Covering the Sky: I Prove the Great Dao Through the Gate of Immortality

As Qiongqi watched the Devouring Sparrow's corpse fall, the emotions churning in his eyes finally froze completely.

It stopped struggling.

The dark red scales stopped twitching, the sharp claws and teeth stopped tearing, and even the savage killing intent that had never been extinguished since he was hung up was extinguished at this moment.

It simply stared at the face of the Sky-Devouring Sparrow, which still held traces of astonishment and humility, the light deep within its pupils gradually dimming.

It understood.

The owner of that door wasn't negotiating with them, nor was he listening to their pleas for mercy; he was simply issuing a verdict.

From the moment they were hung here, their fate was sealed.

The Sky-Devouring Sparrow said so much, threw out so many chips, and was even willing to be a watchdog, but what was the result?

In an instant, just an instant, everything was gone.

Qiongqi slowly closed its eyes, then suddenly opened them again.

In those emerald green eyes, the extinguished flame reignited, not out of a humble will to survive, but out of the ferocity inherent in its very bones.

It raised its head, stared intently at Li Chenzhou standing at the village entrance, opened its huge mouth, and let out a final roar.

"Come!"

There was only one word. Decisive, ruthless, without begging, without cursing, and without any extra emotion.

It is Qiongqi, a ferocious beast that once devoured the people of an ancient kingdom, a revered being who crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

It can die, but it won't die on its knees.

The Gate of Immortality trembled slightly.

A chain of light silently emerged from the door.

Qiongqi neither hid nor could it escape.

It didn't even close its eyes; it just stared with its emerald green eyes as the chain of light pierced towards its brow.

"laugh--"

A crisp, piercing sound rang out.

The chain of light pierced through Qiongqi's brow and exited from the back of his head, clean and swift, without the slightest hesitation.

Qiongqi's body suddenly stiffened, and the last rune on its dark red scales flickered for a moment before going out completely.

Those emerald green eyes remained open, the fierce light in their pupils not dissipating, but frozen in place.

It was frozen in the lingering echo of that final roar, frozen in the ferocity that remained unchanged until death.

Its body began to sway gently, hanging side by side with the corpse of the Sky-Swallowing Sparrow.

One died humble to the death, the other died fiercely to the death.

But the outcome was no different.

The winds of the wilderness blew again, blowing over the two cold corpses and the silver chain that was still dripping blood.

The Gate of Immortality still hovered at the village entrance, its light as cold and clear as the moon, as if it had just brushed away two specks of dust.

Zhu Yan looked at the corpses of Qiongqi and the Devouring Sparrow, and all three heads drooped down at the same time, and all six eyes closed.

It didn't speak, didn't struggle, and didn't even show any expression. It just hung there quietly, waiting for its own chain of light.

The little red bird stood beside the little one, its feathers trembling slightly.

It dared not look at the two corpses, yet it couldn't help but look. It suddenly felt incredibly fortunate, fortunate that it hadn't harbored any evil thoughts when it stood on the willow tree, fortunate that it hadn't been impatient while playing with that little brat, and fortunate that it might still be of some use in the eyes of that being.

The little one perched on Li Chenzhou's shoulder, glancing back at Qiongqi's corpse. He looked at it for a moment, then buried his face in Li Chenzhou's neck.

"Uncle Li, it's stopped barking."

"Mm." Li Chenzhou patted his back. "I won't call you that anymore."

"It's a pity they're both males, no milk," Li Chenzhou muttered, his tone filled with heartfelt regret.

He glanced at the corpses of the Sky-Devouring Sparrow and the Qiongqi, shook his head, and looked at them with the same expression as an old farmer looking at two fruitless trees.

"Otherwise, you're in luck, little one, to have a beast healer at the Venerable level."

Upon hearing this, the little one's eyes lit up instantly, and he nodded vigorously in agreement.

Venerable-level beast milk, how delicious must it be?

It must be even more fragrant than the milk of the Silver Lightning Beast, and sweeter than the milk of the Fire Cloud Beast. It's a pity those two big guys are both male.

