Even an ordinary blade of grass could unleash peerless Sword Qi.

This was practically tailor-made for humanity!

Imagine this.

From now on, every human in the Primordial Wilderness cultivates the Grass Character Sword Art, forming a mighty army of Immortal Swordsmen. Facing the Demon Race army, one swing of the sword, and ten thousand demons fall.

What a sight that would be!

Besides these two trump-card ultimate arts, the Mountain Treasure also recorded the Primordial True Explanation - Transcendence Chapter.

That was the general outline of cultivation, expounding the most essential truths of the Great Dao.

There were also dozens of ancient Fierce Beast precious techniques, including those of the True Hou, Golden Crow, and Golden-Winged Great Peng.

A massive haul!

This was absolutely an unprecedented massive haul!

Ye Xuan gripped the burning-hot bone fragment, his joy beyond words.

With these things.

His foundation in the Perfect World was now thoroughly solidified.

"Master, this item is precious."

Though excited, Ye Xuan didn't lose his reason.

He knew that some things within it might even stir the Willow Deity.

"Keep it with you."

Willow Deity's voice was very calm.

"These techniques are good, but I already have my own path. You, on the other hand, have mastered many schools—you're the one who needs that Heavenly Art to unify them."

"As for that sword manual..."

Willow Deity paused, then continued.

"It's too heavy on slaughter, but it does suit you now."

"Meditate on it well."

With that, Willow Deity said no more.

Ye Xuan solemnly tucked the Mountain Treasure into his chest.

He turned around, looking at the clansmen busy making fire and cooking, and at Furball and Little Red, who wore expressions of utter despair.

Ye Xuan's heart swelled with heroic spirit.

With these inheritances, his foundation had grown much stronger.

Time in the Great Wilderness was the cheapest thing of all.

In the blink of an eye, three months had quietly passed.

Life in Stone Village returned to calm.

But beneath that calm, Ye Xuan and Little Shi Hao were both undergoing astonishing transformations.