Here, runes were densely woven, Dao patterns manifested, exuding terrifying fluctuations. An ancient portal, constructed from runes, led to an unknown realm.
Little Dao Ling stared with his jet-black eyes, scanning the surroundings curiously. The family of three entered the portal and arrived in an unfamiliar world.
This was a vast ancient land, its martial dao aura domineering beyond compare, as if intending to rule the world, filled everywhere with a dignity that brooked no亵渎 (profanity).
In a palace decorated splendidly, guards of powerful aura stood at the gate.
An elderly man with a dignified expression sat at the head of the palace. Seeing the token they presented, he sighed: "I still remember when I nearly died. Thanks to the Dao Clan's rescue. State your business—I'll help if I can."
Dao Xiaotian spoke with respect: "My son has a constitutional problem, and I hope you can examine him."
Dao Ling's mother was extremely nervous. This elder had profound attainments in alchemy; if even he was helpless, matters would be troublesome.
Wu Wangdong frowned slightly, disliking that they were using this precious favor, for countless people across the Mysterious Domain begged him to refine pills.
However, Wu Wangdong could not refuse. He approached, picked up the child, and a磅礴 (vast) sea of soul波动 (waves) surged into the child's body to探查 (investigate) his constitution.
This soul force was all-penetrating and immense, like a divine sea. Threads of it pierced Dao Ling's muscles, faintly detecting ancient fluctuations that startled Wu Wangdong.
"Indeed strange. Why does a child have ancient aura in his body?"
His eyes flickered. The soul波动 (waves) suddenly increased severalfold. He activated a soul secret technique, following the ancient aura to trace its origin.
Deep within Little Dao Ling's body, there seemed to be a bottomless black hole. As Wu Wangdong's soul entered, he越发 (increasingly) sensed the constitution's extraordinariness. His soul burned furiously, reaching the depths, where shock filled his eyes.
This was a primitive, ancient,蛮荒 (barbaric) aura, as if he had entered the era of creation, where Dao气韵 (charm) was hazy and heaven-earth万物 (all things) had just formed, slowly reviving while storing energy!
This was the purest origin reviving, like the energy of creation, so terrifying it made him颤栗 (tremble)!
"Infinite potential!" Wu Wangdong's body stiffened. What kind of potential was this? A constitution that could trace back to the most ancient era—if it grew, it would be unstoppable!
This origin was too可怕 (terrible), making him tremble. Moreover, it was of great significance—even in a pig, it could make it a flying divine pig.
"Master Wu, how is it?" Dao Xiaotian asked nervously, seeing him frown in thought.
Wu Wangdong smiled: "The child's body has some issues, but since the Dao Clan saved my life, I will do my best to cure him. Wait here for a moment."
"Thank you, Master Wu." Dao Xiaotian quickly clasped his hands. Always霸道 (domineering) and强硬 (tough), he now bowed and smiled, for this concerned his son's future.
Wu Wangdong carried Dao Ling inside. Dao Ling's mother frowned slightly, feeling something odd—was he walking too hurriedly? And why take the baby away? But she could not ask, lest she anger this alchemy master, who might refuse to "treat" her son.
Little Dao Ling stared, not fearing the strange environment. But upon entering a chamber, he looked at the dark space and asked cleverly: "Grandpa, what are we doing?"
Looking at the child speaking in a milk-soft voice, Wu Wangdong smiled: "It's nothing. It will be over soon."
Soon, another elder entered, his body exuding a terrifying sea-like aura. His eyes shone with divine light as he asked: "Third brother, why did you call me here? And why bring the Cave Heaven Mirror?"
Wu Wangqing was skeptical. The Cave Heaven Mirror was a treasure of the Martial Palace, rarely moved.
It was a pitch-black ancient mirror, incredibly old, passed down from ancient times. A terrifying heaven-penetrating treasure, an ancient至宝 (treasure)!
Wu Wangdong said no more. He activated the treasure, and the mirror surface wreathed in可怕 (terrible) fluctuations, as if projecting light from ancient times. A black beam shone on Dao Ling's body.
The mirror became fearsome. Using this treasure, Wu Wangdong's eyes burst with divine light. He saw a terrifying scene: primitive energy surged within the body, a vast Dao气息 (aura) spreading like a Dao embryo, with先天之气 (innate energy)!
This was terrifying primitive energy. The more Wu Wangdong saw, the more alarmed he became. Its potential was too恐怖 (horrific), for the growth space of this primitive energy was almost unlimited, making his heart quiver.
"Could this be the Primordial Saint Physique rumored in ancient times!" he exclaimed inwardly, his face darkening. If this child grew up, who could oppose him?
The Martial Palace had just born a terrifying descendant who might become the Mysterious Domain's sovereign.
But the emergence of the Primordial Saint Physique made him think coldly: this child must not live, or he would be a scourge.
Soon, Wu Wangdong returned Dao Ling. Learning that his sleep problem could be cured, Dao Xiaotian and his wife were overjoyed.
Wu Wangdong told them to wait, so they stayed in the Martial Palace, and he arranged two twin girls of the same age to accompany Dao Ling.
"Aren't they being too courteous?" Dao Ling's mother frowned, glancing at the two little girls playing with her child. She knew that with Wu Wangdong's status, such courtesy was unnecessary—they were juniors, and his status was untouchable.
"Don't worry," Dao Xiaotian waved his hand. "Wu Wangdong is respected. Besides, the Dao Clan saved his life. He won't harm us, right?"
"I hope so." She nodded, feeling she had overthought—what could they do to a child?