The little one glanced regretfully at the corpses of the Sky-Swallowing Sparrow and the Qiongqi, his face filled with remorse.

Then Li Chenzhou turned his attention to the little red bird.

It's like looking at a cow.

The little red bird instantly bristled.

Every feather on its body stood on end, bristling from head to tail, making the bird instantly swell twice its size. Its clear black and white eyes widened, staring intently at Li Chenzhou, filled with terror and anger.

What kind of look is that?

What kind of inappropriate language is this?

It's still a young, golden boudoir!

He hasn't even had a boyfriend, hasn't built a nest, hasn't laid any eggs, and he's already being eyed?

Venerable-level beast milk? It doesn't even have milk yet, so where would it get beast milk from?

The little red bird darted behind the little one and buried its head in the little one's clothes, trembling all over.

It swore it had never been so afraid in its life. Even when it was hanging from the door by the chains of light, it hadn't been this scared.

The little one looked down at the trembling red bird in his arms and reached out to stroke its head.

"Don't be afraid, Little Red. Uncle Li is just teasing you."

He paused, then added.

"You're probably not male, right?"

The little red bird had completely given up on talking.

As for Zhu Yan, it chose a different path.

While the corpses of the Devouring Sky Sparrow and the Qiongqi were still swaying gently on the light chain, Zhu Yan's body began to glow.

The light emanated from deep within its body, initially faint like the glimmer of dawn, then growing brighter and more intense, enveloping its entire body in a golden glow.

Its body began to shrink, and its ferocious three-headed, six-armed form gradually faded away in the golden light, like melting ice and snow.

After a few breaths, the golden light dissipated.

A golden sphere the size of a fist floated in mid-air, still resembling a monkey, but completely different from the ferocious Zhu Yan from before.

It was only three inches tall, and its whole body was golden, as if it were cast from the purest gold.

Those big eyes were very bright, dark and clear, with the curiosity and liveliness of a newborn.

The most peculiar thing is that among the golden fur on its head grows a pair of tiny scaly horns, the tips of which are slightly reddish, like tender sprouts that have just broken through the soil.

That Zhu Yan has achieved Nirvana in the way that belongs to its kind.

In the life-or-death battle of the four Venerable Ones, it was the one targeted by concentrated fire, and the resulting injuries were terrifying and fatal.

The Devouring Sparrow's devouring power, the Qiongqi's tearing claws, and the Little Red Bird's burning flames have struck it countless times over the past two years.

Old wounds had not healed when new ones appeared, layer upon layer, until finally the foundation was damaged.

If one does not achieve nirvana, even if one survives, the future will be bleak.

Their cultivation level will regress, their combat power will decline, and they may not even be able to maintain their Venerable Realm status.

Instead of doing that, let's take a gamble.

Nirvana.

If you succeed, you'll be reborn from the ashes, your foundation will be rebuilt, and there will be opportunities in the future. If you fail, you'll turn to ashes and vanish forever.

It won the bet.

Before its rebirth, it said something to Li Chenzhou.

It said that if its rebirth was successful, it would like to join Stone Village and become a part of it. Not a watchdog, not a servant, but a true member.

It is willing to spend the rest of its life protecting this land to repay the kindness of not killing it.

Although Li Chenzhou never intended to kill it. From beginning to end, his only targets were Qiongqi and the Devouring Sky Sparrow. Although Zhu Yan was also one of the ferocious beasts vying for the mountain treasure, it did not incite bloodshed or slaughter the innocent; it was simply competing for opportunities.

Such a person does not deserve to die.

But Zhu Yan didn't know that the silvery-white chain of light would eventually pierce its skull.

It didn't want to die, nor did it want to stubbornly wait for death like Qiongqi, nor did it want to humbly beg for mercy like the Devouring Sparrow. It chose to use its own methods to earn a chance to live.

Since it spoke first, Li Chenzhou did not refuse.

At this moment, the little golden monkey floated in mid-air, its big eyes darting around as it surveyed this brand new world.

