Perfect World

Chapter 587: Chapter 587 Immortal Hall
 

Outside, there was unease, and public outrage spread across the world. People were discussing the Seven Gods and some hailed Little Stone, hoping he would swallow mountains and rivers in his fury and slay the last God!

However, the seventh God was nowhere to be found and had not appeared yet.

Shi Hao had gone out once, had found the Divine Striking Stone and Emperor Butterfly, brought them back to Stone Village, and gathered some heavenly treasures and earthly rarities from Stone Country to prepare for battle.

“Is this really the old site of Stone Village?” a group of children curiously incredulously stared at the deep pit below.

Pi Xiu Emperor, Little Qing, and Ziyun descended, bringing a group of youngsters and children to the old site where vegetation had now grown, no longer barren.

Fifty thousand miles had been blood-washed, and for a time, vegetation was sparse, and creatures vanished, leaving bones everywhere. Now, at last, some vitality had returned.

Stone Village had moved from this spot, leaving behind a huge pit, with nothing else remaining. Shi Dazhuang, Er Meng, and the monkeys were quite emotional; this was their first return since leaving.

“Hey, there’s something down there!”

Pi Xiu Emperor dove down, now drastically different in appearance from the Green Scaled Eagle, its feathers golden, truly resembling a Golden Winged Peng, landing at the bottom of the valley.

Little Qing also descended, using its sharp claws to dig through the soil, revealing a massive skeleton flashing with purplish-gold radiance, exuding an inexplicable majesty.

From within Shi Hao’s thick, long hair, a speck of gold appeared, and Emperor Butterfly danced, flying down. Before long, it had entered the skeleton below the soil.

“Is this a Divine Bone?” everyone was astonished.

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Pi Xiu Emperor and Little Qing broke through the soil layer, exposing the massive skeleton that lay there, a hundred yards long, all its bones purplish-gold.

“Willow Deity had once rooted here, drawing on this Divine Corpse to restore a trace of Divine Power and thus survived,” Shi Hao muttered to himself, aware of this piece of history.

Willow Deity had once bathed in intense thunder from the ninth level of heaven, cutting off all vitality. Although this Divine Corpse couldn’t compare to it, it still had some effect for a withered tree.

It was precisely because it had rooted here, that after a silent period of over a decade, Willow Deity sprouted a branch, regained some vitality, and then survived.

Emperor Butterfly fluttered gracefully, carrying a purple-gold grain up, landing on Shi Hao’s shoulder, nibbling at the crystalline structure with a “crunch.”

“What is this?” Shi Hao asked as he held it in his palm.

It was a pebble the size of a fingernail, akin to a piece of purple gold, slightly transparent, with a soft sheen and a strange energy fluctuation.

With a growl, Divine Striking Stone broke free and struggled with Emperor Butterfly, wanting to swallow the pebble.

“Stop fighting!” Shi Hao intervened.

As a result, both stone and butterfly charged back into the huge pit, burrowing into the massive skeleton to search further.

Light Wind, Er Meng, and the monkeys, driven by curiosity, drew near and watched alongside. As for a group of children, like monkeys, they took one look and rushed down the valley to search.

“What kind of deity is this, with such a huge body over a hundred yards long? What did it eat to grow so big?” A few years old youngster’s words were filled with childish curiosity.

Shi Hao and others also appeared at the valley bottom, carefully examining the massive skeleton. The purple skeleton was extremely hard, and striking it produced a sound of metal and stone, still emanating slight energy fluctuations.

“What exactly is this crystal?” Shi Hao asked Divine Striking Stone, discovering more than ten crystals embedded in the Divine Corpse, the largest as big as a walnut, with significant energy fluctuations.

“This is Divine Crystal, only high-tier deities can grow it, unbelievable that such an extraordinary thing exists here,” Divine Striking Stone said as it nibbled.

“Unfortunately, the rest are dregs, the Divine Power isn’t pure, mottled and in a jumbled mess,” Divine Striking Stone lamented.

It and Emperor Butterfly took a few bites but dared not continue as beyond the Divine Power, the crystal also contained death energy, unsuitable for absorption due to too many impurities.

Obviously, this was the residue after Willow Deity’s absorption.

“The Divine Energy contained in this is actually extremely terrifying if it could be utilized, it indeed wouldn’t be a bad killing weapon,” Divine Striking Stone remarked.

“Can this be refined into a slaying weapon for Little Brother?” Light Wind inquired, concerned for Shi Hao.

“I was considering just that; let me contemplate it. Such a huge high-tier Divine Corpse’s essence hasn’t completely dispersed, every part of it is a treasure,” Divine Striking Stone declared.

In the end, the group of children all exited the huge pit, not wanting to intrude, aware that this matter was of great importance.

Shi Hao, Er Meng, and the monkeys revisited the old place, leading the group of children across this area, noting that some fierce birds and beasts had returned to reside here.

There would ultimately be a final battle, so Shi Hao came to the old site, reminiscing, fearing he might never see this place again and revisited the beautiful memories of the past.

In the end, everyone brought the huge purple skeleton back to Stone Village, Divine Striking Stone asking Hairy Ball and Little Red for help, jointly refining it and continually refining it.

“Using Divine Crystal as the source, and the purple skeleton as Divine Material, refine a one-time killing weapon, and build some array platforms, the power should indeed be terrifying!” Divine Striking Stone declared confidently.

Several days later, in the capital of Stone Country.

An old man walked slowly, with a special rhythm, heading straight into the city. The streets were crowded, but he never touched anyone.

