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As soon as these words were spoken, the arguing immediately subsided, and many people fell silent. It was a fact that it was still uncertain whether the little one would survive.

"In my opinion, we should abandon the Supreme Bone to uphold the clan rules and kill both that mother and son!" said the most hot-tempered elder.

Upon hearing this, everyone was shocked. The clan had lost a supreme being; were they going to let the one with double pupils also perish?
"Second brother, please calm down. Yi'er is still an ignorant child. This matter has nothing to do with him. He has the potential to become an ancient sage or a god. He will surely look down on all races in the future. He should not be implicated," someone advised.

"An ignorant child? Look at him, how is he any like one! He came back and acted like he was going to die, even slitting his own throat with a knife, saying that if his mother was killed, he would die with her. With such a sin, are you still going to release that wicked woman? Are you going to give in to him?" the old man said coldly, his whole body shining brightly, like a sky full of stars, flowing with terrifying energy.

"Let's put aside the matter of how to deal with the wicked woman for now and decide on it later. Let's discuss the Supreme Bone first."

Many people in the hall remained silent. Now that things had come to this, they could not tolerate the fact that both children had been crippled; the strongest bloodline had to continue.

"The Supreme Bone has been implanted into Yi'er's body. What is the result now?" Just then, the oldest man, who had not left his cave for thirty years, suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were like two golden suns, bursting with intense light and rumbling, which was extremely awe-inspiring.

The crowd immediately fell silent and stopped arguing.

“It has already merged with Yi’er, nourished by his flesh and blood, and they are inseparable. The result is astonishing, as if it was born inside him.” The fifth brother said.

Everyone was shaken and deeply moved. They had actually succeeded! If someone with double pupils were to also possess the Supreme Bone, what heights would they reach in the future? The achievements were simply unimaginable!
“Let’s discuss this in a few days. Let’s stop here for today,” another elderly man said. He was also of a high generation and hadn’t shown his face for twenty or thirty years.

Everyone nodded. The fourth brother, who was like a golden lion, and the old man with the most fiery temper looked at each other in silence. They knew that the clan would not allow the Supreme One to perish or the Double-Pupil One to die.

Several days later, news came that the Supreme Bone was intact within Shi Yi's body, enveloped by a powerful life force, essentially fused into one.

"Damn it!" the fourth brother growled. He knew there was no way to turn the tide, and the implications were obvious. Holding the weak little one in his arms, he felt terrible.

The little one's breath was weak, and his eyes were dull and lifeless. Although he was nourished by the essence of the clan's experts, he could not recover. Everyone sighed inwardly.

His clansmen searched for many miraculous medicines, but none of them worked, and he could not recover. His little face grew paler and paler, he coughed constantly, often shivered, and felt cold all over.

Two weeks later, his condition worsened. His big eyes lost all their luster, and he became sickly, as if he might die at any moment.

Moreover, every midnight, the little one's bones would crackle, his entire small body would shrink, he would lose all his energy and spirit, and his whole being would undergo severe degeneration.

Although he was only eight or nine months old, his body had undergone drastic changes due to severe damage, making him appear several months smaller, and his health was deteriorating day by day.

"Are you...my fourth great-grandfather?" The little boy lay on his small bed, opened his lifeless big eyes, and asked weakly.

He continued to degenerate, as if there was a bottomless pit inside his body that devoured his blood essence and dissolved his bones. He looked like he was only a few months old, and he no longer had the intelligence he once possessed. He could hardly recognize the people around him anymore.

The old man felt sorry for him and kept patting him gently to lull him to sleep.

"Why can't I remember the people around me anymore? It's getting more and more blurry..." The little one tried hard to recall, but his eyes became more and more confused.

He was clearly a bright and lively child, but now he has become like this, which makes many servants feel heartbroken and unable to bear to look at him.

A few days later, he could barely speak, and his big eyes had lost all their light. Looking at the little girl standing by the bedside, weeping, he asked in confusion, "Miss, who are you?"

The pretty little girl wiped away her tears and whispered, "I'm Aman, young master, why don't you remember me?"

"Ah Man, this sounds familiar, but I can't remember it." The little one tried hard to recall, her big eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, having lost their former liveliness.

The little girl cried, covering her mouth to avoid being heard, tears streaming down her face. Finally, she whispered, "I heard the Fourth Patriarch say to himself, 'You are the supreme one, no one can compare to you,' but you were harmed by someone."

"I am the Supreme..." the little one murmured.

"Yes, you are the Supreme One, the born Supreme One! Little one, you must get better!" the little girl cried.

"I will, I am the Supreme One, I will be alright," the little one whispered.