It glanced at the corpses of the Devouring Sky Sparrow and Qiongqi, then at the little red bird hiding behind Shi Qingfeng, and finally fixed its gaze on Li Chenzhou.

It gently landed on Li Chenzhou's shoulder, squatted down, and rubbed its head against Li Chenzhou's neck.

The movement was very light, carrying a cautious attempt to please, and also a sense of relief at surviving a disaster.

Li Chenzhou did not push it away.

The little one peeked out from Li Chenzhou's arms, looking at the golden monkey with bright, sparkling eyes.

"So small," he said. "So beautiful."

The little golden monkey turned its head, bared its teeth at him, and then stretched out its hand and waved at him.

The little one also reached out and touched its tiny paw.

"Little Red Bird, how about it? Want to stay in Stone Village and play with Little Dot for a few years? There are benefits to it."

Li Chenzhou then spoke to the little red bird, his tone carrying the casualness of old acquaintances.

This wasn't the first time he had invited the little red bird to stay.

Last time, the little red bird refused decisively, flapping its wings and flying away, saying it was going to find some kind of opportunity.

Instead of finding an opportunity, he was beaten so badly in the battle for the mountain treasure that he almost lost all his feathers, and was even hung on a light chain and made into dried meat for half a day.

Now, another opportunity has arisen.

The bride's family members always receive preferential treatment.

Although this little red bird has a bad temper and is quite skilled at rolling its eyes, it is really good to the little one.

I played with him, made a fuss with him, and even pooped on his head once.

This kind of friendship might be insignificant elsewhere, but in Shicun, and for Little Dot, it's a real talisman.

Moreover, the identity of the Fire Kingdom's sacrificial spirit will eventually come in handy.

Little Dot will face not only the Martial King's Mansion, but also the entire Stone Kingdom, and even the wider world.

Having another family member means having more support.

Even if this member of the family only rolls her eyes, it's still a Venerable Realm eye roll, and its power should not be underestimated.

The little red bird peeked out from behind Little Dot, its eyes fixed on Li Chenzhou, its gaze full of conflict.

The little red bird hesitated.

A village with a deity in charge is indeed very tempting.

In the past, it wouldn't have dared to even dream of such a thing. A former god, even if not yet fully restored to its former glory, is still a god.

Following such a person, you might get a few pointers one day, break through your bottleneck, and ignite your inner fire.

This kind of opportunity is more real than any mountain treasure.

Who wouldn't be moved by such power?

But when its gaze fell on the little one, it shuddered.

The child was staring at it with its big, dark eyes, full of longing.

That longing wasn't for power, nor for opportunity, but rather the simple, childlike desire for a pet bird to play with.

The little red bird's feathers stood up instantly.

No.

Absolutely not.

It firmly refused, decisively and without leaving any room for negotiation.

Even a village with gods can't make me a god!

Cultivating alongside a deity is one thing, but being treated like a pet by a four-year-old kid is quite another!

It is a dignified spirit of the Fire Kingdom, a descendant of the Vermilion Bird at the Venerable Realm, a renowned existence in the Great Wilderness.

You can linger in the willow tree, stroll around the village entrance, or even play with the little one for a while, but it absolutely cannot be "raised" here!

It doesn't want to be a toy for little kids.

She didn't want to be a wet nurse.

It glanced at the milk jug the little one was holding and got goosebumps all over its body.

What if this bird suddenly decides it wants to drink "Vermilion Bird milk"? It's still a young, unmarried bird, it hasn't even built a nest yet, so where would it get milk?

No, absolutely not.

Li Chenzhou healed the little red bird's injuries sustained in the great battle.

Silvery-white chains of light emerged from the Gate of Immortality, wrapping around it, and gentle power flowed into its body like a spring.

The wounds torn by the Devouring Sky Sparrow, the bloodstains scratched by the Qiongqi, and the bones shattered by the Zhu Yan were healing at a visible speed under the nurturing of the light chains.

In less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, the little red bird was back to its peak condition, its feathers turning bright red again, the flame-like color shining brilliantly in the sunlight.

Then Li Chenzhou let it go.

