Perfect World

Chapter 595: Chapter 595: The World in Turmoil
 

The terrain undulated, and a purple mist enveloped the area, giving Immortal Mountain a majestic and robust presence.

One peak after another was shrouded in fog, where ancient trees shimmering with flowing rosy light could vaguely be seen, resembling a celestial wonderland.

The sound traveled far, echoing through the mountains like the roaring of thunder. Yet, there was no response from Qin Hao.

Shi Hao’s lips bore a trace of crimson; blood trickled out, and he couldn’t even swallow it. Even a slight exertion caused pain, indicating the severity of his injury.

Around him, the crowd once again showed their astonishment, deeply sensing that Little Stone was nearing his end. He had battled a Divine Entity, paid a heavy price, and might perish today!

“Rumors say he went to duel with the strongest Divine Entity, did he succeed in slaying that last one?”

Thinking of this possibility, the people of Immortal Mountain’s hearts throbbed, souls trembling with the enormity of this terrifying outcome, so shocking it was.

If proven true, it would undoubtedly be a miracle!

This also reinforced their belief that Little Stone’s life was not going to last much longer, perhaps just a bit more pressure would end his suffering.

A group exchanged glances, quietly gathering strength, ready to join forces and deliver a fatal blow if necessary.

Shi Hao was detached, his fingers exerting a slight force, causing the Venerable One’s neck to crackle audibly, the bones fracturing, shocking everyone and turning their faces pale.

Immortal Mountain could not endure such turmoil; if another Venerable One died, their influence in the Lower Realm would be truly diminished, a situation they could not afford.

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“The emperor of the Shi Clan, do not act rashly, let’s talk,” an elder hurried forward, bowing to apologize, asking him not to strike.

The others also restrained their energies and backed away. Although Little Stone was severely injured, if he decided to strike fiercely, killing the Venerable One in his hand would not be a problem.

Shi Hao, with a touch of his hand, released surging Divine Power, sealing the Venerable One’s strength, turning it momentarily into nothingness, and the man’s face turned deathly pale, his body trembling slightly.

“Brother, are you there? Come out,” Shi Hao called out again, using his divine origin power, bones in his body cracking audibly, clearly split.

He was like a shattered vase that had been pieced back together; a slight shock could cause it to crack open again, creating a dangerously vulnerable situation.

A swooshing sound approached, and a youth dressed in a silver Divine Vestment appeared, floating in the air. His silver-white battle garment shone, rendering him holy and transcendent.

He was only about twelve or thirteen years old, young but exceedingly calm with divine brilliance shining in his opening and closing eyes, his black hair flowing wildly, handsome and imposing—this was Qin Hao.

Qin Hao frowned and said, “What has happened to you?”

Shi Hao suppressed his injuries and responded, “Make them leave, I have something to tell you.”

Qin Hao nodded and said, “Follow me into Immortal Mountain.”

Although hostile intentions were present among the crowd, they restrained themselves at this time and did not interfere.

On a mountain peak where springs murmured and pine waves rustled, the two brothers sat face to face. Shi Hao openly confessed that his life was near its end.

Qin Hao looked at him and asked, “Can’t it be healed?”

“I know my condition well. Even if I were to pick a stalk of Divine Medicine, it would be useless,” replied Shi Hao, shaking his head.

Qin Hao fell silent for a moment and then asked, “What would you like me to do?”

“Take good care of our parents. I ask for nothing else,” Shi Hao said, and stood up. He had not long recognized this brother, who was always reticent, and did not wish to stay any longer.

“The world is so vast, perhaps some ancient technique could save you,” Qin Hao spoke up.

“I know,” Shi Hao nodded, reiterating his request for him to take care of their parents, the primary concern in his heart and his biggest worry.

“Rest assured, they will be well. Even when we move to the higher realms, no one dares to trouble us,” Qin Hao said.