"Oh, I remember now, you're Sister Aman. You've told me so many stories, and you even said you'd take me to see the red-feathered cranes. You're so kind to me!" The little boy suddenly remembered who the little girl was.

"Yes, young master, you must remember that you are the supreme one, and don't forget that I am Aman. Everything will be alright," the little girl cried as she gave her instructions.

"Hmm!" The little one nodded vigorously, then seemed to remember something and said, "I think I have some memories again. There were some older brothers and sisters, why didn't they come?"

“The other servants’ children can’t come here, Young Master Shi Bin… they’ve all gone to cultivate.” The little girl forced a smile.

Looking at Sister Aman from his memories, Shi Hao felt a surge of warmth in his heart. After all, there were still people in the Martial King's Mansion who were genuinely good to him.

Then he became worried about Sister Aman, because he knew very well that she might not have had a good time in the Prince Wu's mansion all these years because of him.

Now that Shi Hao has grown up, he can naturally distinguish between goodwill and malice, and he can also tell what those people in the Martial King's Mansion will do in the future from the actions of those people in his memories.

This appears to be a conflict and opposition between myself and Shi Yi, but in reality, it has escalated into a conflict between Shi Yi's lineage and my own.

Those elders of Shi Yi, for the enormous benefits that Shi Yi's growth would bring, and for Shi Yi's potential to become the Stone Emperor, chose to abandon themselves, and even suppress their own lineage that had conflicts with them. They were entirely capable of doing such a thing.

At this point, Shi Hao is somewhat different from the original character; he grew up alongside Shi Ziling and Qin Yining.

Having already suffered the pain of having his bones dug out as a child, how could his parents bear to see him suffer in the future?

Therefore, he was told a lot about the wickedness of people outside.

The scenes in his memory continued to replay. In recent days, the other children in the clan had gradually come less and less, until they stopped appearing altogether. And his former uncles and aunts were almost nowhere to be seen either; they no longer came to take care of him.

Shi Hao knew that many people in the Wu King's mansion had already seen the situation clearly. Such a big thing had happened in the mansion, and the Wu King had not shown up from beginning to end, which meant that the other party had tacitly accepted the matter and abandoned him.

The others clearly realized this as well, knowing that if they got any closer to him, they would be implicated and suppressed by the elders of Shi Yi's faction.

Shi Yi not only has double pupils, but now he also has a supreme bone, making him a future supreme being. The status of Shi Yi's lineage naturally rises accordingly, and no one dares to provoke him.

The little one grew weaker day by day and was no longer the clever, dazzling child who was destined to rise to become the strongest.

No one in the clan said anything, not in such a shallow way, but they interacted less and seemed even more indifferent. However, such a young child did not understand these things.

Finally, the little one grew weaker and weaker, degenerating to an extremely serious degree, to the point that even Ah Man and Fourth Grandfather could not recognize him.

"Young Master, you must remember, you are the Supreme One, and don't forget me either, I am Aman." The pretty little girl stood by the bed, still crying, her big eyes red and swollen.

But the little one could no longer speak; he didn't know how to start talking.

A month later, Shi Ziling returned, but he couldn't find the Thirteenth Prince. Upon entering the mansion, he immediately sensed something was wrong; the atmosphere was strange. "Where is Hao'er?!" he demanded.

When the couple saw the little one, they were shocked and trembled. Was this still a child of about ten months old? Why was he so weak and so thin? His eyes had no light at all. Where had the liveliness and intelligence he once had gone?
When the frail little one saw the couple, he instinctively opened his little arms and laughed carefree, as if he felt a sense of kinship and warmth and wanted them to hold him.

Standing beside them, Shi Hao looked at Shi Ziling and his wife with tears in his eyes and said:

"Father, Mother!"

Seeing Shi Ziling's seemingly frantic state, I felt no fear, but rather my father's love, heartache, and anger!
"Hao'er!"

Shi Ziling roared, his eyes almost bleeding. His father was missing and his young son had been kidnapped; he was filled with rage.

"My child, what's wrong with you?"

The little boy's mother nearly fainted, but she scooped him up and held him tightly in her arms.

"Ziling, I'm so sorry to you two. I didn't take good care of Hao'er. I shouldn't have let others feed him. You should punish this old man!"

The old man, who looked like a golden lion, said in a pained voice.

"what happened?!"

When Shi Ziling learned the truth, he was filled with rage. His black hair stood on end, and he wielded a golden spear. His body was covered in runes, and his battle aura was boiling. With a loud bang, he shattered a palace with a single spear thrust and charged straight towards the residence of Shi Yi's branch of the family.

"Eleventh Brother, please calm down. Let's talk this out. We will give you an explanation!"

