If an Ancient Divine Beast at the Quasi-Saint Ninth Order had entered from the God Realm, then Spirit Talismans should have flared beside Xuan Ci, Fairy Sword Ji, and Gu Ao. They were in charge of monitoring such things. So when spatial ripples appeared beside Hua Min'er and the others, it should have been news from within Lingxiao Pavilion. And that was indeed the case. What's more, this time the news was good for Ling Tian and the others—Little White had woken up.
Little White was Ling Tian's son—or, more accurately, the son he had been made to accept. He was the Bone Soul Extreme. After ascending to the God Realm with Hua Min'er and the others, he had woken for a few brief periods, but spent most of his time asleep, fusing with mountains of bones—skeletons piled as high as mountains. After all, the Bone Soul Extreme could fuse with bones to raise his cultivation, and that was the only way Little White could increase his strength.
It was worth mentioning that, to help Little White grow stronger, Lingxiao Pavilion had assigned cultivators specifically to collect all kinds of bones. Ling Tian and Little Devourer had also gathered bones for Little White whenever they explored ancient ruins. It was no exaggeration to say that over the years, the bones they had collected could almost have filled the Lingxiao Realm. Little White had simply fused and compressed them over and over, refining them to the utmost, so the sheer quantity had never been apparent.
That made sense. The God Realm might not have much of anything else, but it had never lacked bones. Countless cultivators had died in battles over the years, and, more importantly, the God Realm had existed for countless millennia. Many ancient ruins were piled high with