"The Golden Bone is no ordinary thing. If you're not fated, you might spend your whole life here without ever seeing it. The last appearance was over two thousand years ago," the old man at the entrance said.
"Could it have spiritual powers and be hiding?" Xiao Budian asked in surprise.
"The Sutra Repository has seen many supernatural events from ancient times until now. Sacred techniques have vanished without a trace, becoming a mystery. And this golden bone is no exception," the old man sighed, feeling regret for the lost divine powers.
Xiao Budian was astonished. Could it be that these bones have spirits and run away on their own? How could such a thing happen?
"These bones have existed for a long time, through the vast ancient eras. It’s not surprising that something extraordinary might occur," the old man said.
"The bone has developed spiritual powers and transformed into a powerful artifact, and then it ran away?" Xiao Budian's eyes widened, feeling that this Sutra Repository was indeed special.
He then asked what was so unique about this golden bone.
The old man shook his head, unsure of its origins. It had only appeared three times, and someone had once deciphered the symbols on it, creating the Golden Spiral Wave Technique.
This made Xiao Budian's eyes even more fervent. He felt that the bone was extraordinary, and if he could fully comprehend it, it might be quite astonishing.
He then calmed himself down. Such things were hard to come by and could not be sought after. Instead of envying and longing for it, he decided to fully understand the bone book in his hands.
The book contained two pieces of pale golden bone, already cracked. Tiny characters were densely written on them. Xiao Budian studied one piece carefully and grasped the Golden Spiral Wave Technique.
After thoroughly understanding the first piece, he began to study the middle section, and with his mastery of the Sky-Peng Technique, his progress was smooth.
With a humming sound, a layer of golden vortex appeared on Xiao Budian’s body, slowly spinning like golden divine feathers shimmering, resembling the rebirth of a great roc.
Moreover, during this process, golden radiance emerged from his body, intertwining on his surface, as if a pair of golden wings were about to form.
Xiao Budian’s eyes widened. This technique was incredibly powerful. For him, it was extremely valuable. The middle section not only strengthened and perfected his protective technique but also seemed to form a pair of golden wings.
"This is indeed a powerful technique," he said with a smile, feeling immense joy and happiness. Perhaps he could use it to fly, soar through the air in combat, and enhance his speed.
This was just the middle section. If he could also comprehend the lower section, it was likely to be even stronger. No wonder it was said that the three sections combined constituted a formidable divine technique, not merely a boast.
In the following half month, Xiao Budian diligently studied and reached the highest level of understanding of the middle section. His body’s golden vortex became dense and difficult to breach.
Furthermore, a pair of faint golden wings could indeed take shape. Xiao Budian used them to glide, and his speed increased.
At this point, he looked forward even more to the lower section and began to delve into it, but another ten days passed. The golden wings became less faint and more solid.
Unfortunately, he still couldn’t fly. Compared to those golden symbols, it was somewhat weak, only allowing for brief glides, but his speed was even faster.
"Ah, how can things in the world be perfect?" Xiao Budian sighed lightly.
Overall, the Golden Spiral Wave Technique was considered mastered. A layer of vortex appeared on his body, each spinning to deflect external attacks, which was quite powerful.
Xiao Budian felt that the lost golden bone was far more formidable. If he could fully comprehend it, it would definitely be an astonishing technique.
He began to merge it with the Sky-Peng Technique, combining the two types of roc techniques. Although this process was challenging, it was not impossible. The silver moon turned pale golden, truly becoming an egg, with a mighty green roc inside.
Eventually, he thoroughly merged the two techniques. The divine egg was on the verge of breaking open, and a fearsome bird with a green-black body and pale golden patterns was lying in wait.
Xiao Budian sat cross-legged, deeply comprehending. He had mastered the roc technique and obtained a complex symbol, with the potential to split the heavens in an instant.
He wished to continue understanding and integrating, making the roc’s technique even stronger, to become a supreme divine art with both offensive and defensive capabilities.
However, at this moment, the people from the Sutra Repository arrived to summon him to participate in the grand event of reviving the spirit.
He had been practicing in the Sutra Repository for two months, and the Sutra Repository had prepared all the divine materials needed to revive the gourd vine that had survived since ancient times.
On the way, the desolation was overwhelming, with not a blade of grass in sight until they neared the forbidden area. There, a dilapidated garden was teeming with lush vegetation and vitality.
This was an ancient household, with several courtyards now collapsed, overgrown with weeds. The gourd vine grew in the backyard.
The piles of rubble, debris, and broken walls all spoke of the desolation, yet in such a place existed an unimaginably terrifying entity.
The backyard was blazing, as if a great fire was consuming it, with terrifying waves of heat that made people tremble.
It was the essence of the sun god, gathered here in brilliant golden light, like a golden crow emerging, filling the area with divine brilliance and fiery flames.
The spirit, on the brink of death, was continuously absorbing the essence of the sun and moon to sustain itself.
One could imagine how powerful it was.
As the group approached, they broke through the golden light curtain and came close to the spirit, seeing its true form. What was seen up close was entirely different from observing from afar. The gourd vine was still there, but it was withered, with yellow leaves and no divine radiance, as if it was about to die.
There were terrifying omens appearing, but they were all on its periphery. At noon, sunlight poured down like golden rivers converging.
