The Hundred Shattered Peaks is a perilous land with an astonishingly high mortality rate. Statistics show that even among the most talented who enter, barely forty percent survive—and in the most terrifying eras, far fewer than ten percent make it out alive. It is both a treasure trove and a blood-soaked demonic realm, where opportunity dances hand in hand with death. To reap its rewards, one must stake their very life as the price.
Chaos erupted across the Hundred Shattered Peaks as savage beasts, ferocious birds, and ancient humanoid creatures surged forth from every corner, their murderous auras terrifying as if they had clawed their way out of hell itself. With gaping maws, they lunged at the gathered elites.
“Ah—!”
Screams echoed almost instantly across the land. Ancient beasts emerged from the mountains, sweeping through the gathered prodigies of various clans—all of them monstrous entities, their strength defying reason.
A thunderous roar shook the earth as a colossal black **Hound** burst from the mountains. Though not of pure bloodline, its sheer size was staggering. As it charged, gales howled, and the very earth trembled beneath its steps. With a single snap of its blood-drenched jaws, it devoured a towering silver-blooded giant whole. Then, with a swipe of its claws, three prodigies exploded into gore, their essence swallowed into its maw.
“Kill it!”
The elites of various clans cried out in horror, rallying to resist. But the beast’s eyes gleamed coldly as it unleashed a dazzling burst of light, detonating in their midst. Flesh was torn asunder, limbs scattered—none could withstand its might. With another gulp, it swallowed over a dozen prodigies whole, like a demonic king of slaughter, unstoppable and merciless.
Even in the ancient era when gods walked the earth, the **True Hound** was a being of unmatched terror, feared by all living things. Slaying deities was nothing extraordinary for them. Even their impure descendants, inheriting only fragments of their bloodline, could cultivate to terrifying heights, dominating all in their path.
This black **Hound** was a living testament to that legacy. It carved a path of carnage, devouring dozens—if not hundreds—of powerful beings, crushing all opposition effortlessly. Of course, its strength was also the result of centuries of cultivation, its power now monstrous beyond measure. It roared, seeking the strongest pure-blooded creatures, hoping to devour them and ascend further in its evolutionary path.
The prodigies had no right to complain. They had chosen to enter the Hundred Shattered Peaks, knowing full well the risks. Opportunities here demanded payment in blood—those who lacked the strength had no one to blame but themselves.
“ROAR—!”
The black **Hound** bellowed, charging toward the densest clusters of prodigies, leaving a trail of slaughter in its wake.
And this was happening everywhere. Ferocious birds and beasts, freed from their ancient seals, rampaged across the land, their eyes gleaming with hunger as they sought the strongest prey.
What was once a land of treasures—where prodigies sought spirit herbs, divine artifacts, and the lost scriptures of sages—had now transformed into a hellscape of slaughter. The natives had turned them into mere sustenance.
The most terrifying zones were the **Treasure Cliff**, the **Hundred Herb Garden**, and the **Heavenly Bone Forbidden Zone**, among seven or eight others. All the ancient monsters of the Hundred Shattered Peaks had converged here, hunting for the descendants of divine birds and pure-blooded beasts.
“WHOOSH—!”
A tempest erupted as a **Horned Lion-Dragon**, towering hundreds of meters tall, surged forward. A single swipe of its claws shattered mountains, its overwhelming might crushing dozens of prodigies beneath it.
With a snarl, it exhaled a storm of radiant blades—dozens of prodigies were bisected, their remains sucked into the vortex of its maw.
The merciless slaughter had begun. This was no longer the same world as before—now a realm of blood and despair. The young prodigies, who should have grown into legends, now fled in terror, hunted by ancient horrors with nowhere to hide.
But they could blame no one. They had chosen this trial, seeking fortune at the cost of their lives.
A **Jade-Eyed Golden-Beast** appeared at the outskirts of the **Treasure Cliff**, blocking the path of fleeing elites. Resembling a qilin but with monstrous fangs, it devoured swathes of prodigies in moments, blood dripping from its ivory teeth.
In ancient times, this beast was one of the **Ten Great Mounts**, revered by sages not just for its majesty, but for its overwhelming power.
“ROAR—!”
Bodies fell like rain at the outskirts of the **Treasure Cliff**, blood misting the air as the beast slaughtered without restraint. Its cultivation far surpassed all present.
This was a world dyed red, a landscape of chaos. The prodigies, once confident, now realized how abruptly their doom had arrived. Seeking fortune was now a fantasy—survival was their only goal.
This nightmare would last only a few days before the exit of the Hundred Shattered Peaks reopened, offering escape from this crimson hell.
A golden light blazed across the sky as a **Roc** spread its wings, blotting out the heavens as it descended upon the **Heavenly Bone Forbidden Zone**, dispersing the mist with its sheer presence. Its goal was clear—to hunt pure-blooded creatures, devour their flesh as medicinal treasures, and refine its own bloodline to ascend further.
“BOOM—!”
Its golden wings, spanning hundreds of meters, sheared through mountains as if they were paper, their surfaces left smooth as mirrors. The collapsing peaks sent dust clouds billowing into the sky.
To the prodigies, this was an unstoppable divine might. Even the descendants of ancient beasts stood no chance.
The **Roc** was selective, not rushing to kill indiscriminately. It sought only the strongest prey, disdainful of weaker beings after centuries of cultivation.
Dark clouds blotted the sun as swarms of **Bat-Dragons** descended—each several meters long, their numbers blackening the sky like a legion of winged terrors. Their sonic attacks shattered stone and metal, leaving victims bleeding from their ears, their bodies collapsing in agony.