The little red bird was kind-hearted; it stayed in Stone Village for a while, played with Little Dot, and even pooped on his head.

Despite its superb eye-rolling skills and less-than-pleasant way of speaking, it never harbored any ill intentions towards Ishimura.

Li Chenzhou naturally wouldn't make things difficult for such a person.

When the little red bird flew away, its wings flapped so fast that it was faster than if it were running for its life.

Without looking back, it soared into the sky, its red silhouette leaving a streak of light in the air before disappearing into the depths of the wilderness.

It looked as if some ferocious beast was chasing it from behind.

She was terrified of being left behind to be the baby's wet nurse.

That bird's life is too tragic.

As a dignified spirit of the Fire Kingdom and a descendant of the Vermilion Bird at the Venerable Realm, how could she face others if she were reduced to being a wet nurse?

No, be a bird?

How will it survive in the Fire Country after this?

How could he face the worshippers who venerated him? The worshippers knelt on the ground, looked up, and saw the spirit priest squatting by the stove in Stone Village, warming animal milk for a four-year-old child...

Just imagining that scene makes its feathers bristle.

So it ran away.

He runs faster than anyone else.

Li Chenzhou stood at the village entrance, watching the red light disappear into the horizon, a slight smile playing on his lips.

The little one peeked out from his arms, gazing in the direction where the little red bird had disappeared, his face full of reluctance.

Next, Shicun began to deal with the corpses of the Devouring Sky Sparrow and the Qiongqi.

The corpses of the two Venerable Realm beasts were lowered from the light chain and landed with a thud, shaking the entire earth.

The Devouring Sky Sparrow's body was as black as ink, and even though it was dead, its ferocious aura still made people afraid to approach it.

The Qiongqi's dark red scales gleamed with a cold luster in the sunlight; each scale was as hard as divine iron, impervious to swords and blades.

The villagers gathered around, marveling at the sight, but no one dared to approach.

Shi Yunfeng stepped forward and directed everyone to begin their work in an orderly manner.

Having learned from his previous experience, he knew how to handle beast corpses of this level.

First, there is bloodletting. The precious blood of a ferocious beast at the Venerable Realm is an extremely valuable material that can be used for baptism, alchemy, and inscription of runes.

The villagers carried huge wooden buckets to catch the blood below the wound. Black blood and dark red blood flowed into different containers, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Then comes the skinning and deboning.

Although the swallowing bird's wings were torn off, the feathers on its body remained intact.

Each feather contains pure runic power and can be used to make magical artifacts.

Qiongqi's scales are even more precious; they are difficult to penetrate even by attacks from Venerable Realm experts. If made into armor, they would be enough to withstand a full-force attack from an expert of the same level.

The most precious things are bones and blood.

The marrow of a Venerable Realm beast contains immense life essence, making it a supreme material for refining precious medicines. Furthermore, the skull of the Devouring Sky Sparrow contains a wisp of undying divinity, a remnant from when it devoured a god.

Li Chenzhou personally extracted that wisp of divinity and sealed it into a jade talisman for future use.

If Li Chenzhou hadn't appeared, following the original trajectory, the Devouring Sky Sparrow wouldn't have died here after this battle for the mountain treasure.

It will escape severely injured, lie dormant for many years, and then meet Little Dot again in the Great Wilderness.

By then, the little one will have grown up and will hone himself in the battles against the Sky-Devouring Sparrow, eventually slaying it.

That path, filled with trials of blood and fire, is an important cornerstone in the little one's growth.

However, Li Chenzhou did not deliberately try to maintain that predetermined trajectory.

He doesn't care about fate or cause and effect.

All he knew was that the Sky-Devouring Sparrow was going to ravage the Great Wilderness and slaughter the innocent, so it deserved to die.

He wasn't worried about whether the little one would miss out on a chance to gain experience.

This child doesn't need to fight to the death to grow up; there are better paths he can take.

The Willow God could teach him, his great-grandfather could teach him, and he himself could teach him. Those principles that originally needed to be learned in life-or-death battles could be slowly learned by him under the sunshine of Stone Village, while drinking animal milk.

