Primordial Era: At the beginning, the Desolate Heavenly Emperor invited me to drink beast milk, and

Deep within the chaos, the figure of the woman with double pupils gradually solidified.

She recalled the scene when she first became aware of Qin Yuan's presence, and the shock she felt at that moment is still unforgettable.

As an ancient being with double pupils, she naturally turned her attention to this exceptionally talented junior immediately.

But when she actually got close to Qin Yuan and saw the sword mark on Qingping, all her thoughts vanished.

The power contained in that sword mark far exceeded her imagination.

How could she possibly contend with such an existence?

Rather than humiliating themselves, they should settle for second best and choose Ishihara, a junior who also has potential.

Ishihara stood on the edge of chaos, listening to the explanation from the woman with double pupils.

He was not dissatisfied because he was the second choice; on the contrary, he listened more attentively to the teachings of the woman with double pupils.

The woman with double pupils gently stroked Ishihara's forehead and spoke slowly.

"In the past thousand years, there has never been a single person with double pupils who can be compared to Qin Yuan."

Ishihara nodded in response: "I understand, senpai."

The woman with double pupils continued, "His existence is destined to be special. That sword mark is the best proof."

These words were less a praise of Qin Yuan and more a reminder to Ishihara.

She didn't want Ishihara to focus all his energy on catching up with Qin Yuan, as that would only plunge him into endless frustration and despair.

Everyone has their own path, and you can't force them to follow it.

Ishihara seemed to understand the double-pupiled woman's good intentions and spoke solemnly.

"Don't worry, senior, I will forge my own path."

The woman with double pupils nodded with satisfaction: "That's good. Remember, there's more than one path to having double pupils; finding the one that suits you best is the most important."

Ishihara said no more, but kept those words firmly in his heart.

When he meets Qin Yuan again, he will definitely appear in a completely new way.

The eight realms below were peaceful and harmonious.

Since Qin Yuan displayed his astonishing strength, all forces have quieted down.

Those once high and mighty immortal families no longer dared to act recklessly.

Outside the Wen Dao Pavilion, a steady stream of messengers arrived, bringing various rare resources to redeem the trapped Venerable One.

They dared not haggle in the slightest, for fear of offending this young and powerful man.

Boxes of spiritual medicines, magical artifacts, and cultivation manuals were neatly arranged in the square.

Qin Yuan stood in front of the Dao Asking Pavilion, looking at the mountains of resources, without any hint of pride on his face.

These things were not important to him, but they were crucial to Shi Hao and Shi Qingfeng's cultivation.

He categorized the resources and selected those that were most suitable for the two of them.

Under his careful guidance, Shi Hao's cultivation level improved by leaps and bounds.

After several days of seclusion, he finally broke through the Inscription Realm and successfully advanced to the Array King.

When Shi Hao walked out of the cultivation room, his entire demeanor had been completely transformed.

Just then, a commotion suddenly broke out outside the Asking Pavilion.

A burly middle-aged man descended from the sky, exuding a powerful aura of a demon god.

It was none other than the Great Demon God of the Stone Clan, Shi Zhongtian.

The moment Shi Hao saw the person who had arrived, his body trembled slightly.

This was his biological grandfather, but for various reasons, they had never met.

Shi Zhongtian landed on the square and walked heavily toward Shi Hao.

Shi Hao could no longer control himself and lunged forward.

The grandfather and grandson embraced tightly, and years of longing erupted at this moment.

As his excitement gradually subsided, Shi Hao noticed the emptiness in Shi Zhongtian's right arm.

What should have been a strong arm is now just a broken stump.

Shi Zhongtian noticed Shi Hao's gaze and subconsciously turned his right side to the back.

But Shi Hao understood that this was the price his grandfather had paid to find the blood that would help him temper his body.

Shi Hao stood still, turning his gaze to Qin Yuan.

He knew that his elder brother was incredibly powerful and possessed many treasures that were rare to ordinary people.

Perhaps, Brother Yuan can help Grandpa recover his severed arm.

Qin Yuan felt a little uncomfortable under Shi Hao's gaze, and he knew what Shi Hao was thinking, of course.

He took out a jade bottle from his bosom, inside which was a golden pill.

This was a regeneration pill he had prepared long ago, specifically for repairing severed limbs.

Before Shi Zhongtian could speak, Qin Yuan had already used his magic power to put the pill into Shi Zhongtian's mouth.

This forceful approach means not giving the other party a chance to refuse.

Just as Shi Zhongtian was about to say something, he felt a strange sensation coming from the severed arm.

It started to itch there, as if countless tiny insects were crawling inside.

He looked down and saw that the severed arm was growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

First the bones extend, then the meridians and blood vessels intertwine, and finally the skin and flesh cover them.

The whole process was smooth and quick, taking only a short while.

Shi Zhongtian moved his newly grown right arm in disbelief.

"This...how is this possible?"

Qin Yuan explained, "This is the Primordial Regeneration Pill, which can not only regenerate severed limbs, but also repair internal injuries."

Shi Zhongtian carefully examined his right arm and found that it was exactly the same as his original arm, even the strength of the muscles was exactly the same.

Moreover, the hidden injuries he had accumulated over the years were gradually repaired under the effect of the elixir.

A powerful force surged within him, and Shi Zhongtian felt as if he had returned to his youth.

The demonic bloodline within him was fully activated, and his cultivation level rose steadily.

Shi Hao stared at all of this in disbelief.

His grandfather not only recovered his severed arm, but his overall aura also improved rapidly.

The air was filled with a powerful demonic pressure, making it almost impossible to breathe.

Suddenly, a deafening roar echoed through the sky.

Shi Zhongtian was enveloped in a dazzling light, and a whole new realm was beckoning to him.

After years of suppression, he was finally released at this moment and broke through to the Venerable Realm.

Shi Zhongtian took a deep breath and slowly calmed the surging power within him.

"I never thought I would have this day. Young friend Qin, I will never forget this kindness."

"You flatter me, senior. You are Shi Hao's family, and naturally you are mine as well."

Looking at his grandfather, who looked completely transformed, Shi Hao asked excitedly, "Grandpa, how are you feeling now?"

Shi Zhongtian clenched his fist: "I've never felt so good. Years of hidden dangers have been swept away. This feeling is even better than being reborn."

Shi Zhongtian remained silent for a moment, seemingly considering how to begin.

"Hao'er, your parents came all the way from the Undying Mountain to see you after they found out you were still alive. They're outside. Do you... want to see them?"

In fact, he knew best what kind of person his good-for-nothing son, Shi Ziling, was.

After abandoning young Shi Hao in Xiaohe Village, he never returned to see him again.

In recent years, Shi Ziling and his wife have not been imprisoned by the Undying Mountain as rumored.

On the contrary, they lived a carefree life on the Immortal Mountain.

She also had a younger son, whom she named Qin Hao, ostensibly to commemorate her eldest son.

To Shi Zhongtian, the name sounded utterly ironic.

What chilled Shi Zhongtian even more was that, despite being trapped in the desolate land for so many years, his son had never sent anyone to inquire about his whereabouts.