Half a month later, a mist rose from the distant horizon, hazy and ethereal, followed by a deafening roar that shook the heavens and earth, accompanied by countless radiant beams of light. The entire Broken Sky City was startled, as if a celestial deity had awakened from slumber, opening its eyes amidst the chaos, lightning flashing from its gaze. At the world’s edge, the primordial chaos churned, lightning intertwined, thunder boomed, and torrential rain poured down—it was as if the apocalypse had arrived!
“It’s happening! The Hundred Ruins Mountain is about to emerge! The passage will open, reappearing in this world!” The elders in the city widened their eyes, watching with tense anticipation.
The land, once flat, now bore faint, indistinct shadows, resembling mountain ridges rising and fading. Yet, upon closer inspection, the earth still appeared vast and unbroken—those shadows existed in another realm, separated by endless void, merely manifesting now.
“It’s here! It truly exists as its own realm, opening today—a rare opportunity. Children, your chance has come! You may seize great fortunes within, or you may perish without a burial. The choice is yours!” an elder bellowed, his voice shaking the entire Broken Sky City.
“You still have some time—prepare quickly!” the senior experts transmitted their voices.
Centuries ago, heroes had risen from the Hundred Ruins Mountain, soaring to unimaginable heights upon their return, some even ascending to the throne of the Human Emperor. Others, surviving against all odds, returned as supreme sect leaders. And in even more ancient times, some names shone with divine radiance, revered throughout history, shaking the annals of the vast land.
In an instant, Broken Sky City erupted into chaos. Everyone sprang into action—races of all kinds appeared: divine monkeys soaring through the sky, flying stones, fluttering demonic butterflies, towering giants over ten meters tall, tree spirits rooted in the void… all glowing with runes, ready to charge toward the world’s edge.
Of course, the majority were still humans—members of ancient clans, top-tier sects, and descendants of imperial families from ancient kingdoms crowded the city walls in dense masses.
“Little Junior Brother, what are you doing? Hurry up! We can’t be the last ones rushing in!” the disciples of the Sky Mending Pavilion urged Little Rascal anxiously.
“Good food isn’t rushed. No need to hurry—I’m packing. You can go ahead if you want,” Little Rascal replied, lugging around bundles as if preparing to move house.
The five prodigies of the Sky Mending Pavilion were dumbfounded. *Are you going on a trip or into battle? Why are you carrying so much stuff? This is ridiculous!*
“Alright, I’m done packing!” Finally, Little Rascal nimbly hoisted a large sack and followed them.
Even the old monster Tao Ye of the Sky Mending Pavilion was speechless. *While others bring elixirs and weapons, this kid seems to have raided the kitchen—what in the world did he pack?!*
With little time to spare, Tao Ye didn’t press further, leading the group toward the city gates.
“Elder, don’t you have any treasures? Just give me something—a jade vessel that can hold a lot would do. This sack is too cumbersome,” Little Rascal said.
“No!” Tao Ye shook his head, unwilling to waste time arguing, and quickly led them up the city walls.
**BOOM!**
At the world’s edge, the chaotic mist grew thicker, surging like white waves, roaring forward in a breathtaking spectacle. The towering waves crashed against the heavens, filling the sky with a vast, churning whiteness, shaking the very fabric of the world.
It was the impact of primordial chaos—so vast, so terrifying, that even those who had lived long lives had never witnessed such grandeur. It was like the charge of a thousand armies, the march of a million soldiers, the thunderous roar shaking the heavens.
**BOOM!**
With one final deafening explosion, the chaos surged forward, terrifying many who feared they would be swallowed. Yet, suddenly, the heavens and earth seemed to split apart—the white waves halted abruptly.
“The city lives up to its name—Broken Sky City indeed has its reasons,” the crowd marveled.
At the same time, the city’s ruined altar, stained with the blood of ancient sages, emitted a faint glow, as if revived, reminiscing about the distant past.
“No need to wait any longer! The Hundred Ruins Mountain is open—enter now!” A mighty roar echoed as an old ape hurled its offspring forward.
A young flood dragon leaped into the air, vanishing into the chaotic mist.
A golden great bird soared into the sky, disappearing into the chaos.
A demonic butterfly flapped its wings, slicing through the air at incredible speed.
Two white jade dragon-elephants charged side by side, their steps shaking the earth.
In that moment, creatures of all kinds surged forward, all striving to be the first to enter the Hundred Ruins Mountain, eager to seize the greatest opportunities.
Human prodigies were no exception, leaping into the fray. Some had already taken the lead, summoning treasures to race against towering giants and divine avian descendants.
At the world’s edge, there was only one gate—though enormous, the sheer number of arrivals made it impossible for everyone to enter at once. A sea of beings was left stranded outside.
Here, battles even broke out as some creatures clashed.
Amidst the crowd, the Sky Mending Pavilion group stood out—Little Rascal, with his massive sack, drew curious and bewildered stares from all around.
Many elders escorting their disciples also gave him odd looks. One couldn’t help but ask, “Young friend, what exactly are you carrying?”
“Treasures!” Little Rascal declared, thumping the sack onto the ground and sitting on it. Since the path ahead was blocked, there was no rush.
“Treasures? That whole sack?!” No one believed him—even creatures of other races were stunned.
