Though still some distance away, the sacred aura was already palpable. The surrounding vegetation was lush, with towering ancient trees stretching toward the heavens. The verdant mountains and forests stretched endlessly before them as they stood on a high vantage point, gazing ahead. Mist swirled, and colorful vapors drifted—the Hundred Herbs Garden exuded tranquility and serenity, like a pristine paradise.
*Crack!*
A bizarre sound echoed from the mountain depths, sending chills down their spines. A bone-piercing killing intent swept over them like an autumn gale.
“What kind of creature is that?” one of the Sealed Ones muttered in shock.
All eyes turned toward the primal forest, where a grotesque figure stood, its cold, sinister gaze locked onto them. The creature had three heads—the central one human-like, with long crimson hair cascading down. The left shoulder bore a golden-feathered roc’s head, radiant and dazzling, while the right shoulder sported a demonic head covered in pitch-black scales that gleamed ominously.
Standing five meters tall, its muscular frame dripped with blood as it clutched the mangled corpse of an incredibly powerful ancient remnant beast, its claws still embedded in the torn flesh. The onlookers didn’t recognize the monstrous being, but they recognized its prey—a Jade-Scaled Leopard, a formidable creature, now brutally slaughtered.
*Crunch!*
With a savage glare, the creature tore into the leopard’s flesh, shoving chunks into its maw. Blood dripped freely, staining the ground. Its ferocity was undeniable—most powerful races had refined dining habits, preferring carefully prepared meals. Only a few barbaric clans still devoured prey raw.
And the more primal the creature, the more terrifying it was—untamed, ruthless, and monstrously strong.
*ROAR—!*
It devoured the leopard at an alarming rate, tossing aside the bloodstained bones before bellowing at the group. The sound was thunderous, shaking the earth.
*BOOM!*
Ancient trees shattered, and boulders were flung into the air. Everyone paled—this creature was terrifyingly powerful. Even its mere vocalization carried devastating force.
“I *loathe* interruptions during my meals!” the central human head snarled, crimson hair whipping wildly as its eyes gleamed with bloodlust.
Then, it lunged.
A Sealed One beside Huo Ling’er reacted swiftly, swinging a blue bone blade. The slash tore through the air, its edge extending dozens of meters, obliterating trees and massive boulders in its path.
Yet, the creature was faster—far faster. In an instant, it closed the distance, its claw clashing against the blade with a metallic *clang!* With a brutal yank—
*CRACK!*
The Sealed One’s forearm was torn clean off, blood spurting violently.
The beast’s speed was unreal, its audacity staggering—it had charged straight into their midst without hesitation.
The Sealed One, though powerful, had underestimated its enemy. A single misstep had cost him dearly.
Huo Ling’er’s other guardians roared in fury, attacking in unison. But the three-headed monstrosity moved like the wind, slipping past their encirclement and standing just beyond, its gaze icy.
“Fall back!” Little Rascal barked, darting forward. He sensed the creature’s focus was on *him*—it saw him as the greatest threat.
The beast’s eyes gleamed with malice as it charged to meet him.
*BOOM!*
Their palms collided, runes igniting like wildfire. The impact sent shockwaves through the earth, splitting the ground open in a two-foot-wide fissure. Trees toppled, and boulders launched skyward as the others scrambled back.
*ROAR—!*
The creature’s deafening roar rattled their eardrums, nearly knocking them off their feet.
The battle between Little Rascal and the monstrosity intensified—runes blazed, divine light surged, and an overwhelming aura of slaughter filled the air. They clashed like twin suns, their brilliance drowning the battlefield. Massive stones were hurled into the sky, only to explode midair.
“By the heavens, what *is* this thing?!” Purple Marten shivered.
“I remember now—this must be a royal-blooded elite from the Spirit Race,” Nine-Headed Lion said grimly.
“Indeed. He’s a descendant of the strongest ancient Spirit Kings,” Huo Ling’er confirmed, her eyes gleaming. Spirit Blood was invaluable—it could aid in enlightenment.
Little Rascal had once slain a silver-bodied Spirit elite upon entering this realm, trading its blood with the Fire Nation princess for a purple heart.
The group tensed. This creature was undeniably powerful—but its Spirit Blood would be even purer.
*THUD!*
Little Rascal’s fist smashed into the beast’s shoulder, shattering bone and sending blood flying. Even as a top-tier Spirit genius, it couldn’t withstand the savage child’s might.
