Blood Moving Realm

Two years later, Little Stone was four and a half years old.

In the open space at the northeast corner of the village, a group of ten-year-olds were wrestling.

They gathered together, bare-chested, showing off their sturdy muscles as they lifted stone discs or massive cauldrons, occasionally letting out "heave-ho" sounds amidst constant laughter.

Those enormous stone millstones weighed at least a thousand catties, yet most of the boys in the field could lift them with ease, as if they were weightless.

It seemed that over these years, the village elders had painstakingly concocted various potent medicines using the true blood of fierce beasts and ancient recipes to baptize the bodies of these little brats, and the results were excellent.

Perhaps tired from playing, after a short while, the little monkeys lost interest in continuing their scuffles and sat down in twos and threes to chat.

"I heard Uncle Shi Linhu say that a fierce bird called a Green-Scaled Eagle has recently arrived in the Great Wilderness. Not only has it built a nest not far from the village, but it has also laid a few eggs. If we let it take root and multiply, it will be dangerous for us to enter and exit the mountains."

"On a cliff about ten miles east of the village, Uncle Shi Linhu and Uncle Fei Jiao are already observing the Green-Scaled Eagle's habits to see if they can uproot that nest."

"Heh, if you ask me, that nest isn't far from the village. Why don't we go together and steal those eggs? That way, our village will have a fierce bird guarding it in the future. How impressive that would be..."

Dazhuang, Ermeng, and Pihou, the older children, were the most active.

The Green-Scaled Eagle is here? That means the time for the Willow Deity to recover is not far off.

Among the crowd, the somewhat slender-looking Little Stone thought to himself, lost in contemplation.

"Little One, why aren't you saying anything? Do you want to come with us? I heard from my dad that you're already a cultivator in the Blood Moving Realm, so you must be very strong, right?"

Pihou, formally named Shi Zhonghou, was thin and lanky but very sharp, often acting as the brains among the village children.

"Mm, late-stage Blood Moving Realm. Strong? I guess so, it's probably just that I eat two more bowls of rice than you guys."

Shi Hao leaned against a stone pier and replied quite casually.

After two years of growth, Little Stone's frame had become much sturdier, but among the rough-and-tumble children of the Great Wilderness, he still appeared quite delicate and refined.

"Eat two more bowls of rice? I think you mean drink two more jars of milk, right?"

Pihou and his friends exchanged glances and burst into laughter.

"Who exactly leaked that... Hmph, forget it, I'm not talking to you guys anymore. Actually, I was already weaned when I was three, really!"

Shi Hao's fair face turned bright red, and he immediately stood up, preparing to leave.

One couldn't blame the Desolate Heaven Emperor for his lack of willpower; the Hundred-Beast Milk was simply too delicious!

"Hahaha, Little One, if you don't want to go, then don't. Just remember, don't you dare tell the village elders about this."

Watching Little Stone flee in a panic, Dazhuang suppressed his laughter and warned him.

"A real man keeps his word. I said I wouldn't tell, so I won't."

The retreating figure responded vaguely before quickly disappearing from sight.

Half an hour later, a chorus of wails and howls shattered the village's peace.

"I'll teach you to go raid the Green-Scaled Eagle's nest! I'll teach you! Even Big Brother Shi Linhu doesn't dare touch that fierce bird's nest, and you brats actually dared to go!"

"And you, Dazhuang! As the older brother, you don't set a good example, leading your younger brothers to do such dangerous things all day long. I'm going to beat you to death!"

"Pihou! Where is Pihou? Get out here!"

"Wuwu, Dad, I was wrong, I won't ever do it again..."

The roars of the adult clansmen and the pleas of the children intertwined, drifting over the village and drawing the elders to watch with amusement.

Hmm, the cries are full and loud; it seems these kids are quite healthy.

"Oh, my foolish brothers. How could a four-year-old like me be considered a 'real man'? I'm clearly still just an ignorant child!"

On a stone pier at the village entrance, the culprit, Shi Hao, was holding a jar of beast milk, occasionally stirring it with a wooden spoon before bringing it to his lips, his eyes almost squinting in bliss.

Moon Rhino Milk—pure, crystalline, and rich in flavor.

This was a reward just given to him by the village chief for Little Stone's "heroic deed."

The Green-Scaled Eagle was a descendant of the ancient demonic bird, the Azure Heaven Roc. Although not a true ancient relic, it was an exceptionally fierce avian. An adult could rival a cultivator in the Cave Heaven Realm, and the best among them could even stand shoulder-to-shoulder with existences in the Spirit Transformation Realm.

The mother Green-Scaled Eagle nesting near Stone Village was undoubtedly a Spirit Transformation Realm beast. With one swipe of its claw, even the hunting team captain, Shi Linhu, would lose his life.

According to the original trajectory of events, Dazhuang and his gang would steal three eagle eggs, be pursued by the Green-Scaled Eagle, and hide in a cave until the village's experts arrived with the two ancestral artifacts to help them retreat to Stone Village.

Everything was incredibly perilous; one slip-up, and the enraged mother eagle could have devoured the defenseless children, turning the situation into a tragedy.

Shi Hao did not want his companions, whom he spent every day with, to meet such a fate due to a moment of mischief. However, as he was already in the late-stage Blood Moving Realm, he could certainly give it a try.

For one, as long as he avoided the eagle's foraging time, the success rate would be high.

For another, even if he were discovered, without the burden of his friends, he could rely on his mastery of Bone Text and his knowledge of the terrain to escape unscathed.

"Finished. Time to head out."

After finishing the last spoonful of Moon Rhino Milk in the clay jar, Shi Hao patted his bulging belly with satisfaction. With a leap, he vanished into the vast mountains like an agile monkey.

The vast mountains were boundless, inhabited not only by swarms of venomous insects but also by various wild beasts, whose roars were enough to terrify any grown man.

However, this could not stump Shi Hao.

Ever since two years ago, Shi Hao had been consciously scouting the surrounding mountain ranges.

Of course, being weak in strength, he dared not venture too far.

His goal, naturally, was the legacy cast aside by the Mystic Tortoise of the Supreme Hall, the so-called Mountain Treasure.

After all, the Mountain Treasure had emerged two years ago, and after the four supreme beings fought fiercely over it to no avail, they stirred up trouble again two years later, bathing the hundred-thousand-mile Great Wilderness in blood.

If he could pick up a bargain in advance, that would naturally be excellent.

Cough, of course, Little Shi, who dared not travel far, naturally gained nothing.

But it did not matter; the fruits of these past two years were now being put to use.

Relying on his grasp of the surrounding terrain, Shi Hao soon arrived at the cliff mentioned by Ermeng and the others, climbing to the summit with the agility of a Demon Ape of the mountains.

On the edge of the precipitous cliff face stood a pitch-black nest.

Surrounding the massive nest were piles of ghastly beast bones and patches of mottled, dark bloodstains, silently testifying to the power of that Green-Scaled Eagle, which carried the bloodline of an archaic demonic bird.

In the center of the nest, three enormous eggs of the ferocious bird lay quietly, crystalline and translucent.

"Found it, this is the place."

Reaching the peak, Shi Hao's eyes lit up, and his spirits were immediately roused.