The black-furred, single-horned humanoid bear trembled violently upon hearing the words. This ferocious child—if he truly desired to devour it so soon after their meeting?!
The bear burst into radiant darkness, snapping multiple ancient trees with its violent escape. Runes transformed into black flames that scorinated beneath its soles, granting it incredible speed.
“My bear paw!” Little Rascal wailed with tears, face grimaced in grief, bitterly dismayed to see the animal vanish entirely in moments. Eager to chase, Yet he hesitated, bound by pressing duties.
Above, the gigantic crimson bird shrieked furiously engulfing itself in flames, radiating fiery waves toward the boulder that had targeted it, melting the stone into bubbling lava which rained down in bloody scarlets upon the land.
Enraged anew, it recalled witnessing the lad’s savage power shatter the powerful genius of the willow clan into halves—a battle better postponed. It had intended to temporarily withdraw but narrowly evaded the unexpected strike!
This crimson-feathered, fire-wreathed bird was a Cinnabar Firefinch—wildly tempestuous, unswayed even by great adversity. Now fully angered, flame-ridden glyphs surged toward Little Rascal—a fiery deluge falling from the endless scarlet sky. The sight mimicked cascading crimson torrents, roaring with searing winds, a terrifying scene most dire!
“You shall pay for this audacity, Oh Bigred!” The little one scowled and raised his childish cries—his quarry vanished, the bear’s coveted paws long gone—blamed solely on the relentless fiery opponent.
Suddenly the youth’s body shimmered with argent streams that solidified into a radiant lunar halo behind him. Resplendent in purity and majesty—akin to sacred moonlight fallen from heaven itself—the disk matched his stature, enclosing him protectively in holy luminescence.
The boy stood as a divine deity upon the earth, a glowing beacon, while behind he bore ethereality, rivaling celestial magnificence. The raging torrential flames descended—rolling like thunder—when suddenly the glowing celestial plate repudiated the advance, shielding the firestorm effortlessly.
The prodigy disciples from Heavenly Restoration Pagoda recoiled with wide-eyed surprise, awed by the incredible feats of a fellow junior disciple.
Fire engulfed earth, reducing stony terrain to molten pools, ancient wood into dust. The scorched forest transformed—an ocean of fire, molten waves rippling across the land.
Fueled by indignation, the child emanated supreme might. Lacing glyphs upon his glowing surface summoned increased sanctity from the silver disk. Lethal splashes, roaring flame and lava were held fast by its radiance.
With his right hand wide as an open claw, the boy wove argent currents—a brilliant surge of energy formed and unleashed—a primordial beast—an argent phantom burst forth—honing toward its crimson-winged enemy.
A colossal crash exploded, brilliant in vermilion light and silver fire, accompanied by celestial tremors overhead.
“Ill-nutted bird!” He bellowed, for the beast, gaining some awareness, endeavored to flee in desperation. With haste, he leapt far and stomped upon a meager stony foothill beneath. The impact’s force alone tore through layers of ground with such terrifying power that it ruptured the very rock to dust.
Launching sky-wads, propelled high, his body surged after the soaring bird.
Astonishing the flaming opponent once more—the child had seemingly defied flight merely with sheer force. The beast roared—its body alight and adorned by mystical flames, its speed multiplied manyfold through the bestowal of its divine might—at last eluding its perilous opponent mid-air.
Enraged still, Little Riscal thrust forward an almost transparent palm from where erupted golden lightning—an unthinkably fierce bolt—to strike the crimson bird.
A roar resonated. Vibrant feathers flew into the air as charring covered portions its body—the aromatic aroma from burning flesh lingered—indicative of a truly succulent catch.
Wham! With a streak of silvery radiance, young hands thrust outward—launching the argent lunar halo like an edge of icy whiteness. It sliced into its avian prey, causing bloodied meat to drop away as it plunged rapidly to the depths below.
Joy erupted in the boy’s laughter as he joyfully declared: “Bigred, come into the boiling caldron!”
The beast screeched while dropping like stone. But at an instant’s breath before crashing into the soil, it twisted. Hovering just feet above the earth. it raced into farthest spaces below the skies.
“Aghhh…so devious, it faked demise!” He grumbled while cresting the height of his trajectory. Now gravity pulled him down with no way out.
Spooked anew by young boy’s words alone, the beast sped further, flying low to skim the surface, scything across ancient branches from mighty oaks above it.
