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

A deep sigh echoed from the low hills, seemingly spanning countless ages and carrying endless weariness.

This sigh contained a hint of helplessness, a hint of bitterness, and a touch of gentle warmth.

He knew the old man's intentions and understood that he was concerned about him, but how could ordinary medicine cure such an injury?

Those were Dao wounds left from the battle with the Immortal King, deep in the bone marrow and eroding the soul. Even the most rare and miraculous medicines could not be effective in a short time.

Moreover, the Stone Clan is no longer as glorious as it once was, so where would they find the resources to search for such divine objects?

The old man felt even more sorrowful upon hearing the sigh.

With trembling hands, he carefully took out the pill that Qin Yuan had given him.

The pills were crystal clear, emitting a rich medicinal fragrance, and resembled dazzling stars, shimmering with the brilliance of life.

The aroma of the medicine instantly filled the air, refreshing and invigorating.

Even one of the seven kings, who was in seclusion in the low mountains, felt a slight sense of unease.

He let out a soft "hmm," a ripple of emotion stirring within him.

The method of refining elixirs was so peculiar that it was unlike any he was familiar with.

What surprised him even more was that the ingredients contained in this elixir were ones he had never seen before.

Could it be some kind of divine object newly born in this world?

The old man noticed the king's movements, and a glimmer of hope ignited in his heart.

He asked respectfully, "Your Majesty, will this elixir help your injuries?"

The sigh sounded again, tinged with a faint hope: "It has some effect. This pill is made of a peculiar material, containing some kind of longevity substance. If one had a hundred of these, perhaps some injuries could be healed. Unfortunately..."

He carried a hint of melancholy.

In his view, obtaining even one of these divine pills was already a stroke of luck, so how could he possibly ask for more?

But the next moment, he was completely stunned.

Suddenly, hundreds of pills appeared in Qin Yuan's hand, exactly the same as the previous one, emitting the same radiance and the same medicinal fragrance.

This sudden sight shocked him, as if he had witnessed a miracle.

Seeing this, Qin Yuan laughed heartily and said, "Ancestor, there's no need to worry. I have as many pills as I need, and I'll just get more if I need more."

To him, these pills were indeed not particularly valuable.

He had personally witnessed Yunshang refining pills; her effortless technique made the pills flow out like water.

Therefore, in his view, these pills were not rare treasures; at worst, he could just have Yunshang refine some more later.

Upon hearing this, the king of the low mountains fell silent for a moment.

He hadn't expected Qin Yuan to produce such a large quantity of pills; such generosity was truly astonishing.

After a brief silence, a beam of divine light shot out from the low mountain, instantly sweeping away hundreds of pills.

Immediately, an old and dignified voice rang out again: "Thank you, child. I will remember this kindness."

As soon as he finished speaking, a vast and powerful force erupted from the low mountain like a volcanic eruption.

In an instant, divine light surged forth, and a terrifying aura swept across the heavens and earth, as if it would tear this space apart.

The entire primordial imperial city resonated at this moment, and a powerful force gathered between heaven and earth, divine light soared into the sky, shaking the universe.

The old man trembled with excitement upon seeing this scene.

That is the power of the king!

The king is reviving!

How long has it been since he last saw Wang make a move?

Since Wang was seriously injured, he has been living in seclusion here, motionless, and this is the only way to alleviate the worsening of his injuries.

Now that the king's power has reappeared, how could he not be extremely excited?

Before long, a towering figure slowly emerged from the low hill.

Although the figure was not very tall, it gave people a sense of awe and reverence, as if it stood tall and could support the entire sky.

The newcomer wore tattered armor stained with mottled bloodstains that looked as if they had just been applied, radiating a faint golden light and exuding a divine aura.

Among these bloodstains were his own, but most of them belonged to his enemies.

Upon seeing the king appear, the old man instantly knelt on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably, and cried out, "Your Majesty! You have finally..."

The king looked at the old man with eyes full of concern and warmth.

He turned to Qin Yuan and said sincerely, "Child, thank you."

This gratitude comes from the bottom of my heart.

If it weren't for Qin Yuan's pills, he probably wouldn't be able to move right now, and would only be sitting there suppressing his injuries, let alone having his power restored and his might overpowering the heavens and earth like he does now.

He gazed at Qin Yuan and asked, "Child, are you my bloodline descendant?"

Qin Yuan was also extremely excited.

He never expected that the one who survived among the seven kings would be the Stone King, who was related to him by blood.

Although it would be significant for him which of the Seven Kings survived, it would naturally be better if they were closer to his own bloodline.

He took a deep breath and replied respectfully, "This junior comes from the Lower Realm Stone Village, and should be from the lineage that was sent away many years ago."

Stone King nodded with satisfaction and sighed, "It's quite impressive that you've grown to this level. Even back then, I might not have had your combat power at the same level."

"The appearance of a Celestial King... I never expected that another peerless genius would appear in my Stone Clan."

His smile at that moment was genuine, filled with satisfaction and pride.

He turned to the old man and said with concern, "You've worked hard all these years."

As soon as he finished speaking, a divine light flew out from the Stone King and merged into the old man's body.

The old man let out a low roar, and the black mist swirling around the severed arm instantly dissipated, the power of the curse completely collapsing.

At the severed arm, flesh and blood began to wriggle, and a new arm gradually grew.

The old man looked at his newly grown arm and was so moved that tears welled up in his eyes.

He clasped his hands in a fist salute to the Stone King and said, choking back tears, "Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Stone King waved his hand and said, "There's no need for such formalities between us. Now that our clan is in decline, we need to join hands to overcome this difficult time."

Qin Yuan watched this scene quietly from the side, his heart filled with admiration and emotion.

The predicament facing the Stone Clan is far more severe than he imagined.

As long as powerful figures like the Stone King and the old man are around, the Stone Clan will surely be able to regain its former glory.

Just then, a series of urgent bell tolls echoed throughout the ancient city, shattering the tranquility.

The sound of the bell was like a thunderclap, instantly putting everyone in the city on edge.

This is an alarm signaling an enemy attack!

The people in the city immediately sprang into action, heading to their respective posts in an orderly fashion.

Even the children who had been hiding under the eaves, looking pale and thin, rushed to various parts of the city wall, their young faces filled with determination.

The Stone King did not move; he simply stood quietly in place, letting everyone do as they pleased.