Perfect World

Chapter 620: Chapter 620 Hundred Rivers Converge to the Sea Chapter 620: Chapter 620 Hundred Rivers Converge to the Sea This giant snail was immense, like a small hill, effortlessly carrying over twenty people and huge prey such as an elephant, a fierce tiger, and a giant python.

Shi Hao was quite speechless.

How did such a gargantuan snail grow to be this size?

The upper world was truly strange.

Its shell was very hard, jet black throughout, akin to ink jade, shining with a crystalline luster, extremely sturdy.

At this moment, as it moved, it was surprisingly fast, akin to a galloping horse.

Whoever dared to say that snails were slow, Shi Hao would definitely lose his temper with them.

This group of hunters all shared the surname Zhu, hailing from Zhu Village, and had just returned from a hunting excursion in the mountains, loaded with game.

Soon, Shi Hao understood why they shared the surname Zhu—it was because they had adopted the same-sounding name to honor their guardian spirit.

The village was large, with thousands of households.

At the head of the village, there was a gigantic spiderweb—sparkling silver and at its center lay an enormous spider, as huge as a wild elephant.

This was the guardian spirit of Zhu Village, protecting the thousands of households.

Usually coiled within the web motionless, it cultivated in silence.

The web connected the tops of two mountains at the edge of the village, forming a vast net about two miles in diameter.

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The spider silk was extremely crystalline, appearing like a barrier, sheltering the village.

The enormous spider was entirely silver-white and stayed motionless within its web, swallowing the essence of the sun and moon every day as it cultivated.

A thought crossed Shi Hao’s mind; this giant spider was not weak.

It was merely a village guardian spirit, yet it was already at the spirit transformation realm, which was astonishing.

The silver spider sensed something and opened its eyes, gazing over in his direction.

Shi Hao met its glance, which emitted brilliance before it resumed its cultivation.

When the hunting party reached the village entrance, they selected a large saber-toothed tiger from among their game and offered it to the giant web that spanned two miles.

Afterward, the giant snail carried everyone underneath the giant web into Zhu Village.

From behind, the sounds of chewing could be heard; the silver spider had quickly devoured the saber-toothed tiger.

There were two not so tall stone mountains at the head of the village, and past them, the terrain opened wide, with houses in rows.

“Ha ha, Uncle Nine, your team has returned so early today; faster than the other groups, and you even managed to hunt down a dragon-patterned wild elephant—what a huge haul!” someone greeted them.

Clearly, there was more than one hunting team in the village.

“Good fortune—the dragon-patterned wild elephant was injured, and we happened upon it, shooting it dead on the spot,” said the elderly man on the snail, all smiles.

“Who’s this?

Why did you bring back an injured person?” many from Zhu Village gathered around.

“I found and saved him,” declared the youngest boy on the snail, who was only eleven or twelve years old, named Zhu Jun.

He was still a child, with an innocent face, quite excited.

The villagers exchanged glances, all staring unabashedly at Shi Hao.

“Such severe injuries—has he been rammed by a Pi Xiu?

I feel like at least twenty or so of his bones are broken.”
These people often went hunting in the mountains, and sometimes got injured themselves.

One look at Shi Hao and they knew his injuries were severe; in fact, almost all of Shi Hao’s bones were broken.

“Let Third Grandpa take a look.”
The so-called Third Grandpa was one of the oldest in Zhu Village, knowledgeable about medicine.

Normally, he treated the injuries of the villagers and was highly respected.

In a quiet courtyard in the back of the village, next to a mud pond, lived Third Grandpa.

Gravely injured, Shi Hao managed to sit up slightly to express his gratitude to these villagers.

Third Grandpa was very old, with a head of white hair and a slight hunchback, his voice raspy as he said, “Young man, I do not know your origin, but I feel that you are extraordinary.

I hope your presence does not disturb anything here.”
When there were fewer people around, Shi Hao tactfully expressed that he did not need treatment from Third Grandpa and that he could recover on his own, but he wished to stay here for a while.

Third Grandpa nodded and cleared half a courtyard for Shi Hao.

“There are three thousand states in this realm?” This information Shi Hao acquired from a young boy after settling in, and he was flabbergasted by the enormity of it all.

You see, Shi Hao had heard in the Lower Realm that a single state in the upper world was far vaster than all eight regions combined.

Three thousand states—how vast was that territory?

And that was only the explored lands; considering the mysterious and boundless No-Man’s Land, it was unimaginable!

Of course, Shi Hao did not show his astonishment before the people of Zhu Village; all the information came through roundabout inquiries.

“The three thousand states are just an ancient saying; how many states there really are, we cannot say.

Even the great figures would find it difficult to ascertain,” said Third Grandpa.

After all, the upper world was too magnificently expansive, with endless boundaries.

It was this immensity that gave birth to innumerable powerful beings.

Shi Hao understood; a single state was several times larger than all eight regions of the Lower Realm put together, so naturally, such a state could produce exceptional geniuses and remarkable talents.

In the days that followed, Shi Hao tended to his injuries and gradually recovered, all the while pondering the natural laws of this world, preparing to complete his own.

The most effective method was nirvana, to allow for his transformation, to complete himself through it.

However, this process was doomed to be painful—it required breaking all the bones in his body and blood replacement, which would be very dangerous.

Of course, he was well-prepared; he had long mastered the Nirvana Method from Immortal Mountain and the Vermilion Bird Nirvana Method from the Fire Nation, as well as the related Nirvana Method of the noblewoman Hong Huang’s clan associated with the phoenix.

