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Chapter 602: Chapter 602: Passing Away Chapter 602: Chapter 602: Passing Away “infant, wake up, you can’t close your eyes!”
“Child, you must hold on, you’ve only just returned, you haven’t had a good look at Stone Village, you can’t leave like this, you have to survive!”
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Heart-wrenching shouts and mournful words filled the air as people rushed forward, picked him up, and conveyed Divine Power into his body, attempting a final effort to keep him alive.

“Actually…

I also can’t bear to leave you all, to leave like this, I am very content.” Shi Hao’s eyes were dim and lifeless; indeed, his feeble lamp of life had exhausted all its power.

“No, you said it yourself, you wanted to return to Stone Village, take a good look around, you can’t just leave like this!” Dazhuang clutched his hand, bellowing with tears in his eyes.

“Little Hao, we won’t let you leave!” the monkeys said anxiously.

“You have to live, don’t die…” Er Meng struggled for words, his speech clumsy, but repeated these words over and over.

Shi Hao looked at them, Dazhuang, the monkeys, Er Meng, Shi Dazhuang, the nasally child, the companions of his youth.

They had together raided fierce bird nests, ran wild over hills and dales, and grown up together.

Many memories flooded his mind, the joy of childhood, the carefree days, the troubles they had shared, and the adventures they had in the great desolate area.

“Child, you have to hold on!” a group of uncles shouted desperately, with veins bulging on their foreheads, anxious and helpless.

The elders of the clan trembled as they approached, their aged faces filled with panic, praying here and repeating life-extending words over and over.

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There were also aunts crying, naughty children wiping away tears; everyone was at a loss, not knowing what to do.

“Silver Peach, there are still two left, feed them to him quickly!” Clan Leader Shi Yunfeng roared.

“No need, I…

have already wasted too much.” Shi Hao murmured weakly, barely able to speak, as his wish was already fulfilled.

He let go of that breath and immediately couldn’t go on.

Spots and patterns emerged on his body, resembling verdigris; these character symptoms were severe, and now without the Supreme Bone, it became even harder to resist.

Originally, according to Divine Doctor Zhang Zhong’s calculations, he still had more than a day to live, but now his life force was rapidly depleting.

“Take it, how can this be considered a waste, you must live, can’t close your eyes.” Shi Yunfeng commanded.

He was always gentle, but now he was shouting.

There was no luster in Shi Hao’s eyes, like a candle in the wind about to be extinguished, his vitality dissipating, soon to vanish from the world.

Shi Ziling and Qin Yining, one on each side, each holding one of his arms, trying to retain something, but powerless to reverse fate.

“The Silver Peach is here, feed it to him, help Little Hao assimilate it.” an elder bellowed.

At this moment, Shi Hao’s eyes were almost closed, very dim; he could no longer see anything.

In a panic, Qin Yining took the Silver Peach and tried to put it into his mouth, to help him assimilate it, even if it was just to prolong his life for a moment.

“The Silver Peach won’t work, he’s taken it before, and the effect isn’t enough, use this.” the hairy ball shouted as it and Little Red rushed forward.

One had lost half of its body, the other had broken wings, both severely injured and struggling to move, but they still managed to muster the energy to leap over the crowd.

It was an ancient looking jug, filled with a sense of the passing of the years, carrying the aura of time.

Inside the jug, there was only a single drop of golden liquid, thick and sticky, clinging to the bottom, proving difficult to pour out, and exuding a unique fragrance that made some villagers fall to the ground drunk at its mere unveiling.

This was Divine Liquor from the nest of the giant Peng bird, something Shi Hao had brought back and never used, preserving it until now.

Before, this golden liquid had been brought into the Stone Kingdom’s Royal Palace, intending to be consumed by him, but was refused, because he didn’t want to waste too many divine objects, no matter what, it wouldn’t change the outcome.

Now, people were reluctant to give up, and the hairy ball and Little Red wanted to try it.

This was entirely a trust in one of the Primeval Ten Fierce, a last hope.

This drop of golden liquid was as big as a dragon’s eye, shimmering like a gemstone, radiating a dreamlike luster, forcibly poured into Shi Hao’s mouth, then assimilated into his belly.

But at this time, Shi Hao had already closed his eyes, almost lifeless.

“It must work, he must be revived.”
“Even extending his life by a day would be good!”
As the golden liquid entered his system, everyone worked together, channeling a warm flow through his limbs, accompanied by a blazing light.

Everyone was startled, their eyes widened.

Could there be a miracle?

“This golden liquid has properties of Divine Medicine, it’s really extraordinary!” the hairy ball exclaimed.

Shi Hao’s body radiated light, every inch of skin emitting a misty aura, enveloping him.

The Divine Liquor left by the giant Peng bird was indeed remarkable, worthy of being one of the Ten Fierce Beasts.

If it weren’t for the Curse from the Immortal Hall being so special, any other injury could have been instantly healed.

Everyone watched nervously, praying for a miracle to occur.

This was unexpected, just a drop of golden liquid, seeming more effective than the Divine Medicine War King and the others had found.

It was a pleasant surprise.

However, Shi Hao was still with eyes closed, his vitality unrevived, nearly extinguished, showing no sign of improvement.

This made everyone increasingly anxious, restless and uneasy.

As time passed, a fragrance of liquor emanated from Shi Hao’s body, his surface covered with a faint mist, as if deep in drunken slumber.

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Alas, his breath had nearly stopped, a cause for great concern.