This was a massacre. A single **Bat-Dragon** might not be fearsome, but an endless swarm? None could resist.
Below, corpses piled high as the creatures feasted.
Finally, the golden **Roc** grew displeased. With a furious cry, countless golden feathers shot forth, piercing dozens of **Bat-Dragons**, sending them crashing to the earth. Its dignity was not to be challenged—those who provoked it paid in blood.
Meanwhile, the cubs of ancient beasts, keenly perceptive, had long since fled, using great divine arts to conceal their presence.
“Too strong—time to run!”
**Little Rascal** blended into the fleeing crowds, staying at the edges rather than leading the charge.
Beyond the supreme overlords, countless other creatures—comparable in strength to the prodigies—also joined the hunt.
The survivors realized with horror that these beings had lain dormant when they first entered, unnoticed until now.
Eventually, **Little Rascal** escaped the **Heavenly Bone Forbidden Zone**, only to find that danger lurked everywhere. The Hundred Shattered Peaks, vast and teeming with life, had birthed countless horrors now slaughtering all in their path.
The forests ran red with blood as native predators—humanoid, bestial, even plant-based—feasted on the fallen, their gnashing teeth and the splatter of gore chilling to the bone.
It was a world of carnage.
**Little Rascal** noted that seventy percent of those who fled the **Forbidden Zone** with him had already perished, reduced to morsels for the ancient kings. Only shattered bones remained.
“Brother!” A human girl screamed in despair.
In the distance, a black-clad youth struggled futilely before a silver **Crocodile** snapped him in half, swallowing him whole.
“Run!” **Little Rascal** shouted.
But the girl, numb with grief, reacted too late. A **Razor-Beak Bird** swooped down, biting her in half with a sickening crunch.
Enraged, **Little Rascal** hurled a boulder weighing tens of thousands of pounds, smashing the bird out of the sky. But it was too late—the girl was already dead.
He didn’t linger. This was just one tragedy among countless others.
He fought his way through mountains of corpses, witnessing horrors at every turn.
“ROAR—!”
A savage beast snarled at him, fangs glinting as it unleashed a deadly technique.
“ROAR!” **Little Rascal** roared back even louder, baring his little white teeth as if *he* were the predator.
The beast hesitated—why did it suddenly feel like prey?
The battle was swift. **Little Rascal** beheaded it, blood gushing.
“Another powerful spirit beast. Even if its bone runes are shattered, its flesh is still a treasure!”
This was the twelfth such creature he had harvested since escaping the **Forbidden Zone**. He only kept the strongest—these were living elixirs!
“I promised to meet **Big Red**, **Fire Spirit**, and the **Nine-Headed Lion** near the center. I have to find them.”
Despite the danger, he pressed on, carving a bloody path forward.
“Huh? The closer to the center, the more overlord lairs there are!”
He had visited these places before, but back then, the volcanic craters and abysses had been sealed. Now, with the golden pathways gone and all seals broken, the heart of the Hundred Shattered Peaks had become a death zone.
“**Bifang**!”
He froze upon spotting the legendary divine bird near a cliff. In physical combat, he feared no one—but this creature had centuries of cultivation, its mastery of runes beyond compare.
“What’s it doing?”
This area was eerily quiet, as lesser beasts dared not trespass a king’s domain.
The **Bifang**, resembling a crane forged from blue-gold with crimson markings, moved cautiously through the brush toward a broken mountain—where a massive nest lay.
“This guy’s clever!” **Little Rascal**’s eyes gleamed.
While the overlords hunted for blood, their prey had turned the tables—sneaking into their lairs to plunder them blind.
Climbing a peak, he spotted a silver egg within the nest, glowing like molten metal, radiating divine light.
Once certain no guardian was present, the **Bifang** struck, piercing the egg with its beak and drinking its essence.
“Wasteful!” **Little Rascal** nearly cried. That egg could have hatched a supreme beast, granting a priceless technique!
But the **Bifang**, a true divine bird, had no need for lesser avian arts—it saw the egg only as nourishment.
“You don’t want it? Give it to me! I’d trade piles of spirit herbs for it!”
Grinding his teeth, he unleashed his **Cosmic Pouch**, sucking the cracked egg into it.
The **Bifang** looked up, enraged—especially upon recognizing the thieving human brat.
“Hand it over!” **Little Rascal** taunted, aiming the pouch at the bird.
Even the **Divine Striking Stone** in his hair was speechless at his audacity.
The **Bifang** shrieked, its body lurching toward the pouch—a supreme treasure with terrifying suction.
“Anchor!” The bird summoned 108 divine feathers, glowing like immortal swords, stabilizing itself.
Without hesitation, **Little Rascal** swung his broken sword.
The **Bifang** spat out a radiant orb—a supreme artifact—blocking the slash. The resulting explosion shattered the nest and the cliff itself.
When the dust settled, **Little Rascal** was gone.
Furious, the **Bifang** took to the skies—only to freeze as an even angrier presence approached.
A silver **Divine Bird**, like a streak of moonlight, streaked toward it—the egg’s true owner had returned.
The **Bifang** promptly fled.
“These guys are bold—raiding the heart of the Hundred Shattered Peaks while the overlords are away!”
**Little Rascal** pressed onward, spotting traces of other ancient beasts—**Zhujian**, **Chi Dragon**, and more.
He wasn’t the only one exploiting the chaos.
“I love this!”
His eyes sparkled with excitement. This was an opportunity too good to miss.
Soon, he spotted the violet-haired girl again, moving stealthily.
“Just what kind of divine beast *is* she? What’s she after?”
He crouched low, tailing her. If needed, he’d wrestle her again.
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