Under Meng Chuan's treatment, Shi Hao soon woke up.
His injuries were serious, but they had only come from battle. He had passed out because his cultivation was still too low.
In truth, it was nothing too grave.
Who could walk the path of cultivation without going through something like this?
Shi Yunfeng had once been left half-crippled. Qin Yining had lost her cultivation entirely. Shi Zhongtian had been hunted down, lost an arm, and fled into a forbidden land, where he had escaped death by a hair's breadth.
"Uncle Meng, you're back." A smile appeared on Shi Hao's face.
"We killed every Cult Master from the Three Thousand Dao Provinces. The Supreme is dead too."
"No one will come down to the Lower Realm again."
Shi Hao nodded. His face was pale, but his joy was plain to see.
"Can you feel it?" Meng Chuan asked.
Shi Hao knew what he meant. "I can. I'm undergoing Nirvana. Once it's complete, I'll be even stronger."
Shi Hao had already broken through during the battle, surpassed the limits of a Venerable, and taken a few steps beyond them.
How strong he would be after Nirvana was easy to imagine.
"Willow God, when are you leaving?" Shi Hao turned to look at her.
"We're not leaving yet."
"That's good."
"Your little brother just asked me to take out his Supreme Bone and transplant it into you to save your life," Meng Chuan said.
Shi Hao glared at Qin Hao. "Don't be ridiculous."
"Do you know how dangerous it is to dig out a bone? Don't ever think of doing that again."
Shi Hao did not raise his voice, but it carried an elder brother's authority.
Qin Hao curled his lip but did not argue.
In the past, he would certainly have traded