Observe the Supreme Bone! Comprehend the Cycle Treasure Technique!

At that moment, the flames beneath the massive Black Gold Cauldron finally died out.

The medicinal liquid had already run dry; the once-boiling broth was now as clear as water, all its essence absorbed by that tiny body.

"Splash!"

A sound of water.

A small figure leaped out of the cauldron and landed steadily on the ground.

It was Little Shi Hao.

After the baptism of the Three Lights Divine Water and the Supreme Bone's nirvana, the little one's appearance had changed dramatically.

His skin was crystalline and translucent, like the finest suet white jade, with faint halos flowing beneath the surface.

His once frail little frame had become much sturdier. Though he still looked like a milk-fed child, his spirit and energy blazed like the rising sun, so vigorous it was hard to look directly at him.

"Whoosh—"

Little Shi Hao exhaled a long breath of white air.

The breath held together without dispersing, shooting out like an arrow three feet away, making a "hissing" sound in the air.

Late stage of the Blood Moving Realm!

Even without deliberately testing, everyone in Stone Village could feel the terrifying power contained within this child.

"Little Dot, how do you feel?"

Shi Linhu came over, asking with concern.

Little Shi Hao blinked his big eyes, clenched his small fists, and felt the seemingly inexhaustible strength inside him.

"I feel a lot stronger."

He looked around, his gaze locking onto the Black Gold Cauldron that had just boiled him.

This cauldron was left behind by Stone Village's ancestors, weighing tens of thousands of jin. On ordinary days, it took several strong men working together to budge it even a little.

Little Shi Hao trotted over on his short legs.

He didn't use any special stance—just casually reached out his two chubby little hands and grabbed one of the cauldron's legs.

"Up!"

A childish shout.

No flashy moves, no red-faced straining.

"Boom!"

That incredibly heavy Black Gold Cauldron was lifted lightly over his head with ease.

He even held the bottom of the cauldron with one hand and spun around twice on the spot, as if playing with a slightly oversized toy.

"Hehe, it's so light."

Little Shi Hao grinned, revealing a row of small, milky-white teeth.

"Clang!"

He casually tossed the cauldron to the ground, making the earth tremble and dust fly.

The entire crowd fell silent.

Shi Linhu's jaw nearly hit the floor.

Shi Yunfeng was so excited he pulled out a few strands of his own beard.

"This... this has to be thirty or forty thousand jin, right?"

"Lifting a cauldron with one arm? And so easily?"

"What kind of monster did our village produce?"

The villagers were stunned with amazement.

Though they had seen Ye Xuan's freakish performance before and were somewhat mentally prepared.

But that was Ye Xuan—the Willow Deity's disciple, a figure like an immortal.

Little Dot, though—he was a child they had watched grow up!

Yesterday he was still drinking milk, and today he could lift a cauldron with one hand?

The contrast was just too great.

"Big Brother Ye Xuan!"

Little Shi Hao ignored the shocked gazes around him. He patted the dust off his hands and rushed over to Ye Xuan like a cheerful little bird.

"Thank you, big brother!"

The little one looked up, his eyes sparkling with admiration and gratitude.

Though he was young, he understood clearly.

If it weren't for that magical "sweet water" Ye Xuan had given him, he would have suffered from that old injury for a long time yet—let alone having such tremendous strength now.

Ye Xuan looked at the little dumpling before him, so delicate and adorable, and a gentle smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

He reached out and ruffled that fuzzy little head.

The texture was really nice.

"Don't stand on ceremony with me," Ye Xuan said with a laugh, his tone carrying a hint of indulgence. "I'm your big brother."

"Since you've acknowledged me as your big brother, whether it's here in the Great Wilderness or out there in the world, I've got your back."

"If anyone dares to bully you, I'll help you beat them up."

He meant every word of that.

The future Desolate Heaven Emperor might be invincible, but the path he walked was far too bitter.

Since he was here now, he naturally wanted to shield this little brother from some of the storms.

"Mm!" Little Shi Hao nodded heavily, his heart warm.

Aside from the clan elder, no one had ever been this good to him.

"By the way," Ye Xuan shifted the topic, his gaze landing on Little Shi Hao's chest.

Though it was covered by clothes, Ye Xuan's perception could still sense a dormant, supremely noble aura there.

"Your Supreme Bone has recovered. How do you feel now?"

This was what Ye Xuan cared about most.

The Nirvana of the Supreme Bone would surely give birth to a new precious technique.

In the original story, Shi Hao's Nirvana Supreme Bone had birthed a supreme divine ability involving the domain of time—Reincarnation!

He wondered if the Supreme Bone, catalyzed by the Three Lights Divine Water, would turn out any different.

Hearing Ye Xuan's question, Little Shi Hao scratched the back of his head, looking a bit confused.

"Feel?" He lowered his head and pulled open his collar to take a look. "It doesn't seem like anything special."

"It's just warm in my chest, and also..." Little Shi Hao furrowed his little brows, struggling to find the words. "When I close my eyes, I can see a lot of shiny runes moving on that bone."

"They swirl around, like they're telling a story, but I can't really understand them right now."

Not understanding was normal.

After all, he had just stepped into the Blood Moving Realm, and his grasp of runes was still at the most basic stage.

The original runes on the Supreme Bone were far too profound—they were the embodiment of the Great Dao.

"Runes, huh..." Ye Xuan's eyes lit up slightly, a strong urge to investigate rising in his heart.

That was the Cycle Treasure Technique.

One glance spanning ten thousand years, stripping away time itself.

Among the many precious techniques of the Perfect World, this was definitely one of the top-tier, heaven-defying methods.

If he could learn this, wouldn't he have another trump card over in the Primordial Wilderness?

With that thought, Ye Xuan didn't hesitate any longer.

"Little Dot." Ye Xuan crouched down, bringing his eyes level with Little Shi Hao's. "Can you let your big brother take a look at those runes of yours?"

"I want to study your Supreme Bone."

This was only possible because it was Ye Xuan.

If anyone else had asked to see the Supreme Bone, Shi Yunfeng would probably have whacked them with his walking stick.

This was Shi Hao's greatest secret and his biggest trump card.

But Little Shi Hao had no guard up against Ye Xuan.

"Sure!" he agreed without a second thought.

Without any hesitation, Little Shi Hao directly pulled open the beast-hide lapel at his chest, revealing the patch of newly grown skin.

Beneath that tender flesh.

A piece of gleaming white bone was radiating a soft divine brilliance.

Though only the size of a fingernail, the patterns upon it were intricate to the extreme.

Dense, packed runes swirled across the bone's surface, as if containing the ultimate principles of the birth and death of stars in the universe.

"This is the Nirvana Supreme Bone."

Ye Xuan held his breath, his gaze turning incomparably solemn.

"Double Pupils, open!"

With a silent shout in his heart.

Ye Xuan's eyes transformed in an instant.

The originally clear black-and-white irises vanished, replaced by two overlapping Chaos Pupils.

Gray mist churned within his eye sockets, and two substantive beams of light shot straight onto Little Shi Hao's chest.

Boom!

In the vision of the Double Pupils.

The world changed.

That small bone, in Ye Xuan's eyes, instantly magnified countless times.

Those originally obscure and hard-to-understand runes were now broken down into clear Law Lines.

Ye Xuan saw.

He saw a long river flowing across the bone's surface.

That was not water—it was years, it was time.

At this end of the river was a vibrant infant; at the other end was a withered skeleton, ancient and decrepit.

Life and death, at this moment, interchanged.

Time flowed, ages passed.

This was—reincarnation!