Chapter 66: Transcendence

In his childhood, lifting a hundred thousand pounds of divine iron was considered an incredibly daunting task, almost an insurmountable challenge, hence it was known as the Extreme Realm.

In ancient times, divine birds and heavenly-tier ferocious beasts used this measure to gauge their offspring and predict their future achievements. Not every young one possessed such potential for the Extreme Realm.

Now, Little Point had achieved it. He lifted the hundred thousand-pound boulder, his body radiating with divine light in the morning glow, shaking the vast wilderness. Many ferocious birds and beasts fled in terror, unable to cope with the overwhelming pressure.

“Wow, I did it,” Little Point said with a sense of accomplishment. He let go of the boulder, which tumbled down the waterfall with a thunderous roar, as if an earthquake had struck.

At his age, possessing such strength with just his flesh and bones was truly astounding. This was an extraordinary achievement, one that ordinary mortals could not reach.

Little Point stood on a boulder, facing the morning glow. The torrent of water roared beside him, its intensity like rolling thunder, shaking the rocky mountains. His body gleamed with a radiant light, signifying his immense strength. The Extreme Realm had been shattered, laying the most solid foundation for his future growth.

“I can now understand the Primordial True Explanation, but it would be better if I were even stronger,” Little Point mused to himself. Breaking through the Extreme Realm was not his final goal.

He did not stop there but continued to dedicate time to further hone his body, aiming to reach a higher state and push beyond his limits.

Day after day, Little Point, regardless of wind or rain, never missed a single day of training. He was now over seven years old.

“Boom!”

Lightning flashed and thunder roared as torrential rain caused floods to surge through the wilderness. Although it was daytime, the sky was as dark as night, and only the lightning illuminated the land.

In the midst of the storm, a small figure moved across the land, carrying a hundred thousand-pound boulder into the floodwaters, defying the power of nature with his own body.

This was not the usual rocky waterfall but a genuine mountain flood.

The towering waves and swirling floodwaters ravaged the land, destroying entire forests. The power of nature was overwhelming, and humanity appeared minuscule and fragile in comparison.

Hordes of ferocious beasts fled, fearing death in this swampy land.

Yet, Little Point was unafraid. He pressed on, enduring the flood with his flesh and blood, advancing deeper into the mountains and braving the mountain flood.

“Rumble!”

Muddy water and fierce boulders continuously surged from the mountains. It was a calamity. But Little Point showed no fear, even when swept away by the raging flood and slammed against the rocks. He did not stop; he regained his footing and continued moving forward.

Without the aid of runes or divine arts, only through physical hardship and relentless training, Little Point’s body emitted a brilliant glow. He pressed on alone under the wrath of nature, enduring the storm’s baptism.

When the storm subsided by evening, the sky cleared, and broken giant trees lay scattered. The water still roared, and the stones rolled, leaving many places turned into vast swamps.

Little Point was drenched and covered in bruises, but he had no fractures and did not bleed, demonstrating the incredible strength of his body. He had endured.

Day after day, Little Point used various natural forces for training, sometimes leaping from cliff edges or provoking massive ferocious beasts for battle.

Every time he returned, bruised and battered, he would consume the golden liquid from the medicine cauldron. His physique continuously transformed, growing stronger each day, leaving the villagers amazed at his rapid progress.

When Little Point was seven and a half years old, he stopped. After such prolonged training, his physical strength was astonishing, and his willpower was as unyielding as iron.

“Liu Shen, I’ve reached a milestone in my physical training,” Little Point said as he arrived at the village’s edge, looking up at the charred willow tree.

“What results have you achieved?” Liu Shen asked.

Little Point walked to the lakeside and lifted a boulder weighing over a hundred thousand pounds with one hand. The entire lakeshore shook, leaving everyone—children, adults, and even rare beasts—stunned.

Such power, lifting over a hundred thousand pounds with one hand, was truly awe-inspiring and unprecedented.

He then used his other hand to lift the boulder, his body glowing with a layer of light, a sign of achieving the Extreme Realm.

Even Liu Shen fell silent for a moment, not speaking immediately.

“Child, put it down before you hurt yourself,” the villagers shouted.

The boulder, usually used for drying meat and animal skins, seemed colossal now, but it was effortlessly held by Little Point, leaving everyone astonished.

“Shaking it with one arm, a divine strength of eighty thousand pounds. You did very well, far beyond my expectations,” Liu Shen communicated telepathically, clearly surprised.

Not even the strongest young ones of mythical creatures like the Golden-Winged Roc or True Hyena could match this level, making it an incredible feat.

While humanity’s strengths do not typically include such supreme strength, Little Point had reached its limit in this regard, causing Liu Shen to marvel.

This little fellow’s potential was truly vast, even stronger than imagined.

“How did you do it, Little Point?” A group of children surrounded him, pinching his arm in disbelief.

“It’s like lifting a mountain! Little Point, you really did it, lifting it with just one arm. Such strength would terrify the ancient beasts in the mountains. Their young ones could never reach this level.”

The children, both amazed and excited, surrounded Little Point, chattering excitedly.

The adults were equally dumbfounded. It was incredible for just a child to be this powerful.

“Little Point, I have a modest request. Could you bring me a young Suan Ni (a mythical beast) in the future, to guard the village?”

“Go on, that’s a simple request. Just bring me a true pure-blood Pixiu (a mythical beast) instead,” another adult teased.

“Get lost. Is Pixiu inferior to Suan Ni? Both are top-tier beasts, aren’t they?”

The adults joked, encouraging Little Point to remember the village and bring back a genuine ancient beast cub to guard them.

Eventually, people began to disperse.

“Liu Shen, can I start practicing the Primordial True Explanation now?” Little Point asked, looking up. At seven and a half, he had grown significantly but still looked young, with bright, clear eyes.

“Yes,” Liu Shen confirmed.

Little Point’s physical strength had surpassed expectations, and his willpower was also remarkable. After a year and a half of relentless training, he had become unwavering, enduring the harshest conditions.

“But what exactly is the Primordial True Explanation?” Little Point asked, holding a luminous bone fragment, eager for guidance.

“Study it carefully yourself. The path is forged step by step by oneself. This bone book is monumental and should not be shown to others casually,” Liu Shen advised.

“Understood,” Little Point nodded earnestly.

From that day on, Little Point became obsessed with studying, reading while sitting, pondering while standing, and frowning even in his sleep, constantly seeking to comprehend and understand this heavenly text.

The white bone fragment was densely covered with characters, detailing the origins of runes, explaining the mysteries of primordial bones, and annotating the strengths and weaknesses of ancient beasts and divine birds.

This bone book starts from the most primitive origins and expounds on the mysteries of heaven and earth. It covers an extensive range of topics, encompassing all things, but unfortunately, it does not record any divine arts.

It can be used for cultivation and breakthroughs, making it an invaluable heavenly book and a treasure for all races, though it lacks supreme divine arts.

Little Point became obsessed with it, even spitting blood several times. Although he was much stronger than the old clan leader, he was also injured multiple times due to the terrifying content in the bone book.

To explain runes from their primal origins, the book even includes battle examples. One such example shows a confrontation between the Qing Tian Peng (Azure Sky Roc) and a deity. The illustration is clear and vivid, with a sense of fierce, overwhelming bloodshed, as if it had crossed ancient times to vividly recreate that battle.

This is just one illustration. There are many others, not involving divine arts but focusing on the operation of runes, with dozens of detailed battle examples engraved on the luminous bone fragment.