This time felt incredibly long, no one knew how much had passed, when some of the children and those with insufficient cultivation were already fainted from the alcohol fumes, collapsing there.

It was evident how extraordinary this liquor was, possessing effects far from ordinary.

“Pity, it still wasn’t enough to defy the heavens,” Little Red sighed.

It and the hairy ball had lit the Divine Fire and their insight was naturally unique—they couldn’t help but shake their heads.

“He should be able to revive and regain consciousness for a while, but it won’t change anything.

After all, it’s just the giant Peng bird’s liquor, not a life-saving pill,” the hairy ball said.

Hearing this, everyone’s faces turned deathly pale.

Clan Leader Shi Yunfeng clenched his fist and with a soft sigh said, “Let’s return to Stone Village, so when the child opens his eyes, he can have a look at the place where he lived, where he grew up.”
In the village, one stone house stood after another, all built from solid rock, with dried meat hanging on courtyard walls and beast skins drying on roof ridges.

The streets were quiet, the limestone ground free of dust, and many Spiritual Medicines were planted along the sides.

Half a day later, Shi Hao’s breathing grew heavier, and finally, he opened his eyes, looking around in confusion, prompting a wave of exclaims.

“I’ve worried you all again,” he said weakly.

Both he and everyone else knew there wasn’t much time left.

Er Meng carried him on his back, walking through the village from one street to another.

The Clan Leader’s old yellow dog, which had long lost its tail fur, followed along.

The familiar streets, the familiar people; this feeling made Shi Hao feel lost but also yearning, as if he had returned to the past.

At that time, he was the smallest, known as Little Tot by the villagers, always running behind a group of older children, and he liked to pull the old yellow dog’s tail, his simple and naive nature endearing.

Finally, everyone arrived at the entrance of the village.

Shi Hao sat there, looking at the small earthenware jar in the Clan Leader’s court, and he began to smile.

Others smiled in understanding as well, remembering how he was back then; every morning he would secretly simmer beast milk in that court, not wanting others to see.

Because of this, many people had teased him, but he didn’t care, still simmering it secretly, his face always getting dirty and smudged with ash.

“What a pity, the Willow Deity has left,” Shi Hao sighed lightly.

He still wanted to ascend to the higher realms, still wanted to compete with those Primordials and heavenly prodigies, and wanted to search for the Willow Deity in that mysterious area, but now he had no chance.

Everyone fell silent; if the Willow Deity were still here, everything might have been different, perhaps this wouldn’t have happened.

Looking at the Spiritual Medicines, Silver Peach Trees, and the Octadic Treasure Chickens in the village, everyone felt moved.

Back then, Shi Hao was still very young yet constantly brought things into the village, like a little adult caring for the home.

He wasn’t very old, but he had already brought about so many changes in Stone Village.

“Uncle Little Hao, you can definitely survive; nothing will happen to you,” a child tugging at the hem of his clothes said, looking up with tears in their eyes.

To them, Shi Hao was the best uncle, always taking them running wild in the great desolate area when he returned, able to raid nests of ferocious birds and catch fierce beasts, fulfilling all their wishes.

In their hearts, Shi Hao was the strongest and could do anything, but today he was going to die, making every child wipe their tears.

Shi Hao stroked one child after another on the head, as he saw himself in them, wearing a smile without speaking.

Yue Chan stood at a distance, having not yet left Stone Village, her heart filled with complex emotions.

After learning everything, all she could do was sigh.

For this, the wicked old woman had asked her if she had any means, seeking help.

Obviously, even with her help, it was useless.

The practice of nurturing the Second Body required far too much time, and Shi Hao simply didn’t have the time to wait.

“Chirp chirp…” The Pi Xiu Emperor, Little Qing, and Ziyun came forward, continuously rubbing their heads against Shi Hao’s body, their eyes actually filled with tears, all of them filled with reluctance.

“You all must protect Stone Village well from now on and don’t fly too far away,” Shi Hao instructed.

The three fierce birds nodded vigorously, tears welling in their eyes.

Not far away, a unicorn also ran over, it was Little Bai, showing signs of evolving into a Pegasus, bearing wings on its back, its entire body snow-white, circling around Shi Hao, constantly neighing.

The red sun was setting, the evening sky blood-colored, appearing somewhat heartbreaking, half the sky dyed in crimson.

Looking at the afterglow of the setting sun, at the familiar village, at the people before him, Shi Hao stretched out his hand, trying hard to grasp something, to yell out his final words, but his strength had drained away.

His eyes lost their light, unable to see anything, he used the last of his energy to reach out his hand, bidding them farewell.

“Child!”
The crowd shouted, all hands reaching out, firmly grasping his.

Under the crimson afterglow of the setting sun, Shi Hao’s Flame of Life extinguished, silent, and he closed his eyes, with a touch of reluctance, breathless.

“Child!”
The crowd called out, extremely sorrowful, trying everything, but still unable to keep him.

Cries, shouts, murmurs, all interwoven together.

That night, the entire Stone Village was filled with a mournful atmosphere, cries unceasing, ultimately unable to reverse the inevitable.

The next day, the morning glow was still brilliant, but Shi Hao was already silent and motionless, and the people placed him into a coffin, carrying him to a low mountain, as per his last wishes, and buried him.

A mound of earth appeared, overlooking Stone Village.

There, he could see Stone Village, see the villagers, and be with them.

(To be continued.

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