He wore an ancient Daoist robe, his skin rough, his hair gray and very aged, but his eyes were bright, looking spry. After entering the city, he moved unhurriedly, observing various sights within Stone Capital.

Before long, he appeared in the imperial palace, to the astonishment of a group of guards, who had no idea how he had entered.

“These arrays have some tricks,” he said, nodding as he looked at the palace’s grand array, squinting his eyes and studying it carefully.

He did not kill anyone but simply opened his mouth and said, “Where is your emperor? I wish to see him and discuss some matters with him.”

These guards, even if they knew where Stone Village was, wouldn’t say, let alone not understanding at all; naturally, there would be no answer.

“Is that so…” The elderly man did not take action. He turned around and in a flash, disappeared, reappearing half an hour later in a secret garden outside the imperial city where he met Peng Jiu.

“Don’t be nervous. I won’t make a move. I come with sincerity and wish to see your Stone Emperor.” He spoke with a smile, his face full of kindness.

Peng Jiu’s hair stood on end. He felt that even if he fought with all his might, he wouldn’t be able to harm a single hair of this man. Standing before the elder, he felt like a lamb looking up at a Zhen Biao, the gap between them too vast.

“The emperor has left, and I do not know where,” Peng Jiu said, forcing himself to remain calm.

“Is that so… Then I will go to Stone Capital and wait for him.” The old man’s figure became faint and he disappeared into thin air.

In Stone Village, Shi Hao stepped onto the altar.

At this moment, as the entire village saw him off, everyone opened their mouths, not knowing how to retain him; everything that needed to be said had been said.

“Child, preserve your body, keep your life; living is more important than anything!” An elder spoke up.

“Uncle Little Hao, we’ll wait for you. You promised to take us to raid the Golden-Winged Peng’s nest, to capture Zhen Biao; you must survive!” A child said, wiping away tears.

…

Shi Hao didn’t want to see this kind of farewell scene. He directly opened the portal and rushed in, disappearing from sight.

“Your Majesty!” A guard exclaimed in shock.

As soon as Shi Hao stepped out from the ancestral sacrificial altar of the imperial palace, he sensed a powerful aura. Inside Stone Capital, a force was spreading, like a golden sun burning brightly.

Ordinary people could not see or feel it, but he could sense it. Standing at the highest point of the imperial palace, he looked out and saw an inn in the city shining like a beacon.

Though they were about twenty li apart, they sensed each other immediately — a grasp of keen aura by powerful beings.

The inn was brilliantly illuminated, and in Shi Hao’s eyes, everything was clearly visible. An elder was surrounded by a golden divine flame, resembling a golden sun.

At that moment, he was pouring his own drink, seemingly able to see through the void. Despite the distance of over twenty li, he raised his cup from afar and nodded to Shi Hao in greeting.

“Stone Emperor, I’ve long admired you,” the elder smiled and drank a cup of old wine.

Shi Hao beckoned, and the wine and cup appeared in his hands. He sat atop the palace, also raised his cup in gesture, and drank a cup of wine.

“Why not sit together and share a drink?” the elder stood up, his smile warm.

“Distance breeds fondness,” Shi Hao responded.

“You are too cautious, Stone Emperor. Our meeting doesn’t necessarily have to be a matter of life and death,” the elder said, introducing himself. His name was Yellow Feather, and he came from the Immortal Hall.

The Immortal Hall, an absolutely mysterious and terrifying ancient legacy, Shi Hao had pieced together only fragments from the shattered psyche of the Three Gods, but already knew of their transcendence.

“I hope there is no conquest, and that all can be harmonious,” he nodded and said.

“Young friend, would you like to join our Immortal Hall?” the elder asked.

Shi Hao was taken aback, unsure why he would say that.

“Perhaps you are not familiar with our Immortal Hall. If you join, I guarantee we would not disgrace your talents and status,” the elder smiled and briefly introduced.

In the Immortal Hall, there were no more than five members, and it had always been so!

Yet, they were extremely terrifying; even in the higher realms, no one wanted to provoke them. Everyone that came from the Immortal Hall represented invincibility and encountered no rivals.

Shi Hao was moved; if this news was true, it was unimaginable—startling.

He was well aware that the higher realm had countless races and vast territories, its size unknown multiples of the Lower Realm, with the Primordial, geniuses, and gods striving for dominance!

In such a world, a legacy with never more than five members could stand shoulder to shoulder with major schools and claim invincibility — one could imagine how terrifying it was.

“What is your relationship with the Supreme Hall?” Shi Hao asked.

As he knew, the Supreme Hall had even fewer members, always just one per generation, extremely mysterious, and he had learned from the Three Gods that there was some connection.

“Hehe…” The elder laughed, and ultimately only let out two words: “Rivals.”

Shi Hao was surprised, truly beyond expectation; he had thought these two mysterious organizations might have a hereditary connection, but instead, they were adversaries.

“The Supreme Hall is also in the higher realms, but ages ago, they were defeated and fled to the Lower Realm,” the elder smiled.

Shi Hao was astounded; this was truly hard to believe.

Legend said that the Supreme Hall possessed the middle chapter of the Primal True Solution—Detachment, claimed to be immortal. Anyone from this legacy could be invincible in heaven and earth.

Such a powerful hall, known as supreme, could also be defeated; what then was the origin of the Immortal Hall, perhaps possessing scriptures equalling the Detachment Chapter?

“I heard that, young friend, you once claimed to be the sole descendent of the Supreme Hall, is that true?” the elder smiled, squinting his eyes. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommend and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please go to m.qidian.com to read.)