Divine Root Bone

As he passed through the shattered spatial barrier, the intense spatial tearing force instantly overwhelmed Zhang Yang's already exhausted soul. His vision went black, and he plummeted straight into this new space, completely losing consciousness.

After an unknown amount of time, a gentle, warm spiritual energy slowly awakened him. Zhang Yang sat up, his body aching, and looked around. Before him was a uniquely shaped stone chamber. This place was not as vast and expansive as the grassland secret realm he had seen before; its width was limited. However, the dome of the stone chamber was ridiculously high, extending straight upwards and reaching the top, with a heavy, oppressive aura enveloping him from above.

Inside the stone chamber stood five colossal stone statues, each a hundred meters tall, their appearances bizarre and indistinguishable, neither human, beast, nor even the manifestation of an ancient powerful being. Three statues stood directly in front, with one on each side. The five statues possessed entirely different expressions—solemn, indifferent, majestic, desolate, or icy—with none sharing a common trait. Simply standing silently in place sent a chill down Zhang Yang's spine, and a nameless coldness crept into his heart.

He examined them closely for a moment and suddenly noticed a common detail—all five giant stone statues, each with a different shape, had one arm outstretched, and their thick, pillar-like fingers were pointing vertically to the exact center of the stone platform, without the slightest difference.

The hundred-meter-tall stone statue, with each finger incredibly thick, and five heavy stone fingers simultaneously locking onto the same small area, created an overwhelming sense of oppression that gripped Zhang Yang's mind. The statue's face was blurry and strange, its features indistinguishable, yet its guiding gestures were unwavering, as if it had been waiting for someone there since time immemorial.

The center of the stone platform was about two hundred meters away from him. Zhang Yang suppressed his apprehension and slowly walked forward. The closer he got to the center point pointed to by the stone statue, the higher the temperature of the black jade pressed against his chest rose, the scalding warmth constantly burning his clothes; at the same time, the divine-grade root bone deep within his body trembled and resonated strongly, his meridians tingled slightly, and Daoist energy surged from the depths of his marrow. The two phenomena intertwined simultaneously, growing ever stronger.

As he reached the core of the stone platform, the black jade suddenly burst forth with a dazzling golden light, illuminating the entire towering stone chamber. Zhang Yang looked down at the stone platform beneath his feet; on its smooth surface, an ancient inscription was clearly carved, each character revealing the secrets of this place:

This platform requires bloodline activation; ordinary blood leads to mediocre opportunities; superior and top-grade root bones can bring superior fortune; only those who possess the legendary divine root bones of the continent are the ones I await.

The divine-grade innate bone and the personal black jade are symbiotic, inseparable and indispensable. Only when the two are gathered together can the supreme opportunity I left here be unlocked.

After reading this passage, Zhang Yang was overwhelmed with emotion and could not calm down for a long time.

Only now did he fully understand the connection between his two great secrets—his extraordinary innate talent and the black jade that accompanied him were innately bound together, symbiotically intertwined. He secretly confirmed that his innate talent was indeed the divine treasure described in the text, a rare find even once in ten thousand years, and that the black jade, which had saved his life several times along the way, was also a companion treasure born to his talent. In that case, the person left in the stone chamber with this opportunity was none other than himself.

The inscription at the end states that as long as the holder's blood drips into the center of the stone platform, a treasure of creation unique to them will manifest.

Zhang Yang stood there hesitant, his mind filled with countless thoughts. But remembering how Black Jade had guided him through countless perilous situations and how his own divine-grade physique had repeatedly helped him withstand the pressure of high-level attacks, he no longer hesitated. He circulated his eighth-level Qi Refining power, condensing sharp spiritual energy at his fingertips, and gently cut his wrist. Crimson, scalding blood slowly slid down the wound, dripping onto the spot in the center of the stone platform.

The moment the first drop of blood touched the stone surface, the entire stone chamber trembled violently, and the eye sockets of the five giant stone statues simultaneously lit up with brilliant golden light. A tremendous and earth-shattering change suddenly erupted!