In a council hall, great figures of the Martial Palace were agitated. The recent news shocked them: Wu Wangdong believed the child was accumulating energy and would soon awaken completely, rising unstoppably!
"The Primordial Saint Physique is too ancient. It hasn't appeared for countless years. Only an otherworldly ancient saintess walked out in ancient times, rumored to be extremely可怕 (terrible). Who would have thought the Dao Clan has such a descendant?" an elder whispered.
"The Dao Clan is no longer what it was in ancient times. Are they about to rise?" Someone's face darkened,杀意 (killing intent) stirring.
"This era should belong to our clan's Emperor Child. There should be no second." Wu Wangqing's face was阴冷 (cold), his body releasing恐怖 (horrific) aura, even spitting chaotic qi like a god.
"I agree. The Dao Clan has lost its ancient might, and they don't know about the Primordial Saint Physique yet. Killing a 'waste'—they wouldn't dare say anything."
"Right, and when Third Brother treats him, there can always be an 'accident'." An old woman spoke coldly.
As they议论 (discussed), killing intent filled the air. About an hour later, Wu Wangdong entered with a joyful expression, laughing: "This is heaven's blessing for our Martial Palace, hahaha!"
"Third Brother, what's making you so happy?" Wu Wangqing asked. How could he be happy now?
"I just went to the Scripture Pavilion and found an ancient technique! It can fuse the origin qi in the Primordial Saint Physique into Emperor Child's body. Imagine how powerful Emperor Child will be if successful!"
Wu Wangdong was thrilled, having found an ancient technique with a high success rate.
"What?!" Everyone was shocked, standing up to shout in unison: "Is this true?!"
How terrifying was the Primordial Saint Physique! If the child's origin energy could be extracted and fused with the divine power in Emperor Child's body, no one could imagine how恐怖 (horrific) Emperor Child would become!
Later, Wu Wangdong visited their residence and asked boldly: "Xiaotian, are you two getting used to living here?"
"You're too kind, Master Wu." Dao Xiaotian clasped his hands, then couldn't help asking: "About my son's constitution..."
Wu Wangdong sighed, looking为难 (reluctant): "There is a solution, but..."
"But what?" Dao Xiaotian asked eagerly. "I'll pay any price to cure my son."
"That's not what I mean." Wu Wangdong waved his hand. "It requires Fusing Divine Liquid, a rare item even I can't obtain. It's said to exist only in the Abyss Ancient Mine."
"Abyss Ancient Mine!" Dao Xiaotian drew a cold breath. That was a perilous place where lives were easily lost. After thinking, he said: "Leave this to me. I know a place with this item."
"Wonderful!" Wu Wangdong rejoiced.
Dao Ling's mother was worried. That place was dangerous. That night, Dao Xiaotian rushed to a sealed Abyss Ancient Mine to探查 (investigate).
"Mommy, Daddy's gone..." Little Dao Ling blinked his black eyes, as cute as a porcelain doll, speaking in a milk-soft voice, words still unclear.
His beautiful mother wore a worried look, holding him and waiting in the Martial Palace. A month passed. One rainy night, Dao Xiaotian returned covered in blood. He had encountered a deadly ambush in the mine, nearly dying, but he smiled—he had found the Fusing Divine Stone.
That night, lightning flashed, thunder roared, and rain poured down狂暴 (fiercely). The atmosphere between heaven and earth was oppressive.
In the same chamber, Little Dao Ling clenched his delicate fist, looking at the elder with black eyes and smiling: "Grandpa, are you curing me?"
At the milk-soft words, Wu Wangdong's old face showed no emotion as he said expressionlessly: "Yes, it will be over soon."
Wu Wangqing stepped in quickly, holding a ball of liquid wreathed in holy radiance. Flowing with Dao气韵 (charm), pitch-black and shimmering in the void.
Behind him followed a child, around four or five years old, with prominent features and a divine aura, unique as a god's descendant.
Wu Wangdong smiled at the child: "Child, remember what I taught you?"
The four-five-year-old nodded, eyes shining with divine light, sitting cross-legged motionlessly.
Little Dao Ling stared, feeling this child was different, resonating with his body.
Wu Wangdong's face grew solemn. He祭出 (summoned) the Cave Heaven Mirror, and a可怕 (terrible) black light emerged with his磅礴 (vast) sea of soul波动 (waves), surging forward.
He returned to this world, now more terrifying than a month ago. The Dao气息 (aura) was like the sky, on the verge of awakening.
Wu Wangdong was alarmed. Like a sun burning, he unleashed all his soul energy, threading it into Little Dao Ling's depths. Each thread of soul became a sword, piercing through.
"It hurts, it hurts so much..." Little Dao Ling's body trembled violently, his usually rosy face turning pale.
"Grandpa, it hurts..." he trembled. Blood trickled from his porcelain-like body, staining the stone bed as he rolled.
"Hold him still! Don't let him move!" Wu Wangdong barked. "And don't let him die—his origin will shatter!"
Wu Wangqing nodded, pointing to suppress Dao Ling's area. Watching the child嘶吼 (roar) in pain, his eyes turned冰冷 (icy), regarding him as an ant. Annoyed by the shouting, he sealed the child's mouth with another finger.
Little Dao Ling was terrified, not knowing what they were doing. These people felt dreadful. In his heart, he wailed: "Mommy, I'm scared! Where are you? Come quickly..."
Outside, his mother waited anxiously, clutching her chest and frowning.
Dao Xiaotian, still covered in blood and unchanging clothes, also had an ominous premonition.