The newcomer was none other than Shi Yi, whom Shi Hao had been searching for all this time. Shi Yi was likewise over thirty thousand years old, but he was still in his first life and had only just begun his decline, with a few strands of white appearing at his temples.
He stood above the enormous pit, gazing at the charred remains beneath his feet, and could not help smiling faintly.
"Little brother, little brother, you're still too young. You couldn't hold back after just thirty thousand years? You've barely even begun." Shi Yi shook his head.
"Scorched to charcoal by thunder punishment, deceiving heaven with a dao seed, finding a thread of life amid endless destruction. Not bad, not bad. This is a moment worth commemorating. I have no choice but to record it for you."
Shi Yi spoke with a smile.
For the next several years, he sat cross-legged above the pit, quietly waiting for his little brother's Nirvana Rebirth. He refused to miss any opportunity to take his brother down a peg, and Shi Hao was no different. Yet when matters of right and wrong were at stake, they could unite against a common enemy. Their relationship was that peculiar.
Several years later, a trace of life flowed through the blackened shell. Like lightning-struck wood, it nurtured a thread of vitality, about to kindle the miracle of birth.
Shi Yi did not open his eyes. He knew there was still a long way to go. This was only the beginning.
Over the following six months, a flame appeared and blazed upon the charred remains, growing ever stronger. This was the fire of life, signifying that Shi Hao had recovered and climbed out of the abyss of death.
Crack!
The scorched shell split and fell away from