Infatuated

In one's youth, lifting one hundred thousand jin of divine iron is terrifying—a feat near impossible to complete, hence it is known as the Extreme Realm. In the Primordial Era, divine birds and heavenly-tier ferocious beasts used this to measure their offspring and judge their future achievements, yet not every cub possesses such potential for the Extreme Realm.

Now, Little One has achieved it. As he lifts the hundred-thousand-jin boulder, his body glows with a precious luster amidst the morning mist, shaking the Great Wilderness and causing many ferocious birds and beasts to flee in constant, fearful panic.

"Yay, I did it!" Little One lets go, and the boulder rolls down the waterfall with a thunderous roar, as if a massive earthquake had struck.

At this age, possessing such strength in one's physical body alone is truly world-shocking; it is a transcendent achievement that, under normal circumstances, a mortal frame could never attain.

Facing the morning glow, Little One stands upon a giant rock as the torrential water rushes past, white and roaring like thunder, shaking the very mountain of scattered stones. His body possesses a healthy, translucent luster, brimming with inexhaustible strength. By breaking the hundred-thousand-jin limit of the Extreme Realm, he has laid the most solid foundation possible.

A gust of wind blows by.

"Not bad, Little One! Your strength is no longer inferior to mine now!" Shi Lin appears from nowhere and drapes an arm over Little One's shoulder.

"Hehe!" Little One is overjoyed.

"I can read the Original True Interpretation now, but I should probably get even stronger first!" Little One mutters to himself. The Extreme Realm has been broken, but this is not his end.

He does not stop, but instead prepares to spend more time tempering his body to reach even higher heights, holding himself to strict standards to surpass his own limits!

"Let's work hard together!" says Shi Lin.

"Okay!"

Day after day, regardless of wind or rain, Little One never misses a single day. He is now over seven years old, and Shi Lin has been by his side the entire time.

"BOOM!"

Lightning flashes and thunder rolls as a torrential downpour hits. In the Great Wilderness, floodwaters surge. Even though it is daytime, the sky is terrifyingly dark, pitch-black to the point where one cannot see their own fingers; only when lightning streaks across the sky does the earth suddenly brighten.

Amidst the gale and rain, a small figure runs across the land, carrying a hundred-thousand-jin boulder into the mountain torrents, moving against the current to pit a human body against the might of heaven and earth.

This is no mere stone waterfall, but a true mountain flood!

Giant waves tower high, and boulders tumble within the flood, crushing everything in their path and destroying primeval forests one after another. This is an irresistible heavenly might! Before nature, humanity appears incredibly small and fragile.

Groups of ferocious beasts flee, terrified of dying in this watery grave.

Yet, Little One feels no fear. He marches upstream, enduring the onslaught with his flesh and blood, running deep into the mountain range to defy the mountain flood head-on!

"Rumble—"

Muddy water and violent boulders surge from the mountains in a catastrophe. But Little One is utterly fearless. At times, he is swept away by the towering flood and slammed against the cliff face, yet he does not stop; he stabilizes his footing and continues forward.

There are no runes flashing, no precious techniques soaring—only the asceticism of the physical body, tempered through a thousand trials. Baptized by the storm, Little One's body radiates a crystalline luster. He says nothing, moving forward alone under the might of heaven. When the storm finally ceases, it is already evening. The dark clouds disperse, giant trees in the mountains are snapped, and the floodwaters continue to churn, turning many areas into vast marshes.

Little One is soaked to the bone and covered in bruises, yet not a single bone is broken, nor has he shed any blood. One can see just how powerful his physical body has become; he has endured.

Thus, day after day, Little One uses various natural disasters to train, even leaping from cliffs and occasionally provoking massive ferocious beasts to engage them in battle.

Every time he returns covered in wounds, he consumes the golden liquid from the medicine cauldron. His constitution undergoes constant transformation, growing stronger with each passing day, to the point where the villagers can hardly believe his progress could be so rapid.

When Little One is seven and a half, he stops. After such a long period of tempering, not only is his physical strength astonishing, but his willpower has become like tempered steel.

Following such intense cultivation, Little One is now on par with Shi Lin, trailing only slightly in the comprehension of precious techniques.

"Willow Deity, my physical training has reached a milestone." Little One arrives at the edge of the village and looks up at the charred willow tree.

"What results have you achieved?" the willow tree asks.

Little One walks to the lake and lifts a boulder weighing over a hundred thousand jin with one hand, shaking the entire lakeshore. Whether children, adults, or the rare birds and beasts, everyone is stunned.

What kind of strength is this? Lifting a boulder of over a hundred thousand jin with one hand is truly shocking—unheard of!

Then, he switches to the other hand and lifts it just the same. His entire body is covered in a layer of radiance, a natural manifestation of his physical body that represents an Extreme Realm!

Even the willow tree falls silent, not speaking immediately.

"Child, put it down quickly, don't hurt yourself!" the clansmen shout.

Who could move that boulder? It is usually used for drying meat and animal hides, and its size is astonishing; yet now, it rests in Little One's hand, shaking everyone to their core.