The prodigies of the Heavenly Restoration Pagoda stared, stunned and unable to breathe, at a fellow junior rivaling fierce magical creatures.
Some distance away, on lands shadowed by mountain peaks, an immense horned bear mopped cold terror from its brow, unexpectedly uttering words akin to manhood.
“Really savage that one.”
Crackle! Little Rascal descended, shaking and crumbling an entire miniature mountain into craters far beneath him. Great cracks stretched endlessly across terrain and terrain’s edges as he rose from impact. Anger brimming, the young child yelled out in irritation:
“Slippery fowl…better run far or I shall hunt you anew next time!”
His comrades remained wordlessly astounded, unable to comprehend the savageness that surpassed that of an ordinary vicious beast.
Rushing to nearby groves, the lad procured fresh meat weighing about dozens of jin, along with scattered fiery plumage obtained last strike under the argent light.
At last—not a fruitless attempt, an opportunity to taste something novel! He exclaimed cheerishly!
Within nearby forests, numerous living creatures bore terror. A sight that triggered their instincts to flee in fear—the tremor of earth, rustlings across branches and canopies, falling leafy debris swirling all through the air, in unison as they sought escape.
“Ehh?” A young boy shriek at noticing hidden within lay a violet-camellia camel. He heard of a legend of its humped meat tasting exceptional. “Heyy…that animal got away!”
The violet dromedary nearly faltered—then burst forth into blurs of purples into depths of forest canopies, vanishing instantaneously.
“Heheyy—golden sheep! Roasted haunch delicatesssens!” Little One wobbled feet furiously.
The creature—distinguished by gleaming lambent dual heads and shimmering all-over gold hues—heard the declaration. Instantly bolting, outpacing all else at record-breaking speeds, its departure vanishing to the horizon, none the wiser.
The mighty champions represented countless distinct magical lineages—some indistinguishable from mortal shape—yet collectively they all dispersed hastily fearing the hunger-crazed prodigy, fearing the curse of pestilence.
“Senior apprentices and Sisters, why don’t we dine first before resuming our search for Celestial Bones, Fountain of Eterna, ancient Saintly legacies of the sacred dimension?” Efficiently the child cleared debris from the piece of fresh meat, quickly washed it at lakeshore, and swiftly assembled utensils to prepare boiling stew.
A disciple blurted—utterly flabbergasted “Actually consumes! The child really is savage!” The final group of remaining hostile spirits quivered with fright, fleeing immediately in unison unable withstand longer proximity toward youth.
“This fiery bird, perhaps descendent from ancient primordial beasts? Could it truly be treasure of flesh and spirit, nourished into a rare medicinal entity?” A male apprentice expressed astonishment following one bite taken from his ladled meal.
“Truly—just so!” Another female apprentice—elegantly fetching—tender morsels plucked gleefully from boiling pot melted smoothly within mouths, invigorating sensations filling limbs with divine nourishment and energy. Appetites roused further all savored portions of meat weighing nearly dozens pounds—soon none remaining, even sauce dwindled from pan’s lip.
“Treasures of sacred meats these!” The youths exclaimed aloud—gleamings now manifest faint upon their bodies from consumption.
At length the Heavenly Restoration sect talents reflected upon awkward guilt. Among those, especially the two graceful senior female apprentices, flushed bashfully—the boy having transmitted a most gluttonous hunger into them, for the entire trip within this dimension they focused solely on culinary treasures rather than sought out relics—the Celestial Bones and other Holy artifacts yet untouched.
“There reside four spiritual herbs there; allow me retrieval” one male disciple proposed standing.
“No need in rushed haste, tonight first let us capture fierce beast. Use these gathered herbal ingredients alongside its flesh. That meal alone worth such patience.” Declared with casualness young eater.
Meanwhile—elsewhere—mountain-dwelling denizens whispered with hushed alarm.
“Did you hear! Emerging here recently is a Little Devil Prince, devouring any and all things—warned must be given to the gathered brethren: do proceed with extreme caution!”
“Its too savage—this human’s hunger consumes not only willowfolk, fiery avian spirits, single-homed bears—but hunts every living entity merciless! It can be dubbed a supreme terror!”
