Sweeping across the heavens, starting with the first emperor of the ancient times.

Jiang Hao had seen the strange light in the beautiful woman's eyes far too many times.

This is the look in the eyes of a supreme being in the forbidden zone when hunting, especially towards those who covet others' treasures.

A sense of unease welled up in Jiang Hao's heart; he couldn't possibly want...

Sure enough, the scene shifts again, and the baby is placed on a stone platform. He stares at his surroundings with wide eyes, unaware of what is happening.

The beautiful woman held a jade knife in her hand, the blade as thin as a cicada's wing, gleaming coldly under the light. She aimed the tip at the baby's chest and plunged it in, causing blood to splatter everywhere.

The baby cried loudly in pain, kicking its little hands and feet wildly, pitifully uttering:

"Auntie, I'm in so much pain, and I'm so cold..."

His voice was soft and sweet, with the unique babyish tone of a child.

The little boy didn't know why he was placed here.

He didn't know why the old woman was pointing a knife at him; he just felt pain, felt cold, and wanted someone to hug him.

He wanted the old lady to hug him.

He thought he had done something wrong and that the old lady was punishing him.

The little boy had no idea that his aunt was digging out his supreme bone, wanting him dead!

The beautiful woman did not stop, and the child with double pupils watched from the side without making any comment.

The beautiful woman's knife cut open the baby's chest, and blood gushed out, staining the swaddling clothes red.

The blade plunged deep, tearing through tender flesh and blood vessels, forcefully ripping the warm, glowing supreme bone out of the chest cavity.

Blood gushed out, staining the swaddling clothes red and flowing across the cold stone platform.

The baby's face turned deathly pale instantly, its cries weakened, and it murmured unconsciously:

"Auntie... I'm cold... so cold..."

His large eyes were lifeless, his vitality rapidly fading, like a small flower about to wither.

A hideous bloody hole was left in his chest, flesh torn and twisted, his supreme bone was taken away, his Dao foundation collapsed, and he quickly withered away, barely clinging to life, with only a faint breath remaining.

The beautiful woman didn't even glance at the baby; her gaze was fixed intently on the Supreme Bone in her hand.

The bone was dug out; it was bloody and still glowing.

The beautiful woman placed it in a brocade box, a smile playing on her lips.

The child with double pupils stood to the side, watching everything with an expressionless face.

He neither stopped it nor comforted his cousin.

He just watched, watching his cousin have his bones dug out.

The beautiful woman wiped the blood from her hands, turned to the child with double pupils and said, "My son, when this bone is transplanted into you, with double pupils and the supreme bone, my son will be invincible in the world."

Seeing this, Jiang Hao's eyes were filled with murderous intent. This mother and son were simply beasts!

The beautiful woman was the baby's aunt, and the child with double pupils was the baby's cousin.

They are a family, relatives connected by blood.

But what did the mother and son do?

The baby is just over one year old, doesn't understand anything, and can't even speak properly.

His aunt, in order to seize his supreme bone, personally dug out his bones.

His cousin clearly saw it, but did not stop it or even say a word.

In Jiang Hao's eyes, both of them were beasts.

That beautiful woman is a beast; she would even harm her nephew for the sake of treasure.

That child with double pupils was also a beast, even more disgusting than the beautiful woman in Jiang Hao's eyes.

Because he is the source of chaos.

It was the child with double pupils who told his mother that the Chaotic Ancient Heavenly Emperor had a supreme bone inside him, which led to the events that followed. He was the one who caused all of this.

Although the child with double pupils is only three or four years old, double pupils are not ordinary eyes; they are a sacred existence that can see through all things and understand people's hearts.

Such genius cannot be measured by common sense. A three-year-old with double pupils knows and understands more than an ordinary teenager.

He knew what he was doing, and he knew what the consequences would be.

But he still spoke out, and he did nothing while his mother was digging out his bones—neither stopping her nor comforting his cousin, who was on the verge of death afterward.

He didn't care at all, which shows that this guy is a cold-blooded person.

Don't say he's a child and can't be stopped. Geniuses with double pupils have a different voice than ordinary people, even in front of their own parents.

And even if you can't stop it, you still have to do what you're supposed to do!

But what about him? He did nothing!

Jiang Hao wished he could rush into the frame and tear the mother and child to pieces.

He took a deep breath and suppressed his anger.

Jiang Hao suddenly remembered something: the Chaotic Ancient Heavenly Emperor later became so powerful that he suppressed everything.

And that child with double pupils actually grew up and became a Celestial King, leaving behind a legacy.

Jiang Hao didn't understand why the Chaotic Ancient Heavenly Emperor hadn't killed him.

With such a deep-seated hatred, the mother and child had no intention of letting the baby live, even after the baby's bones were dug out.

Jiang Hao shook his head. If it were him, the mother and child would have to die.

No matter the blood relation or kinship, from the moment the knife falls, they are no longer family.

If others are trying to kill you, would you still be soft-hearted?

The scene then changes.

The baby was not dead; it appeared in the wilderness, with rough strips of cloth wrapped around its chest, and blood was still seeping out.

An old man passing by found him and carried him back to a small village in the wilderness.

The village is very small, with only a few hundred people, nestled in the vast mountains.

At the entrance of the village stands a willow tree, which looks quite ordinary, with its branches drooping down like an old man's beard.

Its trunk was charred black, as if struck by lightning, with only a few tender green leaves hanging on a single branch, swaying gently in the wind.

But upon closer inspection, one will discover that this willow tree exudes a peculiar aura, unlike ordinary spiritual energy.

It is something older and more profound.

"Um?"

Jiang Hao looked at the willow tree in the picture and instantly felt a sense of familiarity.

On the mural on the planet Dilan, the mysterious powerhouse is depicted as having a divine kingdom surrounding him, killing people with willow branches.

"Could it be the same person?"

Jiang Hao was startled, feeling that it was very likely the same person.

It is related to the Chaotic Ancient Heavenly Emperor and is a similar powerful figure, so it is highly likely that it is.

"It seems that the Chaotic Ancient Heavenly Emperor was quite lucky to encounter such a powerful figure after his bones were dug out. Perhaps this is why he did not die even after his Supreme Bone was dug out."

The baby was taken back to Shicun Village, where the village elders gathered around, all cursing the heartless bastard for not even sparing a baby.

The villagers began to take good care of the little guy.

The willow branches twitched slightly, and a tender leaf drifted down, landing on the wound on the baby's chest.

The leaf was so small that it was almost invisible, but the moment it fell, the wound stopped bleeding.

Jiang Hao looked at the leaf and felt a warmth in his heart. This willow tree was indeed saving the Chaotic Ancient Heavenly Emperor.

With the help of the villagers and the willow tree, the baby survived.

He learned to walk, to talk, to climb trees, to raid bird nests, and to fight with his friends.

Every day he would run to the willow tree, hug the trunk and climb up, the willow branches gently brushing against his face as if caressing him.

When the little guy cries, willow leaves fall on his head, as if to comfort him.

Jiang Hao looked at the barefoot child running around the village and suddenly felt a pang of emotion.

As a child, the Chaotic Ancient Emperor lost everything, yet gained everything in return.

The aunt who dug out his bones, the indifferent cousin, and the cold, impersonal hall were all far removed from him.

But he got something better: a group of villagers who loved him and treated him like family. That was more important than anything else.

"Perhaps, this is fate!"

When the Chaotic Ancient Heavenly Emperor was a child, he had a hobby, a special hobby.

That means they love drinking animal milk, and even when they are six or seven years old, they always have animal milk with them.

He was always delighted and satisfied when he drank animal milk.