"A single arm flick, one hundred and eight thousand jin of divine strength. You have done very well, far exceeding my expectations!" the willow tree transmits its voice, seemingly surprised as well.

The Willow Deity asks about Shi Lin's current strength.

Little One says they are evenly matched.

Subsequently, Shi Lin also lifts the boulder to demonstrate his own strength.

The crowd is shocked once more.

Even among the human race, not even the strongest cubs of creatures like the Golden-Winged Dapeng or the True Hou could do much better; it is hard to be any stronger than this. It is truly soul-shaking.

The strength of the human race does not lie in such world-topping divine power, yet Little One and Shi Lin have reached the absolute limit in this regard, causing even the willow tree to sigh in wonder.

The potential of these two little ones is truly immense—even greater than imagined!

"Little One, how did you two do it?" A group of children rushes over, circling them and looking them over, all finding it inconceivable.

"That's basically a stone mountain! Little One, you're really something, actually lifting it with one arm. This kind of strength would scare the archaic descendants in the mountains; their cubs are nowhere near this level."

The group of children, both shocked and excited, surrounds Little One and Shi Lin, chirping and talking incessantly. The adults are also a bit dazed; they are just children, yet this is truly unbelievable—they have become this formidable.

"Lin, Dad doesn't have high demands, but in the future, get me a Suanni cub to keep watch over the house."

"Go on, that's not a high demand? You're asking for one of the strongest ferocious beasts right off the bat! What else do you want? Lin, Uncle's request is simpler: just catch me a real pure-blooded Pixiu cub in the future."

"Get lost! Is a Pixiu any worse than a Suanni? They're both in the top tier, aren't they?"

The adults teased and joked, telling the two boys not to forget Stone Village once they became powerful, and to bring back a real cub of an ancient vicious beast to guard this place.

It was a long time before the people finally dispersed.

"Willow Deity, can I start practicing the Original True Interpretation now?" Little One looked up. He was seven and a half years old now; he had grown quite a bit, but he remained youthful, his large eyes clear and bright.

"You may." The willow tree gave a definitive response.

Little One's physical strength not only exceeded the requirements, but his mental fortitude was also astonishing. Over the past year and a half of bitter cultivation, he had remained unyielding, training under all sorts of terrifying natural phenomena until his will was as hard as iron.

"But, what exactly is the Original True Interpretation?" Little One took out the lustrous white bone fragment and asked humbly, a yearning light in his large eyes.

"Read it carefully yourself. The path is something one must walk step by step. This bone book can be described as earth-shattering; it must not be shown to others lightly," the Willow Deity cautioned.

"Understood! Then can I study it together with Brother Shi Lin?" Little One asked.

"You may."

From that day on, Little One and Shi Lin were like people possessed. They studied while sitting, pondered while standing, and even frowned in their sleep. There was never a moment they weren't contemplating and trying to understand this heavenly book.

The white bone fragment was densely packed with characters, detailing the origin of runes, explaining the mysteries of original precious bones, and annotating the strengths and weaknesses of ancient vicious beasts and divine birds.

This bone book started from the most primitive foundations, expounding on the mysteries of heaven and earth. It covered everything, yet the only pity was that it did not record a single precious technique.

One could use it to cultivate and break through bottlenecks; it was truly a priceless heavenly book, a treasure for any race, lacking only supreme precious techniques.

Little One and Shi Lin became obsessed, vomiting blood several times. Although they were much stronger than the old village chief, they still suffered injuries because the contents recorded in the bone book were too terrifying.

To explain runes from their most primitive origins, the book even included combat examples. One illustration showed an Azure Sky Peng battling a deity; the pattern was clearly visible, and a tragic, bloody aura seemed to permeate the air, as if it had crossed the ages to recreate that battle in reality.

This was just one image. There were others, not involving precious techniques, but focusing solely on the operation of runes. There were dozens of such combat examples, detailed and minute, carved onto the lustrous white bone.

This white bone was a treasure, recording infinite mysteries—the essence of runes, carvings of duels between ancient vicious beasts and deities—all starting from the primitive source. Little One was mesmerized, utterly fascinated, clutching the crystalline bone fragment, contemplating and pondering every moment as if he had fallen into a trance. Shi Lin was equally obsessed; he was so focused that he walked straight into the lake, only waking up when the water reached his nose and mouth, leaving the villagers speechless.

"I held a bowl of beast milk right in front of his eyes, and he didn't even see it. This isn't normal."

"I put Shi Lin's favorite food in front of him, and he didn't even look! It's truly strange!"

"It's over, Little One and the others are obsessed. Will they go crazy?"

A group of children whispered, feeling that the two had become bewitched by the sight of them.

"Don't overexert yourselves, be careful of injury," the old village chief warned sternly. Shi Lin and the others had vomited blood more than once; even with strong bodies, they needed to be careful.

Little One was completely absorbed, forgetting to eat or sleep. The translucent bone fragment never left his palm; he flipped it over and over, studying it earnestly, lost in thought, completely immersed.