These golden rivers all flowed into the ground, falling onto the withered leaves, and were absorbed by it. The vast amount of sunlight essence became an effective supplement for the gourd vine.
But it still did not change much. The vines were dry, the leaves wilted, and it was on the brink of death.
From a distance, it seemed radiant, but up close, it was found to be withered and completely decayed, looking entirely different.
A group of old men stood silently, worshiping here. The glory of the Sutra Repository today was entirely supported by this ancient vine, which had protected from ancient times until now without anyone daring to offend it.
Everyone prayed and then took out various spiritual materials, all aimed at prolonging the plant's life. For example, large quantities of spiritual spring, primitive divine bones, and powders made from grinding together spiritual herbs, etc.
Even the headmaster took out a piece of withered flesh. Although it looked dark, it had a powerful divine energy and was offered before the spirit.
"What is that?" Xiao Budian asked curiously in a low voice.
"Flesh of a deity," Taoye replied.
Xiao Budian was truly horrified and was speechless for a long time.
The fact that even the flesh of a deity was included showed how immense the Sutra Repository's background was and how urgent they were. It also highlighted the spirit’s terrifying and supreme nature.
Another ancestor held an ancient cauldron, pouring out a pile of soil with a blue sheen flowing. It was said to be Blue Spirit Soil, fallen from outside the domain, with a supreme life force.
Lightning flashed, and the ancestor who had previously captured the hairball, Muyan, appeared. He took out a small bottle containing a drop of purple liquid, crackling with a thunderous aura and a terrifying presence.
Some people were astonished. They hadn't expected him to find such a thing.
"Every time the dark clouds gathered, I captured divine lightning, eventually refining it into a life force nurtured amid destruction, through countless rituals. It became a drop of purple liquid."
This was the Thunder Calamity Liquid, reputed to be a liquid of unparalleled spiritual potency, priceless, and incredibly rare.
Now, to save the spirit, the ancestor Muyan took it out, preparing it for sacrifice.
Such a substance was priceless, and a single drop could cause Muyan to undergo a transformation, advancing his power. To obtain this liquid, he must have paid a significant price.
Xiao Budian did not hesitate. He opened his Cosmos Bag and took out four bags of mud and sand. Each beast-skin bag was large and filled to the brim, drawing everyone's attention with anticipation.
When the beast-skin bags were slit open, the mud and sand were revealed, instantly bursting forth with golden light, sweeping over the area like waves, causing everyone to marvel.
This was sand nourished by the Eternal Spring, containing immense divine and life forces. For vegetation, it was a priceless treasure capable of nurturing new life.
"Quick, begin the sacrifice," someone urged.
The headmaster of the Sutra Repository and the ancestor Muyan all took action, each performing spells that transformed the Blue Spirit Soil, the dark divine flesh, the Thunder Calamity Liquid, and other materials into dazzling orbs of light.
They then buried the golden soil underground, replacing the original soil, and infused the brilliant orbs of light into it.
With a thunderous rumble, the entire ancient vine began to tremble, as if awakening from a deep slumber. The withered vine body emitted light, and a mysterious aura spread.
At the same time, a green-skinned gourd emitted mist, hanging on the vine and gently swaying, as grand divine sounds echoed.
In the sky, the sun blazed, with sunlight pouring down fiercely. Golden rivers of light converged and flowed into the spirit’s body.
"How powerful must this be?" Xiao Budian thought, secretly amazed.
The spirit was reviving and improving. The mud and sand Xiao Budian brought, nourished by the Eternal Spring, had a miraculous effect, and the divine materials prepared by the Sutra Repository were also impressive.
"Boom!"
Heaven and earth convulsed, with golden orbs of light exploding in the sky, then transforming into a rain of light that fell on the withered leaves and was fully absorbed.
The spirit was reviving, with an overwhelming wave of life force spreading like an ocean, radiating in all directions, unparalleled.
Xiao Budian was stunned. Was this a deity?
Heaven and earth trembled, with symbols appearing everywhere. In an instant, the life force in the Sutra Repository surged like an ocean, connecting heaven and earth.
In the sky, not only did the essence of the sun turn into golden divine rivers being absorbed, but even the starry rivers from beyond the domain also fell as beams, like waterfalls, manifesting in the daytime.
The starry rivers illuminated the sky.
"With such phenomena occurring, it seems to have survived. What a pity," from afar, unknown thousands of miles away, divine light covered the sky, and a terrifying figure stood in the void like a deity descending, towering in the air.
"From ancient times until now, having lived so long, how long can it hold on before it truly perishes?"
A fearsome bird, immensely terrifying, shrouded in black mist, stretched for unknown thousands of miles. Its eyes, like two blood moons, reflected on the sky, as large as lakes, capable of devouring countless lives without a second thought.
"I don't believe it. It must be holding on. Before it falls, today I will see it clearly," on the other side, also unknown thousands of miles away, a divine being stood on a mountain, its sacred light spreading across the sky and shaking the boundless earth. Many large tribes and giant clans trembled and paid homage to the sacred mountain in this direction.
Exhausted from the continuous eruptions, moving very slowly, so it's late. Since I promised to continue, I'll proceed to write Chapter Three.
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