Shi Hao sighed lightly, his eyes filled with reluctance, “If that is so, I am reassured. Don’t tell them about my situation. Just say I’ve entered seclusion, and you all will head to the higher realms soon.”

He knew that Qin Hao, having successfully cultivated the Immortal Bone, was destined to leave.

And he did not want, nor wish, his parents to know his current condition as it would leave them only with grief. He preferred to depart alone, finding a secluded location to bury himself.

Rather than a heart-wrenching farewell causing sorrow for his parents, he chose to leave behind a lie so they would believe he was in meditation, merely departing temporarily.

Qin Hao looked at him without a word, a silence falling between them.

“Alright,” Qin Hao finally nodded.

Shi Hao walked down the bluestone path leaving Immortal Mountain, not looking back, contemplating where to go, a quiet place to await his final moments.

Along the way, nobody stopped him, letting him depart.

Beyond the gate, the world was vast, the wilderness stretched endlessly, and Shi Hao stood there, looking at the mountains, watching the grand rivers flow, suddenly unsure where to go.

“Should I return to the village? That wouldn’t be good,” he sighed softly.

“They would be very sad,” Qin Hao eventually followed out, speaking from behind him, obviously referring to the Shi Ziling couple.

“Just don’t mention it then. Since you’re heading to the higher realms, take them with you,” Shi Hao said without turning around.

He stood for a long time, recalling various past events. Finally, he decided to return to the great desolate area surrounding Stone Village to be buried dozens of miles away from the village but hidden from their sight. He wanted to stay near where he grew up.

“Goodbye, I am leaving,” he said, ascending into the sky to seek the nearest immense city to find an altar and make his way there.

Blackstone City, a vast city built of black rocks, hence its name being entirely black.

“The altar is broken?” Shi Hao frowned, but there was nothing he could do as these altars were often neglected and frequently malfunctioned.

He started tampering with it; having the Divine Striking Stone by his side these last few years, he had learned some Array techniques and attempted a repair to open the pathway.

Because he really had no time to delay.

Half an hour later, he had managed to repair himself but his complexion was as pale as snow, and even weaker. He could not stay any longer and needed to rush back to the wasteland immediately.

“Child!”

“Infant!”

From behind, shouts filled with anxiety and urgency echoed as two figures rushed from mid-air; it was Shi Ziling and his wife.

Over these days, they had been restless, constantly pursuing Shi Hao in the wasteland, bearing immense pressure in their hearts, fearing his demise or any mishap.

However, each time they missed him. After every battle, Shi Hao would always leave for another place.

Day after day, they grew exhausted almost to the point of suffocation, fearing they would never see their eldest son again, forever separated by heaven and earth.

Because, he was confronting a god, igniting divine flames, facing entities so powerful, and against not one but seven Supreme Beings. It was surely a death trap with hardly any chance of survival.

They lived through anxious and worried days until today when they heard he had slain the last god. While relieved, they were also deeply concerned, not knowing his condition.

Word spread around the world, everyone discussing his god-slaying feats.

Shi Ziling and his wife grew even more worried, relieved only when they learned from the guards of the Stone Kingdom’s Royal Palace about his situation and deduced his location based on the coordinates left on the Ancestral Sacrificial Altar.

Luckily, they rushed back to Immortal Mountain the moment they heard Shi Hao had just left, and quickly chased after him.

Shi Hao thought of opening a portal and escaping, but it was too late; he had been spotted. It would truly be a regret of his life to turn around now.

“Infant, what has happened to you?!” Qin Yining screamed in horror, grabbing his hand. His body was covered with dense, deep cracks, from which blood continuously flowed, leaving her hands and feet icy cold.

Qin Hao was also there, the one who had led the way.

“Father, Mother,” Shi Hao managed to smile with a peaceful heart, but then dizziness overwhelmed him, and he collapsed on the altar.