He read another combat example: a Golden-Winged Dapeng fighting a deity. The bone fragment was covered in symbols, and the carving was tiny, yet it was so real it seemed as if it would leap off the bone!

Shi Lin became even more focused, his eyes unblinking, his spirit and energy condensed to the point of almost merging into the bone fragment. With such immersion, even the carvings he saw began to change.

That Golden-Winged Dapeng actually began to emit a pale golden luster, then gradually became brilliant, manifesting on the bone fragment as if cast from gold. It was so lifelike it seemed ready to fly out!

It fought a deity in a fierce battle, both sides suffering injuries. It was stained with divine blood, and its own golden blood was also spilled, dominating the heavens. Its massive golden wings blotted out the entire sky, sharp and supreme.

The book did not record the earth-shattering precious technique, but merely expounded on the marvelous uses of orthodox runes, outlining a few lines that were the key to this battle—truly containing infinite profundity.

Shi Lin had only looked at the first image before he was entranced again, addicted and unable to wake up. Only when his spirit was exhausted did he vomit several mouthfuls of blood and slowly open his eyes.

The villagers felt a pang of heartache seeing this. They were too invested; such obsession would surely lead to big problems, and they began to persuade them not to go on like this.

"Yes, I know. Those carvings are too profound; they are not yet a realm I can comprehend. Everything will be fine if I take it slow," Shi Lin listened to the advice and summarized earnestly.

Such combat examples and carvings, if spread to the outside world, would surely stir up a massive storm. Even without the evolution of precious techniques, they could absolutely be called the "War God Records."

How many people could ever see a Golden-Winged Dapeng duel a deity? Such a record would be enough to shock the world; it was a treasure that experts dreamed of, not limited to humans—all major races would crave it!

This was the terrifying aspect of the Original True Interpretation. When explaining the mysteries of runes, it often used such combat examples, moving from the shallow to the deep, and from the deep to the shallow, touching upon an unfathomable world.

A small boat drifted on the lake, the clear water rippling with the breeze. Golden Dragon-Whisker Fish leaped, flashing with brilliant light and splashing large sprays of water.

Little One lay on the boat, quiet and peaceful, his whole body glowing. Wisps of divine radiance shimmered, reconstructing the runes within his body and blending them with his flesh and blood.

Having finished reading the Original True Interpretation, he had gained deep insights that surpassed his previous understanding. He understood the most fundamental meaning of runes and began to re-cultivate the Blood-Moving Realm. One by one, points of light emerged, like gods and devils of the heavens, residing in his body, chanting scriptures for him, guarding his form, and nourishing his spirit, causing him to be reborn and grow stronger. The effect was astonishing; Little One was like a furnace, glowing continuously for days. From the inside out, patterns appeared on his skin, crystalline and brilliant.

Divine radiance permeated the air, taking shape outside his body like feathers of a god. The blood energy within Little One rumbled; every drop of blood gave birth to a rune, and as they condensed together, his aura grew increasingly powerful.

Outside his body, the divine radiance covered him, crystalline and holy. He looked as if he were about to ascend, shedding large amounts of light rain that illuminated the entire lake.

The villagers were alarmed and gathered on the shore to watch. Even the rare birds and beasts, such as the Little Luan Bird and the Unicorn, stared blankly at the lake. Schools of Dragon-Whisker Fish swam close, bathing in the light rain, their bodies covered in golden scales that shimmered in the reflection.

Little One closed his eyes, radiance flowing over his body, light rain flying as he underwent a continuous transformation.

The spiritual essence of heaven and earth poured into his body, nourishing his organs and flesh, making him look translucent and crystalline. His essence blood flowed like a long river, rolling and surging as if turning the celestial stars.

Finally, it was done. He had finished his re-cultivation, and the Blood-Moving Realm was complete, reaching its absolute limit.

Little One opened his eyes, all the divine radiance retracting within. His body was translucent, as if carved from warm jade. The group of large golden fish in the lake were startled, quickly flicking their tails and diving toward the bottom of the lake.

"Splash!"

Little One jumped into the water and caught a Dragon-Whisker Fish weighing over three hundred pounds. Its body flowed with golden light, its whiskers were crystalline and fragrant; it was a treasure from head to tail.

"Snotty Kid, catch!" Little One shouted, throwing it onto the shore.

Afterward, he dove into the water, quickly pursued, and caught another golden giant fish weighing over two hundred pounds, which also emitted a fragrance, and tossed it straight onto the shore.

"Wow, a fish king! Before, catching one of a few dozen pounds was considered big. I never thought these precious fish could grow this large!"

"Little One, there are many big fish! I just saw twenty or so of this size, hurry and catch them!"

Shi Lin also joined Little One and caught a few large fish.

A group of children cheered loudly. Such fish kings would surely have excellent medicinal effects; eating them would significantly enhance their blood energy and grant them great strength.

Little One did not continue catching. Instead, he leaped onto the shore. It was not easy for the blue lake to nurture such rare fish; they could not catch all the fish kings, as they still needed them to lay eggs.

Shi Lin naturally understood this and followed him onto the shore.