A group of people heard the commotion and rushed over.

The so-called eleventh in line does not mean having ten older brothers, but rather that one is ranked eleventh in this generation within the clan. This ranking is simply to appear closer and promote family cohesion.

"roll!"

Shi Ziling's eyes widened, and with a sweep of his golden spear, runes filled the sky, like a surging ocean, angrily striking the heavens.

With a loud bang, the group of people were all sent flying, coughing up blood. They couldn't stop it at all, and the protective patterns on their bodies exploded.

Shi Ziling, like a golden war god, bathed in raging golden divine flames, strode forward, spear in hand, his eyes gleaming with divine light, his voice icy cold, and said:
"Anyone who dares to block my way, I will kill, no matter who they are or what their background is!"

"Eleventh Brother, don't be impulsive!"

A young man spoke up and blocked their way.

"Impulsive? Hahaha..."

Shi Ziling laughed wildly, his eyes icy cold, and shouted:
"You're Yi'er's uncle, aren't you? You think we're the only ones who can take advantage of our lineage? Get out!"

He thrust his golden spear forward, its divine light and endless runes forming countless luminous spears that emitted a surging mist of light as they flew forward.

"puff!"

The young man opposite him made a move, but he couldn't stop it at all. His weapon broke, his treasure shattered, and then a golden spear pierced his chest, sending him flying into the distance.

With a loud thud, he was pinned to the gate tower of a massive palace, coughing up blood. His eyes were filled with horror; the gap between them was too vast.

“Ziling, don’t do anything rash. You can deal with the wicked woman, but Yi’er is still a child. You can’t kill him.”

A group of elderly people appeared.

"Get out of here, all of you! Where were you when my son was suffering? If she broke one of my son's bones, I'll break a hundred of hers!"

Shi Ziling roared, tears welling in his eyes.

Returning to his clan and seeing his once lovely and intelligent son transformed into that state, his heart ached and bled.

"boom!"

With a swift stroke of his golden spear, Shi Ziling unleashed a breathtaking technique, as if all the gods were chanting in unison, the resounding incantations deafeningly loud.

The elderly men who were blocking their way were all thrown back by the force of the impact, coughing up blood in horror.

Shi Ziling felt his heart breaking at the thought of his son. The little guy was so pitiful. He was originally a supreme being, but his bones were taken away by someone. He wept as he prepared to go on a killing spree.

Watching his father, Shi Ziling, display his might in the Wu King's Mansion, Shi Hao, despite the painful memories of the past, felt that his father was his hero and his greatest support as he looked at his father's unparalleled power!

"A peerless martial prowess!"

Admiration and worry flashed through Shi Hao's mind. He knew clearly that his father would be alright, having caused a scene at the Wu Wang Mansion and then taken him to Shi Village.

However, I also heard from Uncle Lin Hu that when my father and mother first arrived in Shi Village, they had many injuries, obviously after being chased and killed before they finally found Shi Village. This shows how dangerous the journey was!

A burst of blazing light appeared as an old man unleashed a string of bone beads, each as large as a goose egg, radiating a crystalline, precious light, like a swarm of stars flying in from beyond the realm, their energy fluctuations terrifying.

They formed a star map, with patterns spreading out like a galaxy falling down, exuding a majestic aura that immediately enveloped Shi Ziling below.

"Open it for me!"

Shi Ziling roared, his black hair whipping wildly. He swung his spear, unleashing a torrent of golden light that shook the heavens. His eyes were bulging, tears of blood streaming down his face. The suffering of the child had broken his heart; now, anyone who stood in his way would be killed!
The magical technique was astonishing, with resounding incantations echoing as if the gods of the heavens were chanting, showering down endless sacred light that enveloped the area, causing the star map in the sky to explode.

"broken!"

Shi Ziling roared, flicked his spear, and unleashed a barrage of primordial runes that surged forward, engulfing everything in front of him in golden light.

With a cracking sound, the string of snow-white bone beads shattered one by one, and the powerful runic energy dissipated, transforming into a vast ocean of divine light that spread in all directions.

Many palaces immediately flew up, like fallen leaves, insignificant in the face of such turmoil, and then shattered in the sky, turning into dust.

This string of bone beads was a rare and powerful treasure, but it was shattered by the spear, turning into divine essence and dissipating into the world, which saddened many of the clan elders.

The Stone Clan, as royalty and nobles, were powerful, but even they wouldn't squander their rare treasures so carelessly. Blood trickled from the old man's mouth, his body trembled violently, several bones broke, and he was sent flying, crashing into a massive palace, causing it to shatter and fill with dust. (End of Chapter)