“Quick, quick! Take him back to Immortal Mountain, try everything possible, use all available spiritual medicines, Holy Pills, everything to save Infant!” Shi Ziling roared, lifting him in his arms.

“We have already lost Infant once, we cannot lose him again, he must be saved!” Qin Yining cried.

They hurriedly carried Shi Hao toward Immortal Mountain.

That day, the world shook, the news finally spreading to other great areas. Shi Hao, in confronting the gods, successfully slaughtered the last of the Seven Gods, achieving a feat against the heavens!

Without a doubt, at his age, such an incredible record was enough to be considered unparalleled in history, or very nearly so.

The world was in an uproar, everyone in disbelief that he had succeeded in slaying gods, completely annihilating the Seven Gods—more mythical than myth, simply fantastical!

“Little Stone really did it, unbelievable, this is destined to become a historic event in cultivation history, to be forever remembered.”

“It’s a miracle, irreplaceable, Little Stone is too brilliant. He’s destined to become the Supreme One. His future is limitless; there’s no telling how far he can go!”

…

The eight regions boiled, everyone discussing, everyone excitedly debating. Little Stone’s name shook the world, his fame reaching unimaginable heights.

As people talked, news of his severe injuries also spread, surprising many.

“What? Little Stone is dying, he doesn’t have long to live?”

“No way, he only has a few days left?!”

This news shocked the world. Little Stone, so brilliantly dazzling, was apparently not long for this world, leaving people speechless with dismay.

“It’s such a pity, for so many years there’s only been one Little Stone, but he’s about to die soon. It’s so unfair.”

This time, Shi Hao was severely injured in his battle against the Seven Celestials from the higher realms, leaving many traditions respecting him deeply, mourning his potential loss.

“Heaven envies the talented; he’s still so young, with such astonishing potential, how can he fall so prematurely?!”

“Is this true?” Many refused to believe it.

This young man, like a comet, had risen and illuminated the earth, but his time was too short. Such brilliance, how could he pass away so prematurely? It made people clench their fists and sigh long.

“The news must be accurate; Little Stone indeed is going to die. It’s such a shame!”

“Now, several old kings of Stone Country are mobilizing everything, collecting all sorts of precious medicine and treatment methods from all over the world, willing to pay any price just to save him.”

…

The whole world was boiling. Little Stone had fought far and wide, eliminating the seven gods, solving the calamities of the Lower Realm, and now he himself was nearing death—everybody knew and discussed it.

Two days and nights later, Shi Hao finally woke from his stupor and quickly realized—his parents had fed him a drop of Golden Liquid from the Solar Divine Tree, which had temporarily sustained his life, but he was still going to die soon.

“Infant!” Qin Yining cried loudly, holding his head, tears continually falling.

What could be done now? There was simply no solution. According to some mighty beings’ joint deductions, not even a True God could save him.

His condition was terrible, with only a few days left to live.

Over the past two days, countless doctors had rushed here. Some were Divine Doctors invited by Stone Country, while many more, out of respect for Little Stone’s deeds, came voluntarily, hoping to save him but all were powerless.

“It’s not that there are no ways, but the cost is too high,” an old mountain healer said to Shi Ziling and his wife after everyone else had left.

“Old Sir, please save Infant. Whatever the cost, we are willing to accept it!” Qin Yining cried, no longer the astute Saintess, but a mere mother, distraught, with tears blurring her eyes.

“I…It’s difficult to say,” the old healer sighed, shaking his head.

“Please, Divine Doctor, give us guidance, do not hesitate; we promise to do whatever is necessary!” Shi Ziling urged urgently.

“I have found out that the Second Prince has an Immortal Bone implanted in him, which might save the Stone Emperor,” the old doctor said.

“What?!” Qin Yining’s face turned pale, and the medicine bowl in her hands suddenly fell to the ground, shattering with a crisp and piercing sound, its contents spilling everywhere. (To be continued. If you like this work, please consider giving a recommendation or monthly vote on Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)