“This youth is truly formidable. For a human to reach such heights is simply inconceivable—I’ve never seen anything like it in my lifetime!” murmured the Living Stone, its crystalline glow flickering amidst Little Rascal’s hair. Little Rascal’s expression was grave; Shi Yi’s mastery of glyphs was terrifyingly profound, unfathomable—it was impossible to gauge just how powerful and fearsome he had become!
The prodigies of various clans around them could only sigh in admiration. Though each was proud and arrogant, faced with such heaven-defying talent, they had no choice but to bow their heads—the gap was simply too vast.
“Fifth defeat against the Netherworld Demon Butterfly. Will it submit this time?”
*Boom!*
The void trembled violently as the demon butterfly’s wings, adorned with dazzling patterns, fluttered lightly, propelling it hundreds of feet in an instant. It sliced through a low hill, passing straight through it. The onlookers gasped—this divine insect was too powerful! A mere flap of its wings unleashed a surge of radiant energy. Were it not for Shi Yi’s presence, who could possibly stand against it?
The demon butterfly alighted atop a mountain peak, its body glowing as if meditating. Then, it resonated with the heavens and earth, drawing endless spiritual essence toward itself in a frenzied torrent, making it appear as though it were ablaze.
Finally, the butterfly flapped its wings once more and soared forward. Its wings shimmered, summoning rolling thunder and crackling lightning. The area was engulfed in churning mist and blinding radiance.
“Is it launching another attack? Challenging repeatedly in a single day—is this its final gambit?”
The descendant of the ancient demonic god was furious, determined to fight to the bitter end. Having suffered consecutive defeats, it refused to accept defeat. This time, it exerted all its divine might.
The demon butterfly’s body blazed with light, its wings resembling twin immortal swords as they crossed and charged toward Shi Yi!
*Boom!*
Even from a distance, the thunderclap was deafening, the lightning crashing like a tempestuous sea. Countless bolts danced wildly, dazzling yet terrifying.
The butterfly’s treasure technique left the spectators dumbstruck, their hairs standing on end.
Shi Yi stood like a deity, bathed in radiance, his hair flowing, his pupils gleaming with an awe-inspiring light—as if a celestial god had descended to the mortal realm.
Without any superfluous movements, he merely raised his right hand toward the heavens. In that instant, mist surged around him, mingling with the multicolored light, swelling violently until it engulfed the world.
*Rumble!*
Simultaneously, dark clouds gathered above him, thunder shaking the world as colossal bolts of lightning descended.
“He’s also using a lightning treasure technique—how terrifying!”
The crowd was stunned, though they soon understood. Shi Yi had employed this technique before. At least he hadn’t revealed a sixth treasure technique—that would have been truly shocking!
“This is the Rain Clan’s treasure technique—the divine art of his mother’s lineage!”
Shi Yi met thunder with lightning. The technique was horrifyingly potent—raindrops like crystalline petals swirled through the air, while the lightning raged with unparalleled ferocity.
“In his hands, its power far surpasses when the Rain Clan wields it!”
People marveled. A heaven-defying prodigy indeed—any divine ability in his grasp would see its might elevated to unfathomable heights, leaving others far behind.
“Mastering five divine abilities—any one of which could serve as a clan’s supreme treasure technique!”
Shi Yi, bathed in lightning and golden radiance, clashed with the demon butterfly like a god. The two were evenly matched, both wielding the most ferocious thunderforce.
This was the most violent of battles—unyielding, indomitable, unstoppable. Lightning cascaded like celestial rivers, one after another, painting the battlefield in dazzling splendor.
Everyone covered their ears—the sonic waves were unbearable, threatening to rupture eardrums. The electric currents surged like tidal waves, churning with endless thunderous fury.
The spectators were spellbound. To reach such heights in glyph mastery was truly divine—who could possibly rival it?
The duel between these two was nothing short of legendary. Even the descendants of gods would pale in comparison—Shi Yi and the demon butterfly were simply too powerful!
“If I recall correctly, the Martial King’s estate only possesses two supreme treasure techniques. The rest are auxiliary minor arts. How does he command five supreme techniques?”
“Were these not all recorded in the Martial King’s estate?”
“The Martial King’s estate lacks no minor arts, but even one supreme technique is rare for a great clan.”
The crowd murmured.
The Martial King’s estate’s two great techniques, plus the Rain Clan’s divine art, made only three. Where had Shi Yi learned the other two?
People were baffled, but could only sigh. A heaven-defying prodigy naturally had his own grand opportunities.
Moreover, the Martial King was no ordinary man. In his youth, he had contended for the throne of the human emperor—his strength was terrifying. Though he had not appeared in years, none had forgotten.
Perhaps he had secretly acquired one or two hidden techniques, passing them down without the outside world knowing.
*Boom!*
The demon butterfly was sent flying. Its lightning was formidable, no weaker than Shi Yi’s, yet it had still lost.
The Dual-Pupiled One was fearsome—his eyes could magnify the slightest flaw infinitely, then exploit it. Given even the smallest opening, he would crush his foe like a storm.
*Whoosh!*
As the lightning dissipated, the demon butterfly, unwilling to concede, transformed into a streak of light and charged again. Its wings, like twin immortal swords, were so radiant they blinded the eyes, unleashing countless killing rays.
Divine light erupted from those wings, sweeping forward in waves, shattering peaks and valleys alike, reducing them to rubble.
The crowd trembled in horror. Those crystalline wings truly resembled immortal swords—unmatched in sharpness, their light unstoppable as they slashed toward Shi Yi.
Shi Yi showed no fear. His eyes opened, unleashing a terrifying array of glyphs accompanied by divine resonance. A hazy radiance composed of mysterious symbols enveloped the battlefield.