“Of course!” Little Rascal patted the sack proudly, as if it were a great achievement.
“Your sect is truly formidable, gifting its disciples so many treasures. Truly awe-inspiring!” someone remarked.
Tao Ye’s face burned with embarrassment. *Treasures? Along the way, I distinctly heard the clatter of pots and pans!*
Many nearby beings eyed Little Rascal with greed, clearly intending to rob him.
“I warn you—don’t even think about stealing my treasures, or I’ll stew every last one of you!” Little Rascal glared at the creatures, guarding his sack like a protective beast.
The surrounding human elders chuckled. “Young friend, could you let us see what treasures you’ve brought? At our age, we certainly won’t fight you for them.”
“Fine!” Little Rascal sighed dramatically, slowly untying the sack.
Everyone craned their necks to look—even the hostile creatures couldn’t resist their curiosity.
Only Tao Ye’s face turned beet red, wishing he could vanish on the spot. He smacked Little Rascal on the head. “What’s there to show off? Pick it up and move!”
“It’s too heavy! Give me a treasure or a spirit vessel so I can stuff all this inside,” Little Rascal demanded, holding out his hand.
“No!” Tao Ye fumed. *This brat is extorting me!*
“Open it! Let us see!” The onlookers grew impatient.
“Alright!” Little Rascal swiftly untied the sack, revealing its contents.
Everyone leaned in, eyes widening in disbelief. *This… is your treasure?!*
For a long moment, silence reigned. The kid was clearly just messing with them.
“Kid, did you rob someone’s kitchen?” an old man asked.
“How’d you know?” Little Rascal blinked, then added, “But I left a note! I specifically wrote our sect’s name, saying we were requisitioning it and they could claim compensation from our sacred land later.”
Tao Ye, already red-faced, now turned livid. *This little troublemaker! How shameless! How could he do this? It’s utterly disgraceful—since when does the Sky Mending Pavilion need to requisition kitchenware?!*
He’d rather the brat had robbed some powerful experts than pull this stunt, tarnishing the sect’s reputation.
The crowd was stunned. No one had expected the so-called “treasures” to be… *this*.
Some creatures immediately lost interest. *What kind of treasures are these? How are they useful in the Hundred Ruins Mountain? This brat is just cannon fodder!*
“You’re all fools who don’t know how to survive in the wild. You’ll envy me later! Braised lion’s head, stewed fat snake, tiger bone soup… just wait and drool!” Little Rascal wiped his mouth.
“Please stop talking!” His beautiful senior sister covered her face in embarrassment. *Having such a junior brother is mortifying.*
One curious elder crouched down for a closer look. *This is… impressively thorough. Even all the seasonings are here. He really did clean out an entire kitchen.*
“Let’s go! We can enter now!” The crowd ahead had thinned—countless beings had already entered. The Sky Mending Pavilion prodigies bid farewell to Elder Tao Ye and charged toward the glowing gate.
With a *whoosh*, they passed through, entering a misty passage leading to an unknown destination.
“Forward! Keep moving!”
“There are many passages here. Different paths lead to different regions of the Hundred Ruins Mountain, but they’re interconnected. Those who enter through different gates will eventually meet,” one senior brother explained.
This was knowledge passed down by Tao Ye—lessons from predecessors. At the start, it was crucial to avoid crowding, lest a bloody free-for-all break out immediately.
After sprinting through the passage for an unknown length of time, the mist gradually thinned, revealing light ahead.
They burst out—and instantly, an overwhelming surge of spiritual energy washed over them, far denser than even the Sky Mending Pavilion’s. The very essence of the world seemed on the verge of liquefying.
“This pocket realm is a treasure! Cultivating here would yield twice the results!” they exclaimed in excitement.
Ahead lay a crystal-clear lake, its surface shimmering with rising spiritual mist. Nearby, ancient medicinal herbs perfumed the air, while distant beastly roars echoed.
Mountains in the distance glowed with radiant hues, draped in spiritual vines and lush trees—a scene straight out of a fairyland.
“Look! Four spiritual herbs!” a senior sister gasped, pointing at a cliffside.
At that moment, Little Rascal suddenly roared, dropping his sack and charging backward like a human-shaped beast.
**CRACK!**
A tree wailed as it snapped in half, revealing itself as a broken tree-person.
The other Sky Mending Pavilion disciples shuddered. *A tree clan expert! These beings could disguise themselves as trees, lurking undetected in forests—truly terrifying.*
Clearly, this was a tree clan prodigy—formidable, having attempted to ambush them, only to be shattered by Little Rascal’s sheer physical might.
**FLAP FLAP!**
In the distance, a fiery red bird took flight, radiating terrifying energy.
“Big Red! Don’t run—get in my pot!” Little Rascal yelled, hefting a boulder weighing thousands of jin and hurling it skyward.
**BOOM!**
The bird screeched in fury, unleashing flames that melted the boulder into molten rock.
“Little Black! Stay right there—leave those bear paws behind!” Little Rascal turned, spotting a black unicorn bear covered in glowing runes fleeing into the distance.
The Sky Mending Pavilion prodigies were dumbstruck. *This junior brother is ferocious! Once in the wilderness, he’s like a dragon returned to the sea—his wildness alone scared off all the powerful creatures nearby, all of whom were other races’ elites!*
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