Before the towering and majestic mountain gate, a multitude of creatures gathered—some armored in fearsome scales, others adorned with brilliantly colored wings. They exhaled radiant mists, each a rare and powerful descendant of ancient bloodlines, all bearing extraordinary phenomena.
Yellow mist surged as the earth trembled. A colossal beast, fifty meters in length, resembling a pangolin but with the head of a flood dragon, emerged. Its golden aura shimmered with overwhelming majesty. The crowd gasped—this was an Earth Dragon, a being of boundless strength as long as it stood upon the land, capable of shifting mountains and draining seas.
“ROAR—!” A pitch-black savage ape appeared atop a stone peak, howling at the sky with a voice like a tsunami, shaking hearts with terror. It pounded its chest like a celestial drum, the sound deep and thunderous. With a mighty leap, the ten-meter-tall beast crashed onto an adjacent peak, shattering the summit in a cloud of dust. Its thick black fur bristled as it bounded forward.
**BOOM!** The earth split beneath its landing. The black ape bared its snow-white fangs, dark energy swirling around its body, radiating ferocity. The crowd scattered—none dared provoke such brutality. It halted before the mountain gate, roaring incessantly as it peered inside.
A butterfly fluttered into view—over a meter long, its wings shimmering with iridescent hues, dancing gracefully before the gate. Even the savage ape fell silent, instinctively retreating with wary eyes.
“The legendary *Sky-Rending Demon Butterfly*!” The crimson bird’s eyes gleamed with nervous excitement.
Little Rascal observed closely. The butterfly’s patterns were inscribed with ancient glyphs, as if nature itself had forged its body. Frail in appearance, yet incomparably mighty. Legends spoke of its wings splitting the heavens with a single flap, shaking the very earth.
A golden bird cast a sidelong glance from afar, while an azure-feathered raptor fixed its gaze on the butterfly. To avian creatures, this was a fatal temptation—devouring it could elevate their power, but failure meant death.
**BOOM! BOOM!** The earth quaked as a bronze ant, over three meters long, marched forth. Each step cracked the ground like a moving mountain.
“A Divine Ant! Another descendant of the ancient divine insects!” someone gasped. “In the primordial era, they ruled in swarms, each capable of lifting mountains and overturning seas!”
“Thankfully, only one appeared.”
“Impossible! They never travel alone!”
True enough, the earth shook again as twelve more emerged—eleven bronze, one gleaming silver, radiating terrifying pressure.
“That one’s bloodline is extraordinary!” The crowd tensed—this was a fearsome group of competitors.
A plant resembling a dandelion drifted into view—not a herb, but a tree with lush green leaves and a snow-white orb atop, shedding glowing white tendrils that floated away.
“*Cursed Devil Willow!*” Many recoiled in horror. Those tendrils were lethal, known as “Hexing Threads.” Once they touched flesh, they would root deep, draining the victim’s essence. In ancient times, one such tree had slain a deity, absorbing its divine energy until the saints united to destroy it—at great cost.
Though a plant, its roots moved like feet, swift and agile. Here, it anchored itself, absorbing the earth’s vitality. The crowd gave it a wide berth.
Suddenly, a tempest erupted as a massive bird descended—azure with crimson spots, its beak pure white. Strangely, it had only one leg, yet stood unshakable, cracking the ground beneath.
“*Bifang!* The legendary Bifang!”
Pale faces spread through the crowd. This rare demonic bird was once a supreme overlord, its ancestors having devoured gods. If this one carried pure bloodline, it could slaughter geniuses in a single bite.
Resembling a crane, it scanned the golden bird, the lion-dragon, the treasure beast, and the flood dragon before settling, observing the gate.
The mountain gate swarmed with creatures—countless, terrifying, all elite descendants of their races. Human experts tread carefully, wary of being torn apart.
“Little Brother!” Little Rascal’s eyes lit up as he spotted the Nine-Headed Lion, its golden brilliance standing out.
The lion stiffened at the voice—like a nightmare returning. Ignoring protests, Little Rascal shoved through the crowd, his strength astonishing the surrounding beasts.
“Human, you tread where you shouldn’t!” a creature warned.
“Don’t provoke me,” he shot back, stunning the onlookers.
A beast roared, aura flaring. “I’ll eat you if you bare your fangs at me!” Little Rascal snapped, spinning to face it.
The crowd froze. Since when did humans threaten ancient descendants?
The beast charged, runes surging like a flood. Little Rascal kicked—**BAM!**—sending the creature flying, teeth shattered, howling in pain.
Silence. One kick had felled a mighty beast.
“Don’t. Provoke. Me.” He glared, then bulldozed forward, shoving aside the stunned creatures.
The crimson bird strutted behind, crowing, “Move aside! The terror-child is passing! Don’t say we didn’t warn you!”
The creatures gaped. Was this human child… threatening to *eat* them?
The violet marten followed nervously, heart pounding. This was sheer audacity.
Reaching the Nine-Headed Lion, Little Rascal grinned. “You’re alive!”
The lion’s expression twisted—anger, resentment, yet grudging gratitude. “You survived?”
“Of course. I killed two of those four.”
The lion stared. In that deadly situation, he’d counterattacked?
“Little Brother, I’m glad you’re safe.” He patted the lion’s golden foreleg.
The surrounding creatures’ jaws dropped. *Little Brother?* The Nine-Headed Lion—a descendant of a god-slaying primordial king—was being called that by a human?
The lion’s pride flared. “Must you call me that in public?”
“Why not? Who dares laugh?” Little Rascal scanned the crowd. None did.
But two three-eyed beings sneered. “Golden Lion, you bow to a human? Pathetic.”
A five-colored luan bird chimed in, “Need me to eat him for you?”
Little Rascal pointed at the three-eyed duo. “Lucky for you, I don’t eat humanoids. *Stand aside.*”
Then to the luan: “Choose—grilled or boiled?”
The mountain gate erupted in uproar. Humans and beasts alike were stunned.
This child was *unhinged.*
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