The sight was astonishing—as if the heavens themselves were being parted. The misty glow resembled primordial chaos, surging violently.
“Dual Pupils Parting the Heavens!” someone cried out.
The legends were true—Shi Yi’s eyes possessed boundless mystical power, capable of suppressing foes. His divine gaze stabilized the very fabric of the world.
The demon butterfly struggled, but its wings gradually stiffened, bound in the void. Their light dimmed, unable to unleash sword rays. The entire battlefield fell into silence.
“What else do you have?”
Though immobilized, the Netherworld Demon Butterfly remained composed, its voice cold and clear—surprisingly, it was the voice of a young girl.
Shi Yi did not respond. His body blazed with light, and with a thunderous roar, countless glyphs manifested around him. Most terrifying of all were the several divine caves that appeared, each harboring a god-like entity.
Within one cave dwelled a five-colored peacock, its wings spread in a resplendent display, majestic and awe-inspiring.
Another cave housed a Bixi—ferocious as a divine tiger, crowned with dragon horns, its body radiating piercing light as it roared skyward.
A third cave contained a golden roc, forged as if from pure gold, its eyes crackling with electricity, its aura surging like that of an ancient celestial being.
A fourth…
Five divine caves in total blazed with light, each inhabited by a terrifying entity—five-colored peacock, Bixi, golden-winged roc—all swirling around Shi Yi amidst a rain of dazzling radiance, elevating him to the status of a king of gods, overlooking the mortal realm.
The crowd was stunned. This was the pinnacle of treasure technique mastery—each of the five divine arts condensed into a single glyph, nurtured within a divine cave, giving birth to these ancient divine beasts!
“One glyph, one supreme treasure technique!”
“One divine cave nurturing one supreme entity!”
People exclaimed in shock. This was too terrifying—only those with unparalleled talent and comprehension of glyphs could manifest such phenomena!
“Truly worthy of the Dual-Pupiled One. Such individuals, if allowed to mature naturally, become beings comparable to ancient sages and deities!”
The experts of various clans trembled. This human youth was simply invincible!
Beyond the crowd, Little Rascal pulled out a handful of golden sand and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing expressionlessly.
On his hair, the thumb-sized Living Stone, smooth as jade and glowing faintly gold, wailed in despair:
“That was supposed to be for me! Why are you eating it again?!”
“Eat it, refine it all,” Little Rascal muttered, his words muffled as he chewed the crystalline grains. “I really wish I were two or three years older.”
“Regardless, you shouldn’t eat divine sand! You can’t digest this stuff!”
The Divine Striking Stone was heartbroken, watching him waste such treasures.
“You don’t understand.”
Though chewing the golden sand, Little Rascal seemed lost in thought, memories of the past flashing through his mind.
The Divine Striking Stone stared at him, suddenly realizing that beneath his seemingly ruthless exterior, there was something deeply buried—a desperate drive to grow stronger at all costs.
“Is that god-like youth your rival?” the Living Stone asked.
*Thunk!*
Little Rascal rapped it on the head. “I am invincible!”
The stone protested, “Hit me again, and I’m leaving!”
Little Rascal grabbed it and bit down. “You’ve eaten so many treasures—you must be packed with divine essence. Let me taste you.”
“Help! Murder!”
The Divine Striking Stone shrieked as the savage child crunched down on it.
Shi Yi released the Netherworld Demon Butterfly, allowing it to vanish into the depths of the Heavenly Bone Restricted Zone, swallowed by the mist. Then, the Dual-Pupiled One followed, disappearing from sight.
*Boom!*
Half an hour later, an earth-shaking explosion erupted, causing the entire miniature world to tremble and glow.
The golden portals connecting the various domains began to blur, dimming rapidly before vanishing entirely.
The fragmented regions of the miniature world merged, becoming one unified realm—no longer divided by golden pathways.
The true Hundred Shattered Mountains had emerged, no longer segmented.
This opening was nearing its end. The next opportunity to enter would not come for another century.
And with this came true peril.
Since ancient times, it had always been thus—when the domains merged, not only did prodigies clash, but the most terrifying aspect was that the native inhabitants of the Hundred Shattered Mountains would begin their hunt!
*Roar—!*
A deep, resonant bellow shook the heavens. From the depths of the great mountain ranges, terrifying auras erupted, causing countless peaks to tremble.
These mighty beings—these natives—many of whom had long been confined to narrow territories, were now fully unleashed, rampaging from their domains.
As if obeying some command, they began slaughtering the foreign prodigies who had trespassed into their lands!
*Screech—!*
A swarm of colossal bats took flight, their wings beating like thunder. Each was as large as a wyvern, freed from a sealed abyss, blotting out the sky as they surged in all directions.
A silver panther awoke from a mist-shrouded valley, rising to a height of hundreds of meters. Its silver scales gleamed as it leaped, landing atop a mountain peak with a thunderous crash—its massive claws reducing the summit to rubble.
*Crack!*
An active volcano split apart as a crimson dire bull charged forth, treading upon molten lava. Its roar shook the miniature world, splitting the surrounding landscape.
“These outsiders have plundered our spirit herbs and treasures, frolicking here long enough. Now, our feast begins!”
A beast with emerald eyes and golden pupils spoke. Emerging from a vast lake, it resembled a qilin, antlered and armored in crimson scales, its tail a steel whip, claws razor-sharp. Mist and radiant light swirled around it.
Upon a towering peak, a peacock and a golden roc stood side by side, surveying the land. Then, their bodies erupted with radiant energy, shattering the mountain as they took to the skies, soaring into the heavens.
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