The people of Stone Village worked for three whole days to finish processing the two Venerable Realm beast corpses.

The skin, bones, blood, and feathers of the Sky-Swallowing Sparrow were carefully collected and categorized, while the scales, claws, and fangs of the Qiongqi were also properly preserved.

The materials filled three entire stone houses; each piece alone would drive cultivators in the lower realms mad.

The little one squatted by the lake, watching Shi Qingfeng play with the golden monkey, his face full of smiles.

He didn't know what the original fate of the Sky-Devouring Sparrow was, nor did he know what kind of battles he would experience on that predetermined path.

All he knew was that the bad bird was dead, the little red bird had flown away, the golden monkey had stayed behind, and there was a new flavor of drink in his milk jar.

There's no such thing as beast milk from a Venerable Realm expert, but the blood of the Devouring Sky Sparrow, after being purified and mixed with spiritual spring water, actually tastes quite good.

The little one took a sip and squinted his eyes contentedly.

From the corpses of the Devouring Sky Sparrow and the Qiongqi, Shicun obtained two original treasure bones.

The treasure bone of the Sky-Swallowing Sparrow is hidden deep within its skull. It is as black as ink, and its surface shimmers with a cold, eerie luster.

Qiongqi's precious bone is located in the center of its spine, with a dark red surface covered with fine lines, like ancient characters engraved in blood.

The two bones were carefully removed, the bloodstains were washed away, and they were examined closely in the sunlight.

The two bones were covered with runes, and at first glance, they looked like an endless starry sky.

The stars slowly rotated before my eyes, their trajectories mysterious and unpredictable, as if they contained the fundamental laws governing the operation of heaven and earth.

Looking again, it was as if one were witnessing the beginning of chaos, the moment when all things were born. Those runes were so profound; each stroke seemed to carry the entire memory of an ancient race, recording the mysteries of heaven and earth.

This is the racial inheritance mark of the Devouring Sky Sparrow clan and the Qiongqi clan.

It is not a precious skill learned later in life, but a primitive rune engraved in the blood and imprinted on the bones.

From birth, these runes are hidden in the bones of every Devouring Sky Sparrow and Qiongqi. They are unlocked little by little as their cultivation increases until they are fully comprehended and master all the inheritance left by their ancestors.

This inherited legacy is the core essence of both races and the fundamental reason why they can stand at the pinnacle of the Great Wilderness.

Now, these two precious bones have fallen into the hands of Shicun.

Both races are absolutely top-tier.

The Sky-Devouring Sparrow is said to possess bloodlines that do not belong to this world, originating from a forgotten dark age.

Qiongqi, a descendant of an ancient ferocious beast, is known for its slaughter and has instilled fear in countless living beings.

In the vast universe, neither of these two races is considered weak. Their inherited treasure techniques can naturally be considered supreme treasure techniques.

Of course, this is not in comparison to techniques like the Ten Fierce Treasures.

The Ten Fiends were the ten strongest beings from the ancient times, each possessing world-destroying power.

Their techniques are truly supreme. Although the inheritances of the Devouring Sky Sparrow and the Qiongqi are powerful, they are ultimately still somewhat inferior at that level.

However, for Ishimura, this was an achievement he never dared to dream of.

Shi Yunfeng held the precious bone of the Sky-Swallowing Sparrow in his hands, his aged hands trembling slightly.

In all his years, he had never seen such profound runes. The patterns swirled before his eyes, as if telling an ancient story, yet he couldn't understand a single word.

He sighed and carefully placed the precious bone back into the wooden box lined with soft cloth.

This is something he cannot comprehend.

Little Dot's great-grandfather also came over, squinted at him for a long time, and shook his head.

He had stayed in the Wu King's mansion and seen many precious techniques passed down through generations, but compared to these two bones in front of him, those things were like children's scribbles.

Only those who have ignited divine fire are qualified to comprehend this level of primordial runes.

The little one peeked out from Li Chenzhou's arms, looking at the two bones, its big, dark eyes reflecting the light of the runes.

