7: Chapter 7 The Supreme Bone Revives! The Willow God Revives!

"W-what is going on?!"

Old Chief Shi Yunfeng threw away his cane and rushed over like a gust of wind.

He grabbed the tottering Little One and tore open the clothes on his chest.

The next second.

The old Clan Chief trembled all over, tears streaming down his face as if he had seen a ghost.

"It... it grew back?"

He saw that at the previously sunken scar on Little One's chest, a mass of flesh was now writhing.

Deep within that flesh, a piece of crystalline new bone was slowly taking shape.

That aura of Supreme nobility, capable of crushing the ages, was already beginning to emerge!

The Supreme Bone, Nirvana and rebirth!

"Heavens! Is Little One's illness cured?"

"It's glowing! Little One's chest is glowing!"

The surrounding villagers exclaimed repeatedly; although they did not know it was the Supreme Bone, they could feel that vigorous vitality.

Ye Xuan stood to the side, watching this scene, a trace of shock flashing in his eyes.

He knew the three-light divine water was powerful.

But he hadn't expected it to be this powerful!

It was only a single drop!

And it was a drop diluted in beast milk at that!

It actually directly catalyzed the regeneration of the Supreme Bone?

One had to know, in the original plot, Shi Hao had endured countless hardships and underwent countless baptisms before the Supreme Bone achieved Nirvana.

"Is this the treasure bestowed by the Saint?"

Ye Xuan swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

These high-level resources from the Primordial World, when placed in the Perfect World, were simply a cheat code that felt like a dimensional strike!

"Hot... so hot..."

Little One twisted in Old Chief Shi Yunfeng's arms, and black sweat began to ooze from his body; it was the Impurities within his body being expelled.

His aura was climbing steadily.

Blood Moving Realm Early Stage... Middle Stage... Late Stage!

In just a few breaths of time, he had actually broken through the threshold of the Blood Moving Realm, possessing a giant strength of tens of thousands of jin!

"Quick! Put him into the Medicine Cauldron!"

Ye Xuan made a prompt decision and shouted.

"The medicinal power hasn't dissipated yet, don't waste it!"

Old Chief Shi Yunfeng woke as if from a dream, picked up Little One, and ran toward the large black cauldron in the center of the village.

"Boil water! Quickly boil water! Add medicinal herbs! And the true blood of Vicious Beasts!"

The village instantly descended into chaos, but every person's face was filled with wild joy.

Ye Xuan stood in place, watching the busy crowd, and then looked at his own palm.

A trace of the three-light divine water's aura still remained there.

"Since the effect is this good..."

"Then, can my cultivation plan be a little more aggressive?"

Ye Xuan turned his head to look at the charred willow tree at the village entrance.

Willow Deity's willow branches were also swaying toward this side at this moment, seemingly also paying attention to Little One's changes.

Immediately, the corners of Ye Xuan's mouth curled up slightly.

"Revered Master, this Disciple still has some good things here..."

Saying this, Ye Xuan turned around and walked to the huge charred willow tree at the village entrance.

Although it had absorbed quite a bit of Innate Spiritual Qi last night, Willow Deity's condition had improved much.

But that huge trunk remained charred like charcoal, with only a single solitary willow branch hanging down, appearing somewhat desolate.

That was a Dao wound left over from the Immortal Ancient Era, a destructive blow caused by the Lightning Tribulation's heavenly punishment.

Relying only on the bit of aura escaping from Ye Xuan, wanting to fully recover would likely take forever.

"Revered Master."

Ye Xuan spoke, his voice calm.

The willow branches swayed gently, and that ethereal consciousness descended once again: "What is it?"

Ye Xuan flipped his palm, and the jade bottle containing the three-light divine water appeared in his palm once again.

"This Disciple observes that Revered Master's injuries are heavy; although you are undergoing Nirvana, the speed is ultimately a bit slow."

Ye Xuan unplugged the bottle, and a strange, fragrant scent that made the heavens and earth lose their color instantly drifted out.

"This Disciple has a type of divine water here, named three-light divine water, which is condensed from the essence of the sun, moon, and stars; it specializes in treating Origin Dao wounds and might be able to help Revered Master recover as quickly as possible."

The willow branches paused slightly.

A trace of fluctuation flashed within Willow Deity's consciousness.

It could feel the terrifying energy contained within that small bottle.

That was not ordinary water; it was a precious Dao liquid containing the vitality of creation.

"Such a divine object..."

Willow Deity just wanted to say it was too precious and tell Ye Xuan to keep it for himself.

But Ye Xuan didn't give it a chance to refuse at all.

"Revered Master, please use it."

Ye Xuan flicked his wrist.

Splash.

This time, it was not one drop.

He directly poured out a small stream, about a dozen drops or so.

The golden sunlight divine water, silver moonlight divine water, and purple starlight divine water intertwined together, transforming into a brilliant three-colored rainbow light that splashed directly onto that charred trunk.

"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle—"

The moment the three-light divine water touched the trunk, it was completely absorbed by the withered trunk.

Immediately after.

"Thump!"

A muffled, thunderous sound, as if it were the heartbeat of the earth, transmitted from inside the tree stump.

The sound was heavy and powerful, shaking the ground under Ye Xuan's feet until it trembled slightly.

"Crack... crack..."

Cracking sounds rang out densely.

He saw that the charred tree bark, which had endured endless years and was as hard as iron, was now actually beginning to crack and peel off in large areas.

Large pieces of dead black skin fell to the ground, turning into dust.

And beneath that peeled-off dead skin, a tender, jade-white, crystalline new trunk was revealed.

A life essence, so majestic it was indescribable, erupted with a boom, like a volcanic eruption!

"Boom!"

Green light shot up into the sky, directly piercing through the clouds in the firmament.

On the previously bare trunk, countless tender buds emerged at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Sprouting, growing, hanging down.

In a single breath.

The tree stump that originally only had one willow branch had now actually grown hundreds of brand-new branches!

These branches were entirely emerald green, as if carved from divine jade, each one emitting brilliant chains of order.

They danced in the air, weaving into a green divine waterfall, shrouding the entire Shi Village in a sacred and peaceful radiance.

At the same time.

A vast, boundless torrent of memories, nourished by the three-light divine water, broke through the fog of Nirvana and returned to Willow Deity's Sea of Consciousness.

Memory restored!

The once Immortal King Giant, the once Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit who had killed until no one in the world dared to claim supremacy, had, at this moment, regained her memories.

"Hum—"

Strange phenomena manifested.

Ye Xuan and the people of Shi Village, who had been startled, all involuntarily raised their heads to look at that willow tree.

In their field of vision, that was no longer a tree.

It was a towering deity.

Around the willow tree, space distorted, manifesting three thousand bizarre and colorful orbs of light.

Each orb of light was a vast, great world.

Within those three thousand worlds, countless gods and demons were roaring, and countless living beings were worshipping.

They were all kowtowing and worshipping piously in the same direction, toward this willow tree.

Three thousand divine kingdoms, ten thousand spirits worshipping!

This grand scene deeply shocked everyone present.

"Lord Sacrificial Spirit has manifested!"

"This is a miracle! This is a true miracle!"

Old Chief Shi Yunfeng trembled all over with excitement, threw away the cane in his hand, and knelt directly on the ground.

The other villagers did not hesitate in the slightest; regardless of age or gender, they knelt down toward the willow tree one after another, their eyes filled with fanaticism and awe.