Perfect World

Chapter 594: Chapter 594: Not Much Life Left
 

He stood up, but just a few steps out, his body showed many cracks, and blood immediately flowed out, turning half of his body red from severe injuries.

It was like a finely made porcelain shattering—although it was pieced together, a slight disturbance could cause the fragments to separate again.

Shi Hao’s expression was dull, lacking vitality, even his brow was bleeding—serious issues were apparent. In such a condition, how could he travel far? He might die on the way.

He sat down cross-legged, holding the willow branch, absorbing and refining its power with all his might. All the buds fell off, entered his body, and the branch itself shortened, turning into green light, nourishing his flesh and bones.

Shortly after, the entire willow branch disappeared, and Shi Hao’s complexion turned slightly rosier.

“Such vigorous vitality, does it contain the rules of life?” he wondered in surprise, feeling some great power within the branch, not devoid of it!

However, the remaining natural laws were limited, more of it was just the essence of life from Divine Medicine, rather than the power of character and order.

Even so, Shi Hao felt somewhat better. Many wounds on his body healed, all bones connected together and grew slowly, as if regenerating anew.

He introspected again, falling silent for a long time, and sighed lightly. The rules of the Immortal Hall were still there, relentlessly causing damage. At this rate, he was ultimately destined to fall, with no way to fully cure himself!

Moreover, he found a special character appearing on his muscles and bones, which upon closer examination, was like the rust on bronze, coarse and with patches of green.

It was a curse made by one of the adults of the Immortal Hall, refined from the rust peeled off the Bronze Immortal Hall, bizarre and inexplicable—once touched, death was inevitable.

If it weren’t for the life-filled branch left by the Willow Deity, he would have died by now.

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Even so, this branch could only reconstitute his flesh and bones, not cure him. In the long run, he was destined to weaken and die in agony.

“The entire willow branch has been refined, I’ve temporarily gained a bit of strength, but there isn’t much time, I must hurry,” he said, staggering along, finding a bronze precious box nearby, along with some damaged, broken weapons.

This time, the loss was severe!

Battling and fighting to such an extent left no choice; even he was crippled, with his Supreme Bone blasted apart, let alone weapons.

With each step, his chest ached intolerably, cold sweat breaking out. The Supreme Bone was shattered, and now even pieced back together, only two-thirds remained.

This was very serious. He had once lost the Supreme Bone before and nearly died. It was his foundation, the root of his way; losing this bone again would be cutting off his source.

The only relief was that the Divine Blood was still there, which nourished the Supreme Bone; otherwise, without it, Shi Hao would immediately wither and fall into the most terrible situation.

He had experienced this in his youth!

Walking along, Shi Hao pondered to himself, “Willow Deity had said that there’s an added bone in my body, which, once I reach a certain stage, will ultimately become a shackle.”

He considered whether to direct that Supreme Blood throughout his body, no longer nourishing that bone, but rather infusing every bone.

This was a bold idea, abandoning the Supreme Bone; what would happen afterward, nobody knew.

However, Shi Hao soon shook his head. There wasn’t much time left; he couldn’t afford such an ordeal. Doing so might cause immediate death.

After all, the Supreme Bone was of great significance — it was his foundation. Disturbing it without nourishment would surely lead to major problems.

“Let’s go.”

Shi Hao staggered forward, then flew into the sky, heading towards the distance; blood continuously dripped from the corners of his mouth. Whenever he used Divine Power, his body ached intensely.

This was a dire situation; he doubted he could reach his destination before dying, unable to make it far.

“Hey, who was that person who just left? He looks a lot like the emperor of the Stone Country!”

“There’s news that he fought the last of the Seven Gods, from the Fire Nation to beyond the border. No one knows his current whereabouts; did he… win?!”

Several cultivators passing by were extremely shocked.

They landed on Three Lives Mountain and entered the mountain range, immediately dumbfounded—the aftermath of the great battle was terrifying, many peaks turned to ash, and many ridges shattered, clearly a Divine Battle had occurred!

“My God, did Shi Hao really win, killing the last and most powerful god? Is this defying fate?!”

The people were shocked, all showing incredulity.

Shi Hao sped along; where was he heading to? He had just left Stone Village not long ago, having seen his relatives; he now greatly wished to see his parents one last time.

After all, after so many years apart, they had hardly spent many days together. Blood was thicker than water; he longed to stay by his parents’ side for a moment before leaving, finding a place to bury himself.

He hurried towards Stone Kingdom’s Royal Palace, intending to use the altar there to teleport away, for how else could one cover such a distance?

“Your Majesty, you…”

When they saw Shi Hao descending from the sky, bloodied, the guards were shocked and trembled, “What happened to the emperor, covered in wounds, life hanging by a thread?”

Everyone gathered around, calling for a physician to treat him—a nation’s emperor being injured to such an extent was both terrifying and astounding.

“Your Majesty, the last god…?” the guards asked uncertainly.

“I killed him,” Shi Hao responded, handing over the broken National Guardian Divine Halberd and the damaged Divine Spirit Law Sword to them.

He fell silent for a moment, there was no time left, or else he certainly would force the Western Sect and other places to surrender several Divine Spirit Artifacts, to compensate for the loss.

These schools had sent down powerful adversaries from the higher realms to kill him; he surely needed to settle the matter.

“Your Majesty, where are you going?” the guards asked, seeing him about to leave.

“I must travel far,” Shi Hao said.

As he stood on the altar, he hesitated, even looked lost, not knowing what to do. His eyes were dim, he murmured to himself, “If I go see my parents, although it fulfills my wish, they will definitely be very saddened, and it will be painful…”

Shi Hao felt heavy-hearted. He deeply longed to see his parents, yet felt that such a meeting would only leave them with sorrow and pain.

