In a perfect world, you start by relying on your own strength.

That evening, Shicun was filled with joy. The adults sat together, carefully dissecting the precious body of the ancient remnant. The shimmering scales, the precious bones containing precious techniques, and the warm, rich precious blood were all carefully preserved.

Everyone's face was filled with excitement. So many ancient species were enough to keep the entire village from going out hunting for several years. Moreover, their scales and fur could be made into armor, their hard bones could be made into weapons, and their precious blood could be used to baptize the village's children.

Not far from the adults, a bonfire was burning brightly in the village open space, and the flickering flames illuminated the tender faces of the children.

Children chased and played around the bonfire, their clear laughter echoing everywhere. The furry beasts also jumped and hopped around the fire in a joyful celebration.

Only one figure was sitting alone on the roof, no longer the mischievous person who used to jump around.

The little one silently gazed at the busy tribespeople below, his eyes deep and a hint of sadness creeping into them.

"Missing your parents again?"

Shi Geng slowly walked over and sat down beside him, handing him a piece of golden-brown roasted meat that was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, as well as a can of animal milk.

The little one turned his head, his round eyes veiled with tears, his voice soft, tinged with grievance and unease: "Shigen, do you think... my parents don't want me anymore? They haven't come to see me even once in so long."

Since the clan leader Shi Yunfeng told Xiaobudian about his background not long ago, Xiaobudian has become increasingly quiet and no longer has the carefree and lively spirit he used to have. He even stops drinking his favorite animal milk.

Shi Gen rubbed his head and comforted him, "You're such a cute little one, how could they abandon you? They must have been held up by something. When you become stronger in the future, you'll be able to go and find them yourself."

The little one nodded vigorously, the gloom between his brows dissipating considerably, his little hands clenched into fists, as if he had secretly made up his mind about something.

A moment later, he looked up at Shi Geng, his eyes filled with a mixture of trepidation and anticipation, and asked in a low voice, "Shi Geng, could you help me look at the images in my subconscious? I want to understand what exactly happened back then."

As his cultivation progressed, he could vaguely sense some disjointed images flashing through his subconscious, which were his past memories.

Upon hearing this, Shi Geng was slightly taken aback. After a moment's thought, this was not a difficult task for him. Moreover, the little one had made rapid progress and had now reached the Blood-Moving Realm with a strength of 100,000 jin. It was time for him to learn about his past.

Thinking of this, Shi Geng smiled slightly, patted the little one's head and said, "I will help you investigate tomorrow. Now go down and play. Without you, the furballs won't have as much fun."

"Okay!"

The little one smiled again, took the warm animal milk, jumped off the roof, and instantly merged into the frolicking crowd below.

Shi Geng watched the little boy's cheerful figure, a smile appearing on his lips. He leaped off the roof and joined the noisy crowd, laughing and playing with the other children. At that moment, he was just a carefree child in Shi Village.

That night, the entire Stone Village was in a frenzy of celebration. Even the clan chief, Shi Yunfeng, was pulled into a dance by the elders. They believed that the village's children were promising and would become incredibly powerful in the future.

The revelry continued until the early hours of the morning before the tribespeople gradually dispersed and went home to rest.

The next day, just as dawn was breaking, the little one ran to Shi Geng's bedside, staring at him with his bright, clear eyes, his face a mixture of anticipation and trepidation.

Shi Geng shook his head helplessly, then helped the little one lie down on the bed. Once the little guy was lying obediently on the bed, he stretched out his finger and gently touched the little one's forehead.

Thanks to the tempering and baptism of his inner world, Shi Geng's soul was far more solid and powerful than some cultivators in the Spirit Transformation Realm. Pure spiritual power flowed from his fingertips and slowly seeped into the little one's sea of ​​consciousness.

Soon, he found that long-sealed memory.

"The Supreme Ruler, the very beginning of the people. The Imperial System was established, and the fundamental principles of human relations were established. The Five Virtues took turns in power, and he received the mandate and the mandate..."

The powerful and majestic chanting resounded through heaven and earth, solemn and awe-inspiring, like divine sounds from ancient times, and a magnificent, mythical scene unfolded before our eyes.

A towering altar rises from the ground, piercing the sea of ​​clouds, its entire body exuding the ancient and weathered charm accumulated over the years.

The altar is engraved with mysterious ancient patterns, depicting the rotation of the sun and moon, the falling of the Milky Way, ancient ferocious birds and beasts, and the images of ancient ancestors and deities. Every pattern is captivating.

The altar was far larger than any ordinary mountain, shrouded in clouds. The bodies of ancient remnants were displayed on the altar, their warm divine blood flowing down the stone platform and seeping into the mottled ancient patterns. Nearby, there were also many rare and precious treasures.

The entire altar exuded the grandeur and solemnity of a national sacrifice to Heaven.

Shi Geng glanced at the mountains of divine herbs and precious medicines piled up on the altar and couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement, almost drooling.

He composed himself and continued to search deeper into his memories.

A blazing golden sun hangs high in the sky, its immense power overwhelming, its light blinding. Within its shadow stands an unparalleled figure, his golden radiance illuminating the entire heavens, like a celestial emperor ruling over the universe. His gaze sweeps across the eight directions and six realms, and boundless golden blood energy surges wildly, creating this astonishing phenomenon.

This person is none other than the Emperor who rules over the vast territory of the Stone Kingdom. Today, he is personally presiding over the sacrificial ceremony to Heaven. His posture is extremely solemn. Behind him are a group of the strongest members of the royal family, each with a deep and imposing aura. Lightning flashes between their eyes as they open and close, exuding a fierce and intimidating aura.

Following them were the various feudal lords and civil and military officials, a grand and imposing procession.

"So this is the power of the Venerable Realm? It truly lives up to its reputation."

Shi Geng was secretly amazed. Even though he was only looking through the sealed memories, the overwhelming pressure still came over him, making his mind tremble.

Shi Geng withdrew his gaze and looked towards one side of the altar. There stood a group of noble families, dressed in magnificent robes, all quietly basking in the blessings of this vast and sacred light.

In the crowd, a stunningly beautiful young woman was gently holding an infant in her arms.

The little one was completely unaware that a grand ceremony was being held, only giggling and laughing, his little hands constantly reaching forward to grab things, his clear, bright eyes sparkling with intelligence, just like a tiny baby.

The scenes keep changing, and long-forgotten memories are gradually unlocked.

My grandfather, who was known as the Great Demon God, shot and killed a Pixiu cub on the battlefield of the Hundred Races. He was then relentlessly pursued by adult Pixiu and disappeared without a trace.

Later, the clan discovered that the little boy was born with the Supreme Bone, making him a rare and precious natural saint. His parents, worried about his grandfather's safety, traveled to a dangerous place to find him and had no choice but to entrust the little boy to the care of the clan.

But human nature is unpredictable. No one expected that the kind old woman would secretly take action and forcibly dig out the supreme bone from his body and transplant it into her own son.

Shi Geng watched the whole thing with a frown on his face. Although he had learned about it in the book in his previous life, the memory of witnessing this fratricide with severed limbs still moved him deeply. In particular, the pain of having his bones dug out at such a young age was unimaginable.

"Alas, the double pupils are already the path to invincibility, why borrow the Supreme Bone? Karma is retribution. Since you coveted the little one's Supreme Bone, you will have to pay it back sooner or later."

Shi Gen shook his head and withdrew his mental energy from the little one's sea of ​​consciousness.