I only reached the Foundation Establishment stage at eighty years old, and then the system appeared.

Yang Hongbo regained consciousness. This time, he was an old lion king (formerly), who had been driven out of the pride and was now heading towards a small lake in the distance.

The small wild animals in that lake might not be able to support a pride of lions, but they could support him, the old lion. Halfway there, as he passed a small thicket, he heard a weak cry from the thicket: "Yao (a little hoarse)."

He ran over and found a lion cub in the bushes. It was very thin and weak, probably abandoned by its mother. The mother lion picked up the cub with its mouth and continued running towards its destination. After a long journey, they finally arrived at the small lake.

He placed the little guy in the middle of a pile of rocks and told him to be quiet. The little guy was very obedient and knew that he would not go hungry anymore, so he lay quietly among the rocks.

The old lion lay on the ground and slowly made his way towards the lake. He had already spotted several gazelles there. If he could catch one, he wouldn't have to travel for days.

Although he was old, he could still catch a young gazelle. Closer and closer, he hid in the grass, keeping a close eye on the little creatures. Just then, they all lowered their heads to drink water, while the wary gazelle turned its head in another direction. A good opportunity.

The old lion leaped up and charged at the two smaller gazelles, slapping one down with its paw, then lunging at the other and biting its neck. It then returned, pinned down the one that had been slapped down, and finished it off with a heavy blow to the head.

The gazelle in the old lion's mouth wasn't dead yet, still struggling desperately. But how could meat that was already in its mouth escape? The old lion, carrying one live gazelle and hooking the dead one with its paws, walked back, quickly returning to the rocky area. The little one had already seen the old lion return and excitedly cried out, "Yao Yao!"

The old lion scratched a wound on the neck of the dead gazelle, and blood gushed out. The little guy immediately pounced on it and started gulping it down, only stopping when his stomach was rolling around.

Then the old lion put the live gazelle on the ground and snapped its four legs a few times. After all, the little guy would need to drink blood in the days to come, and if it died, the blood would dry up.

After eating and drinking his fill, the little lion lay contentedly on the pile of rocks, gazing at the old lion with eyes still filled with a sense of bewilderment and dependence. The old lion slowly walked to the little lion's side, gently licked the little lion's head with his rough tongue, and said, "Little one, this will be our home from now on." The little lion responded with a soft "yaoyao," his voice full of affection.

Days passed, and the old lion began to teach the cub survival skills. One day, the sun shone on the grassland, and the old lion led the cub to an open area. Pointing to the grass in the distance, he said, "Little one, look at that patch of grass. There's probably prey hiding there. When you find prey, the first thing you need to learn is to observe their movements, such as whether they raise their heads alertly or whether their ears are perked up." The cub tilted its head, listening attentively, its eyes fixed on the patch of grass.

After a while, a hare poked its head out of the grass. The old lion whispered, "Look, that's our prey. Now, we must follow it quietly, without making any loud noise, or we'll scare it away."

As he spoke, the old lion cautiously took steps, and the cub followed suit, step by step. The hare seemed to sense the danger and began to hop and skip ahead. The old lion quickened his pace, saying to the cub as he ran, "Keep your distance, follow its tracks, don't get too close, and don't go too far."

Finally, the hare ran to a relatively narrow spot. The old lion stopped and said to the cub, "Now is the perfect time to catch it. You must rush up quickly, pin it down with your paws, and then bite its neck." The cub was a little nervous, but he mustered his courage and charged forward. However, the hare was too agile and dodged away in an instant.

The lion cub was a little disappointed, but the old lion comforted it, saying, "It's okay, it's normal to fail the first time you hunt. With more practice, you'll master the technique."

Under the patient guidance of the old lion, the cub gradually learned to spot, track, and capture prey. His body grew stronger and his movements became more agile.

However, as time went by, the old lion grew older and older. His steps were no longer light, and his running speed was much slower than before. One day, the old lion lay on the ground, panting, and said to the cub, "Little one, I'm old and can't run anymore. From now on, hunting will depend on you." The cub nuzzled the old lion's body with his head and said firmly, "Don't worry, I will take good care of you."

From then on, the little lion took on the responsibility of hunting. Every day he would go out early and search for prey all over the grassland. With the skills he had learned, he always managed to bring back some food. Every time he returned, he would put the freshest parts in front of the old lion first, saying, "You eat first, you need to eat well to get better." The old lion looked at the sensible little lion, his eyes filled with satisfaction.

Under the cub's meticulous care, the old lion, though not fully recovered, could now walk with some difficulty. The cub grew increasingly majestic and strong, his mane thick and golden, his eyes revealing a sense of majesty and confidence. He deeply respected the old lion, often staying by his side and listening to his stories of his time in the pride.

One day, the former lion cub stood before the old lion, hesitated for a long time, and finally spoke, "Old lion, I want to find a pride of lions. I want to become a lion king." The old lion looked at the cub, a complex expression flashing in his eyes, but it quickly returned to calm. He nodded and said, "Child, you've grown up. You have your own thoughts and pursuits. Go, go and explore. I believe you can definitely become an outstanding lion king. From now on, you will be called Lion King Sparrow!"

Spal hugged the old lion excitedly and said, "Thank you, old lion. I will definitely return to see you with honor." After saying that, Spal turned and embarked on his journey to find the pride of lions.

Spal roamed the grasslands, challenging one opponent after another with his strength and courage. In every battle, he gave it his all, undaunted by powerful foes. After countless struggles, he finally won the approval of a pride and became the new lion king.

After becoming the Lion King, Spal did not forget his promise. He led a pride of lions on his journey home. Along the way, he was filled with excitement, imagining the scene of reuniting with the old lion.

When they finally returned to the familiar little lake, Spal eagerly searched everywhere for the old lion. Finally, beside a pile of rocks, he saw the old lion. But the old lion had already closed its eyes, lying there quietly, no longer breathing.

Spal was heartbroken. He slowly walked to the old lion's side, gently nuzzled its body with his head, and tears streamed down his face. He let out a deafening roar to the sky, as if declaring to the entire grassland his respect and sorrow for the old lion.

The lions in the pride stood quietly to the side, silently watching this scene. Spal stayed by the old lion's side, reluctant to leave. He knew that it was the old lion who taught him survival skills, who gave him warmth and love, and who gave him the courage and determination to become the lion king.

And because of the return of the little lion Spal, the soul that had been waiting in the mind of the old lion Yang Hongbo also emitted a brilliant golden light.

A voice announced: "The Fourth Golden Body!"