Life was dwindling, yet Little Stone still thought of his parents’ feelings. Suddenly, he stopped, his face incredibly gloomy, his heart aching. Could he really never see his parents again?

However, he truly longed for one last meeting, even if it was just a glance.

“I’ll just quietly watch them from a distance, making sure they don’t notice me, then leave to find a secluded place to bury myself, so that nobody knows I have died.”

Shi Hao said sadly, feeling a slight sourness in his heart as he looked towards the horizon.

He stood silently for a moment, and when thinking of his parents, he also thought of Qin Hao, his only brother, and murmured to himself, “I should go see him.”

There were some things he couldn’t tell his parents, couldn’t face them, couldn’t bear to make them sad, but he could tell Qin Hao, entrusting him to look after their father and mother in the future.

“Maybe, I shouldn’t meet my parents, but I can go to Immortal Mountain to meet him!” he decided.

Shi Hao knew that his parents, Shi Ziling and his wife, were in Wasteland, searching for him and certainly had not yet returned to Immortal Mountain.

“Wanting to see them, yet unable to do so.” Little Stone whispered softly, feeling despondent.

He activated the altar and barged into a passage, disappearing from the Stone Kingdom’s Royal Palace.

“Do you know, Little Stone defied the heavens and defeated the last Divine Spirit!”

“Stone Emperor, only fifteen or sixteen years old, has actually slain gods, killing the most powerful Yellow Feather, eliminating all future threats!”

The news spread from Three Lives Mountain and the Stone Kingdom’s Royal Palace, shocking the world!

All the Cultivators in Wasteland were dumbstruck; a youth had continuously slain gods, killing seven gods and eradicating all powerful beings who had ignited divine flames. What an achievement? So brilliant it made one tremble, unbelievable!

The stunning achievements of Little Stone astonished everyone, shining across ages. How many could match this?

For a time, the world shook, countries were stunned, all Cultivators were discussing eagerly, and the news spread in all directions, even reaching parts of other regions.

Immortal Mountain, still majestic, with purple qi soaring, presenting a spectacle, a place where dragons soared.

Even though the Five Elements Mountains were no more, this place remained a Divine Soil, known as the world’s top cultivation spot.

Shi Hao, his battle robe stained with blood, had cracks on his body that were bleeding, his injuries worsening every moment. It was not easy for him to appear here.

“Who are you?” a powerful guardian roared, then quickly widened his eyes and exclaimed, “Little Stone!?”

The group was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly backed away. This youth had left too deep an impression on Immortal Mountain, his earlier fury overturning Five Elements Mountains and shocking the eight regions!

In just a moment, the news reached the depths of the pure land, alarming all the strong ones.

“It’s you, Little Stone, do you dare to cause trouble in my Immortal Mountain again?!” a powerful figure shouted with a grim face.

Others joined in, showing murderous intent, harboring strong hostility towards him.

Shi Hao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, “I’m not here to start a war. Please call my brother out; I have something to tell him.”

“Hey, wait, he seems to be severely injured!” someone whispered.

Many strong ones showed surprise; they had heard Shi Hao was battling gods—could he have been severely wounded, his essence injured? They could clearly feel his weakened aura and his body full of cracks, on the verge of collapsing.

Some exchanged glances and then stepped forward together, emitting a strong oppressive force.

“Boom!”

Especially one presence which was terrifyingly overwhelming, like a tide rushing in, causing a metallic taste in Shi Hao’s throat, his blood surging.

Though Immortal Mountain was devastated, it still harbored hidden Venerables alive, their imposing force now at its peak, pressuring with their aura.

“He’s wounded; we might be able to eliminate him!” someone whispered excitedly.

Furthermore, that Venerable had stepped forward, appearing at the mountain gate, looking coldly.

“I said, I’m not here to start a war, don’t force me!” Shi Hao said sternly, his emotions complex, having just slain gods—was he to be exploited by these people now?

The atmosphere turned subtly tense, very strained!

Some in Immortal Mountain wanted to seize the opportunity to suppress him, their expressions revealing unusual colors, their hearts trembling, many eager to try!

“Little Stone, your situation seems dire; are you about to perish?” someone sneered coldly.

“Have you come to my Immortal Mountain to throw your weight around in this condition?” the Venerable’s face bore a cold expression as he stepped closer, emitting a powerful oppressive force, without a trace of goodwill, ready to strike at any moment.

“A tiger fallen to the plains shunned by dogs,” Shi Hao murmured. On a normal day, these people wouldn’t dare act rashly. His eyebrows inverted, he said, “I told you, I came to see my brother, don’t force me!”

“Humph!” The Venerable snorted coldly, his face darkening even more at the thought of Shi Hao’s overturning of Immortal Mountain, a background crowd following him.

They emitted oppressive forces moving towards Shi Hao, the immense pressure causing his mouth to bleed again.

“He really can’t hold on, his oil drained, his lamp dry, he might soon perish,” someone whispered excitedly.

“I might be injured, but I’m not someone you can insult; I’ve slain several gods, how dare you act rashly around me!” Shi Hao shouted, enduring the intense pain, activating his Supreme Bone with a boom—a swarm of characters flew out, engulfing the crowd.

At the same time, blood flowed from under his chest armor, a slight cracking sound emitted as a small fragment split off from the Supreme Bone.

“Ah…”

The crowd screamed, all terror-stricken, instantly looking much older.

Shi Hao flashed forward, grabbed the Venerable by the neck, his fingers tightening nearly enough to break it, blood flowing, almost causing him to faint.

“I dare kill gods, and you, a Venerable, dare to bully me while I’m weak?!” Hao said, taking a deep breath, forcefully transmitted his voice inward, “Brother, come out and see me!” (To be continued. If you like this novel, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation votes, monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read on m.qidian.com.)