It turned and fled, a blur of motion.
“Not so fast! Leave that Spirit Blood behind!” Little Rascal gave chase.
*RIP!*
He seized the creature’s forearm, intending to subdue it—but the three-headed fiend *tore its own limb free* without hesitation, vanishing into the forest.
Little Rascal discarded the severed arm and pursued. This Spirit elite was dangerous—he couldn’t afford carelessness.
Drawing his broken sword, he prepared to strike—but the creature suddenly leaped into the mist-shrouded Holy Garden, disappearing from sight.
“He’s entered the Hundred Herbs Garden! Don’t use runes or treasures—they’re nearly useless there. The field is unimaginably oppressive,” Huo Ling’er warned.
The group shuddered. This region was perilous indeed. Barely arrived, and they’d already encountered a Spirit Race prodigy. Most would’ve died instantly.
“Elder Wu, are you alright?” Huo Ling’er asked worriedly.
The old man grimaced but nodded. His severed arm had been retrieved, and Little Rascal had even torn off the Spirit elite’s limb in return.
“The younger generation is fearsome indeed,” the elder sighed, reattaching his arm with medicinal aid.
“This area is deadly. Only the strongest dare enter the Hundred Herbs Garden,” Five-Colored Luan Bird said gravely.
And it was true—only supreme experts or even pure-blooded ancient beasts ventured here.
“The Spirit Blood in this arm is incredibly potent!” a Sealed One marveled, eyeing the glowing limb.
*ROAR—!*
A savage cry erupted from the depths of the forest—a terrifying battle raged, toppling trees and shattering peaks.
“That’s pure physical combat! Even if it’s not a pure-blood, it’s close!” someone gasped.
Little Rascal’s expression darkened. “You all should leave. Don’t enter the garden.”
Inside, runes and treasures were nullified. Even Sealed Ones would be helpless—and true ancient beast cubs might lurk within.
The group agreed. This was a battleground for the physically supreme.
Huo Ling’er and Nine-Headed Lion swiftly departed, arranging a rendezvous point.
*Screech—!*
A demonic bird’s cry echoed in the distance, foretelling bloodshed.
Little Rascal pressed on, arriving before the Hundred Herbs Garden. Radiant light spilled from within, and an intoxicating fragrance wafted out.
The garden was surreal—even ordinary plants here shimmered with spiritual light.
“Legends say the sages cultivated this garden with divine soil. Perhaps it’s true,” Little Rascal mused.
Stepping inside, he immediately felt an oppressive force—a bizarre energy warped the very space around him.
“A terrifying field! But why doesn’t it harm the plants?”
With each step, the pressure mounted, as though he carried a mountain on his back. His bones groaned under the strain.
Taking a deep breath, his body glowed briefly before stabilizing. He quickened his pace, moving deeper.
This was merely the outskirts. The true danger lay at the center—where the Fountain of Youth resided.
*Whoosh!*
A figure flashed past, its steps cracking the earth.
“*Bifang!*” Little Rascal’s eyes narrowed.
A divine bird, its azure feathers streaked with crimson, darted through the mist. Many believed it to be a pure-blooded descendant!
*Thwip!*
A violet vine, like a venomous serpent, coiled around his arm, its thorns digging in.
A sentient spirit herb—attacking intruders!
Little Rascal flexed his arm, yanking the vine free. It shrieked like a banshee.
“Spare me! I won’t do it again!” it pleaded, its form resembling a purple dragon.
But as he released it, another vine shot toward his skull like a spear.
*CRACK!*
He caught it mid-air and snapped it without hesitation.
The vine wailed as he uprooted it entirely.
“Don’t kill me! I had nothing to do with it!” a nearby tree trembled.
“This garden is full of oddities,” Little Rascal muttered. Even the plants could speak?
Kicking a rock, he was startled when it yelped: “Brutal child! I’m just a rock—not edible!”
“Oh? A talking rock? Are you a sacrificial spirit? Do you have treasure blood?” His eyes gleamed as he picked it up.
“No blood! I just absorbed powder from the Enlightenment Blossom—it gave me speech!” the rock panicked.
“Enlightenment Blossom? What’s that?”
“A sacred herb! Hurry—pure-blood beasts are already inside! You’ll miss out!”
*Bonk.*
Little Rascal tapped the rock, then pocketed it. “Tell me about this garden as we go.”
And with that, he strode deeper into the mystical realm, where legends and nightmares intertwined.
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