“The bones have already been reconnected; it seems to transform, I will have to shatter them again when the time comes,” murmured Shi Hao softly.

The Divine Striking Stone had fallen into a deep slumber, having sustained cracks during the explosion on the Sky Ascension Path, and it needed rest to slowly heal and recover.

Several days had passed, and Shi Hao had gained deep understanding of the laws and principles of this world.

He knew what he needed to do next: he was ready to complete the natural laws within his body and undergo nirvana.

“Wuu wuu…”
Suddenly, the sound of a horn resounded, deep and muffled, like a demonic beast growling.

The sound traveled far and wide, startling the entire Stone Village.

Not long after, groups of teenagers and youths became extremely excited, rushing toward the head of the village.

Even the Guardian spirit was startled, opening its eyes in the giant web, shimmering with silver radiance, sweeping its gaze over everyone.

“What’s happened?” Shi Hao also arrived at the head of the village and asked someone beside him.

“The selection battle for warriors has begun!” A teenager said excitedly; his name was Zhu Jun, and he was the first to discover Shi Hao on the road a few days earlier.

What sort of great battle was this?

Shi Hao was puzzled in his heart, but he didn’t overtly probe too much.

However, he didn’t need to inquire further, as the young people were all so excited that they couldn’t help but discuss it fervently.

It was a grand event, with layers of selections, deciding numerous strong individuals from each place, gathering warriors together like Hundred Rivers Converge to the Sea, where they would fiercely contend.

“What’s the point of this?” asked Shi Hao carelessly.

“It is said that there’s a great opportunity, a defy-the-heavens chance!” The teens’ faces were flushed with excitement as they discussed among themselves.

Selected from countless places layer by layer through battle, from village to city, and then to the ducal estate…

advancing step by step, this was a grand duel of geniuses, where the strongest would march onward.

“Where does the battle ultimately take place?”
“I’m not sure.

It is said that the strongest individuals from our region in the past could only stop at the ducal estate; they had no qualifications to go higher and challenge further.”
“It’s probably going to be state battles, or even further, a grand battle among the Three Thousand States – that’s the stuff of legends!”
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Shi Hao was quite shocked when he heard this.

This was truly far-reaching; what was it for?

Was it really a selection like Hundred Rivers Converge to the Sea, with every tributary eventually merging into the vast ocean?

Countless brave souls, many strong figures, and various prodigies of the heavens, this was going to be a big collision!

Even a single state was already several times larger than the Lower Realm, boundless and vast.

The people from Zhu Village couldn’t possibly understand; they hardly even knew about the other states, let alone explore the full extent of just one ducal estate.

In fact, it was not only them, but even the inheritors from those giant cities and powerhouses from the orthodoxies would find it hard to grasp the world beyond their state — it was just too far.

To go from one state to another, it would take a cultivator several lifetimes to reach.

“What’s the point of such a duel, and what kind of great opportunity does it hold?” Shi Hao wanted to understand, but unfortunately, the villagers did not know.

He was feeling somewhat regretful; before descending from the lower realms, he should have interrogated that black turtle thoroughly and learned about various things.

Regrettably, that turtle from the higher realms — Three Black — escaped during his battle with Seven Gods and hadn’t appeared since.

It seemed it had no intention of returning to the higher realms.

How often does this selection of Hundred Rivers Converge to the Sea and these layered battles occur?

This was the question Shi Hao wanted to know and asked casually.

“It’s uncertain, sometimes it’s more than a thousand years, and other times, it’s said to be held once every ten thousand years.”
Shi Hao was startled; that was indeed a grand affair.

His brother, Yue Chan, the witch, along with those Primordials and heavenly talents, were probably all going to participate, right?

It would be a grand contest of geniuses!

“I should first complete my natural laws and experience nirvana,” Shi Hao thought to himself as he returned to his dwelling to begin preparations.

To undergo nirvana, he needed cooperation on many fronts.

Apart from the Nirvana Method itself, he wanted to construct a Pond of Rebirth to nourish his body, allowing him to transform more effectively.

After all, this time he would have to break every bone in his body, remake blood and exchange it; the matter was critical and could tolerate no negligence.

Everything had to be flawless.

Shi Hao’s ten cave realms glowed, and a Beast Skin bag fell down.

Opening it revealed a treasure light flickering and dense Spiritual Energy within, containing various rare medicines, minerals, and spiritual insects.

These were the things Shi Hao brought from the Lower Realm to quickly facilitate his nirvana.

Before the bronze precious box broke, he had stored these items inside his body’s cave realms to avoid destruction.

Now, they would be of significant use.

Out of caution, he set up an Array behind Zhu Village and then began constructing the Pond of Rebirth within it, refining various medicinal liquids, preparing for his transformation.

Star Grass, black lotus, Scarlet Dragon Vine, Snow Jade Plant, and more, one Spiritual Medicine after another was refined and poured into the pond, the liquid crystal-clear and divine light surging.

Beside Shi Hao, there were over a hundred types of Spiritual Medicine, including the Three-legged Frog, Celestial Centipede, and Spiritual Blood Qiu — rare and unusual creatures, floating in the Pond of Rebirth, releasing their essence.

After one day and one night, Shi Hao had refined the Nirvana liquid.

Then, he gritted his teeth and broke all the bones in his body, endured the excruciating pain, released divine blood, and sat cross-legged in the Pond of Rebirth, beginning a transformation!

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