He watched for a while, then suddenly reached out his hand, wanting to touch it.

Li Chenzhou gently took his small hand in hers.

"You can't touch them yet," Li Chenzhou said. "When you get older and your cultivation level is higher, these runes will naturally open up to you."

The little one withdrew his hand and nodded obediently.

The little golden monkey perched on Li Chenzhou's shoulder, its big eyes fixed on the two precious bones, a complex look flashing in its eyes.

It also has its own heritage, hidden deep in its bloodline and engraved in its bones.

However, like these two precious bones, its inheritance requires sufficient cultivation to unlock.

The little red bird has flown away, the Sky-Swallowing Sparrow and the Qiongqi are dead, and the golden little monkey remains.

The two original precious bones were put into the treasure vault of Stone Village, placed together with the remains of gods and materials of venerable beings.

The cultural heritage of Shicun has become even more profound.

Such ferocious beasts often unleash their last remaining power at the brink of death, shattering the primordial treasure bone inscribed with their race's heritage.

It wasn't some profound or mysterious technique, but rather an instinct ingrained deep within one's blood, like a heartbeat, like breathing. It didn't require deliberate stimulation; it could be accomplished with just a thought.

There are two reasons why they are so resolute.

Firstly, it was to prevent the spread of the clan's precious techniques.

Those runes carry the blood, sweat, and wisdom of countless generations of ancestors of the clan, and are the foundation upon which they stand between heaven and earth.

Once leaked, it means that the clan's secret techniques are no longer hidden, and future generations will have no advantage.

Secondly, they were unwilling to aid the enemy. Since the other side wanted to take their life, they were mortal enemies.

Is there anything more foolish in the world than handing over one's life's knowledge to the enemy, allowing them to use one's heritage to fight against one's own people?

Therefore, every ferocious beast, before its death, will destroy that bone without hesitation.

I would rather let the rune disappear into the world than let it fall into the hands of my enemy.

However, they had no chance whatsoever against Li Chenzhou.

The chain of light that emerged from the Gate of Immortality utterly annihilated their souls the instant it pierced their skulls.

Before the thought could even form, let alone activate the self-destruct technique, Li Chenzhou had already anticipated this move. From the moment he made his move, he left them no chance of turning the tables.

Clean and efficient, leaving no future problems.

In this way, the seemingly insignificant stone village hidden deep in the wilderness gained two more supreme treasure techniques that were enough to shake the world.

The Devouring Sparrow's Devouring Path and the Qiongqi's Tear-Tearing Technique—each embodies the wisdom and hard work accumulated by a top-tier ferocious beast race over countless generations, and is the foundation upon which they dominate the Great Wilderness.

If even the slightest word of such a high-level inheritance were to leak out, not only would royal families and noble mansions be tempted, but even the powerful royal families of ancient kingdoms would be eager to seize it, and might even spare no effort to mobilize the entire nation to compete for it.

After all, the most powerful techniques mean strength, strength means the right to speak, and the right to speak is everything in this dog-eat-dog world where the strong rule.

The reason why those ferocious beast species could run rampant in the Eight Domains and strike fear into the hearts of countless cultivators was not only because of their naturally superior physiques, which far surpassed those of humans, but also because of the primitive treasure techniques passed down through generations in their bloodline.

Humans are inherently weak, with a fixed number of bones and tendons. No matter how hard they train and refine themselves, they often find it difficult to directly confront ferocious beasts at the same level.

But ferocious beasts are different. From the moment they are born, they possess unparalleled physical strength. In addition, the racial inheritance runes engraved in their bones combine to create those terrifying beings that stand at the top of the food chain in the Great Wilderness.

Physical strength is their foundation, and magical skills are their fangs; without either, they would not have reached their current level.

There exists an almost insurmountable innate chasm between humans and those remnant ferocious beasts.

When a human infant is born, he is so fragile that even the sunlight seems dazzling. It takes a long time for him to learn to walk and run. He also needs to cultivate himself tirelessly to gradually strengthen his bones and muscles, temper his blood and qi, and gradually build up his physical strength.

