"A white bone cauldron?" Shi Hao was astonished. He hadn't expected such a transformation, but regretfully, it was too late to say anything—the cauldron had already disappeared.
The ancestral artifact of the Shi Clan was truly mysterious, its extraordinary nature surpassing everyone's expectations.
"What to do, only three deities remain. How to confront them, how can this great threat be resolved?" Shi Hao talked to himself, unable to come up with a solution; he may have to face them with his True Body after all.
"If you go, you'll be walking into death," the hairy ball said, baring its teeth while speaking. Its body was full of wounds, its lower half gone, its golden fur dull.
Fortunately, after taking that drop of Golden Liquid, the Primordial Treasured Bone at its core was healing; all of its spirit and vigor were concentrated there, undergoing treatment.
"Do not rush off recklessly, do not treat your life frivolously," several uncles in the clan also took turns advising him.