The murmured voices continued, as suddenly a humanoid being materialized—casting eerie chilling gazes in passage through forests, chilling atmosphere dropping as frost appeared around him, his form wreathed in silvery auras proceeding toward faraway lake—each step exuded oppressive aura, triggering fear within local fauna.
Near the lake stood towering vertical cliffs. Atop grew several aged verdant pines like dragon coiled, beneath bloomed four varieties of Spirit herbs glowing radiantly, exuding a pure fragrance—Blood Sapphire Orchid they gleamed crimson akin to finest rubies of realm absorbing celestial essence for millennia to thrive.
Even the young eater expressed wonder at external scarcity of these magical medicinal plants requiring an entire blessed mount in effort produce merely single blossom—nevertheless found four blossoms thriving together amidst this wondrous world abundant with energy and fertility alone enabled its rarity’s growth!
“I believe their therapeutic properties to be immense—I suspect aged medicine of extraordinary vintage—observing their circlets bearing crimson growth-veins, these might very well breakthrough our limitations.” Glowed excited glances across junior heavenly cultivation disciples.
Another apprentice rising, climbing upward intending complete harvest from vertical cliffside—however mid ascent, a bone-rattling ice swept unexpectedly inward.
Sudden shift upward revealed humanoid standing towering directly above him—eyes unfeelingly surveying the climber.
“Who be thou?!”
BOOM!!! That beast wasted no word, leapt with heavy-footed might—entire mountain side crumbling violently at its stampeding presence. Like an avalanche cascading downward.
Sudden was devastation—Heavenly Repair sect members shouted alarmed—the climber now falling, amidst thundering weighty stone blocks reaching thousands up even in the tens of thousands upon thousands pound. Each bashed earth one following next without cease.
The towering figure unleashed ruin, almost entirely shattering this entire stone hillock, seeking to seal them beneath the mountain range, bury beneath tons crushed stones.
Fellow companions shouted out.
“This ambush is abrupt!” Not anyone equitably matched prodigious physique. If caught by cascading impact beneath crushing multi-thousands stones ordinary men surely doomed.
Massive stones roared downward with apocalyptic might, the senior apprentice glowing fiercely in glyphic lights. Yet overwhelmed he teetered at his inevitable fall.
“CRUSH!” Little terror lunging within landslide’s fury—two arms swinging wide with thunderbolt force shunting mountains asunder with unbridled might. Grasping hold of upper body he hurled away—taking his place standing resolute under impending doom.
The figure overhead unfurled its painted tapestry, contrasting his opponents below it beheld their forms beneath silver irises glimmering with malice.
“You’re the party of interest.”
With seismic step that shook heaven’s gate, he plucked all herbs within reach, sending cascading collapse of the mountaintop—burying below with tons upon tons of falling rock mass.
Glyph energy blazed in response, crackling arcs danced like lightning across terrain breaking stone mid-flight as the little terror bounded free from certain entombment.
“It seems thou art said uniquely rare offspring within human race,” the looming presence spoke, staring intensely locking upon diminutive frame silver-eyed and dread-streaked gaze.
Who art thou,” demanded voice female companion.
Nine-head Gloden Lion seek dominance and control. Yet I choose opposition in defiance. Come, bind thy future beside mine in battle. Yours would be freedom at future date—but for now—you shall be my vassal of blood-stained conquests across distant lands!”
He stood towering a colossal monolith, overlooking youth’s diminutive stature, ignoring others as his being radiated pure argent glory pulsuating—eminating formidable oppressive waves.
“Which one thou?” Quizzically probed the small boy.
“My destined future King. Yours to be my eternal servant until I allow you your return amongst humankind, to rule sovereign realms of your choosing.
Among human terms of relation—know hence thyself, my personal subjugator. I alone shall be thy Master!”
The silver being declared as oceanic forces unleashed in tidal energies from his person like waves rippling forward with palpable menace.
Little Ones facial expression darkening as he circled the imposing enemy—visually assessing his physique top to bottom.
“What do you still contemplate?” Humaniform silvery lifeform demanded.
“You neither muscle to bite, abundant enough bones you have but shaped into flesh-bound limbs humanesque!—So I demand, what’s thy utility? Even should you boiled down—it’s doubtful you will satisfy a craving, and worse—might instigate psychological disorder!”
With brows furrowed deeply, Little One scolded furiously at his new foe.
“Pray, elaborate why must we meet. Then…what must we do with you—interred? Boiled Alive?!”
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