270: The flawed jade is the king (nine).

The river of green light, formed by the convergence of countless remnant spirits of grass and wood, carrying the final wisp of the Ancestor of Grass and Wood's Primordial Origin, poured entirely into the hollow wound in Wang Yun's chest.

The river of light did not go to repair his Physical Body, which was already like a lamp running out of oil.

They seemed to be drawn by a deeper level of Karma, beginning to swirl, converge, and condense within that hollow area of mangled flesh that once belonged to the Supreme Bone.

At the center of the spiraling river of light, that wisp of emerald Primordial Origin began to pulse rhythmically like a heart.

With every pulse, it sucked in a massive amount of life-force light specks.

Finally, all the light and power condensed into a brand-new organ, emerald green throughout, with profound Dao patterns swirling on its surface.

It looked like a heart, yet it was not a heart.

It fused perfectly with Wang Yun's flesh, Meridians, and even his Soul, replacing his original failing heart and filling the void left by the excavated Supreme Bone.

It became Wang Yun's brand-new Origin.

heart of flora.

At the very moment the "heart of flora" took its final shape, the towering ancient tree that had long been withered let out one last silent sigh.

A Legacy brand that only Wang Yun could perceive pierced through the spatial barrier and struck deep into his unconscious Sea of Consciousness.

It was the entire history of the Grass and Wood Clan, from their birth in Chaos to their eventual tragic extermination.

There was the descent of the Ancient Dark Turmoil, where the Five Domains of this realm and even other realms became a living purgatory.

The Grass and Wood Clan nourished the earth with their Origin, exchanging it for a sliver of hope for all living things.

There were also times when they used their bodies as barriers to protect the creatures of a region.

The images finally froze on a sudden catastrophe.

A giant black hand that blotted out the sky reached out from the depths of an unknown Life Forbidden Zone, carrying endless decay and ominous aura, grabbing toward the main body of the Ancestor of Grass and Wood.

The Ancestor of Grass and Wood led the entire clan in resistance, fighting until the heavens collapsed, the earth shattered, and the sun and moon lost their light.

But in the end, they were still no match.

There were too many forbidden existences; although the Ancestor of Grass and Wood was strong, it was outnumbered.

Ultimately, its main body was torn apart, its clansmen were slaughtered to the last, and its remains were discarded in this nameless world of death, never to rest in peace.

At the end of the Legacy brand was the final obsession of the Ancestor of Grass and Wood.

To find that forbidden existence from the Life Forbidden Zone who initiated this catastrophe and seek justice for the Grass and Wood lineage and all races.

Having done all this, the Ancestor of Grass and Wood's massive, withered trunk could no longer hold up, turning into dust that filled the sky and dissipated within this graveyard it had guarded for countless years.

Only an emerald seed the size of a grain of rice remained, quietly falling into the newly born "heart of flora" and becoming dormant.

Wang Yun woke up from his near-death coma.

He slowly opened his eyes, looking blankly at the grey, desolate sky.

He couldn't feel any pain.

The dull pain in his chest that had plagued him for years and the weakness of coughing up blood every night had all vanished without a trace.

In its place was an unprecedented feeling of being filled with power.

He could clearly feel that within his chest, a warm "heart" that seemed to be breathing slightly was pumping life force like a vast ocean throughout his entire body.

He had survived.

He had gained a new life and also shouldered a new mission.

The majestic life force continued to wash over his body.

The power of the heart of flora was too vast; just the escaping portion of life essence began to spontaneously gather toward the area where the bone had once been excavated.

They washed over the mangled flesh there, nourishing every inch of his Meridians.

Gradually, beside the "heart of flora," a faint, brand-new golden light quietly condensed.

This was the first sign of a new Supreme Bone being nurtured.

It was no longer innate but was reshaped through the nourishment of ten thousand trees and the sacrifice of the Ancestor of Grass and Wood.

Its Foundation was more stable and pure than before.

However, this massive creation of life also alerted another existence.

Within Wang Yun's Sea of Consciousness, the Mysterious small tower that had been silent all along suddenly let out a yearning hum.

It was no longer silent.

It actively extended a suction force, greedily "taking a share" and absorbing part of the power overflowing from the "heart of flora" to nourish itself.

Under the nourishment of this power, the small tower's ancient body shimmered with a faint layer of green light.

For a moment, a marvelous balance formed within Wang Yun's body.

The heart of flora was the core energy source.

While it nurtured the new Supreme Bone, part of its power was being siphoned off by the small tower.

The chain reaction continued.

On Wang Yun's neck, the cracked jade pendant that had broken due to the spatial transport was actually being repaired bit by bit under the washing of the "heart of flora's" life aura.

Finally, with a flash of soft light, the jade pendant was restored to completeness.

The character "Yun" carved on it in ancient Seal script flowed with a faint divine radiance, as if it had come to life.

Newfound power.

The Legacy of grass and wood.

The resonance of the small tower.

And the fully restored jade pendant.

These multiple factors combined like several keys, simultaneously unlocking the long-sealed lock of memories from ages past.

Boom!

Wang Yun's Sea of Consciousness underwent a violent transformation.

From the first life, Lin Yun, a mayfly of heaven and earth.

To the second life, Li Yun, who became a pawn and an abandoned child.

The third life, Wu Yun, a monarch of a generation.

The fourth life, Su Yun, the king of live-in sons-in-law.

The fifth life, Chi Yun; the sixth life, Si Yun.

Then to... the seventh life, Quan Yun, with the Heart of a Child and the Sword of a Child.

The eighth life, Jun Yun, a blind man who thought of heaven and earth as a chessboard, only to end up going astray.

The ninth life, Gu Yun, who defied heaven to become a Saint in the Fading Small World, the first Saint of the Fading Small World.

Scene after scene, identity after identity, and pasts filled with either sorrow or regret.

A massive amount of memories flooded into his mind.

The infant Yu Yun's sky-high hatred for having his bone stolen.

The youth Wang Yun's pure kindness originating from the depths of his Soul.

At this moment, they fused together perfectly.

He opened his eyes.

Those eyes were no longer pure and blank as before.

Instead, they were filled with the vicissitudes of seeing through the ages and the indifference of controlling life and death, brimming with killing intent.

He lowered his head, looking at his immature, thin, and even dirt-stained hands.

He felt the brand-new, power-filled "heart of flora" in his chest once more.

He looked up.

His gaze seemed to pierce through the barriers of this Small World, through the endless Void Realm, looking toward the Eastern Domain, in the direction of the Yu Family.

He gave a cold sneer.

From then on.

The broken jade has become king.