As for the precious techniques, one must learn them from scratch, comprehending the runes word by word, practicing each move repeatedly, and spending countless hours before one might even begin to grasp the basics.

But the remnant ferocious beasts are completely different.

The moment they hatch from their eggs, they possess sharp claws capable of tearing apart their prey, fangs capable of crushing bones, and a tough coat of fur that is impervious to swords and knives.

Their blood flows with the power of their ancestors, and their bones are engraved with the runes of their race. As they age, those powers will naturally awaken, and those runes will naturally open.

They don't need a master to teach them, they don't need to think day and night, they only need to eat, sleep, and live to become stronger and stronger.

This is the difference between the two in the early and middle stages of cultivation, a difference so vast it's almost despairing.

After ten years of cultivation, a human cultivator might only just reach the threshold of the Spirit Transformation Realm, barely managing to condense a few runes within their body.

A remnant ferocious beast may have already entered the Inscription Realm, or even higher, based on its bloodline talent.

The human cultivator's all-out punch landed like a tickle on the beast. The beast, with a casual swipe of its claw, tore the human cultivator, armor and all, in two.

It's not that humans didn't try hard enough, but that they started from a much lower point.

The remnant ferocious beasts are born standing halfway up the mountain, while humans can only climb up step by step from the foot of the mountain.

That one step away is an insurmountable chasm.

The villagers were busy dealing with the two enormous animal carcasses.

Bucket after bucket of the Devouring Sky Sparrow's black blood was collected, and the Qiongqi's dark red scales were peeled off piece by piece, filling the air with a strong stench of blood. Shi Yunfeng stood aside directing the operation, while Little Dot's great-grandfather also watched from the side, leaning on his wooden cane, occasionally offering a few words of advice.

Those young and strong men wielded specially made knives, carefully cutting into the corpses of the Venerable Realm beasts.

Liu Shen then took something out of the Gate of Immortality.

It was a cube-shaped bone, about the size of an adult's fist, pure white like jade, with a smooth and warm surface, emitting a faint glow.

The light was not dazzling, but as soft as the mist formed by moonlight, making the surrounding air hazy.

Fine lines are faintly visible on the six faces of the bone, like some kind of ancient runes, or like the natural veins of heaven and earth, so profound that one dares not look at them for too long.

"Is this the mountain treasure that Little Red and the others were fighting over?"

The little one peeked out from Li Chenzhou's arms, his big, dark eyes fixed on the piece of white bone.

His little face was full of curiosity, and the light reflected in his pupils was like two tiny stars being lit up.

He had seen many shiny things; the fish scales in the Spirit Lake were shiny, the feathers of the Five-Colored Sparrow were shiny, but nothing had ever shone as brightly as this piece of bone, making his heart itch.

"It's shiny," he murmured to himself, then looked up at Li Chenzhou, a hint of hesitation on his face. "Can I touch it?"

He really wanted to hold that piece of bone in his hand, turn it over and over to look at it, touch its smooth surface, and feel the warmth of its faint glow.

But he was also a little scared, afraid that there might be some powerful techniques hidden on that bone, and that he would be hurt if he touched it.

Although he is young, he has experienced a lot and knows that there are many things in this world that look beautiful but are actually very dangerous.

"Touch it if you want."

He immediately reached out from Li Chenzhou's arms with delight and grabbed the piece of white bone. The bone fell into his small palm, warm and smooth as jade, neither cold nor hot. The faint light spread up his fingers, as if he were wearing a pair of glowing gloves.

The little one held the treasure in his hands, turning it over and over to look at it, his face full of a satisfied smile.

He didn't know how many extraordinary legacies were sealed within this bone, nor did he know that the Devouring Sky Sparrow, Qiongqi, Zhuyan, and Little Red Bird had fought for it for more than two years, nor did he know that its birth made the entire Great Wilderness tremble.

All he knew was that this shiny thing felt... Like the winter sun, like the summer spring water.

Li Chenzhou looked at him, shook his head, but his eyes were filled with a smile.

This kid is still just a little brat.