Amidst the nine heavens, black feathers danced like shadows, and monstrous claws tore through the sky, unleashing a rain of blood—a sight both terrifying and awe-inspiring. The battle raged with unparalleled ferocity. The gray-haired elder had descended into madness, while the four supreme powerhouses fought with desperate resolve. Radiant auras clashed, auspicious lights intertwined, and an overwhelming tide of killing intent surged as the conflict reached its zenith.
**”Pfft!”**
Like an ancient deity, the gray-haired elder was unstoppable. With a single strike, he cleaved through the shoulder of the humanoid entity from the Southern Fall Divine Mountain, nearly splitting the creature in half. The broken sword in his hand blazed with newfound brilliance, its rust flaking away to reveal a radiance surpassing even the stars. It seemed capable of reflecting souls, stirring a slow awakening within the elder, unleashing an indomitable aura that slaughtered all in its path.
Runes intertwined like cascading rivers of starlight, descending from beyond the heavens. The broken sword slashed forward like a blazing sun, severing one of the Qiong Qi’s horns with a resounding **”clang!”** The beast howled in agony.
The roars of beasts shook the heavens as blood rained down. The elder, now one with the broken sword, ascended into an invincible state, exuding an aura of supremacy—**”Who dares challenge me?”** His divine might was unassailable.
**”Kill him!”** The four supreme powerhouses bellowed, fighting with everything they had, determined to slay him together.
**”This old bastard is a nuisance, but let’s see how long his madness lasts!”** the Devouring Sky Sparrow snarled. They had already discerned the elder’s fatal flaw—an ancient sword embedded in his skull, destabilizing him, black blood oozing ceaselessly.
The elder roared, his eyes hollow yet brimming with ever-intensifying killing intent. Sword energy pierced the clouds as black runes flickered, forming divine chains that interwove in the sky. The sight was eerie—chains clinking like immortal metal, gleaming with dark radiance, sealing the retreat of the four powerhouses.
The black chains spread, seeking to ensnare them all, their crystalline sheen exuding a terrifying presence. A mist gradually enveloped the nine heavens.
**”Kill!”** The four powerhouses, realizing the dire situation, fought with renewed desperation. This elder was monstrous, a true progenitor of his era, capable of standing against all four of them—and growing stronger by the moment.
A colossal wing, spanning thousands of miles, swept through the void, shattering meteors beyond the heavens. The Qiong Qi’s roar alone made the nine heavens tremble. The humanoid entity from the Southern Fall Divine Mountain radiated light, wielding a golden bone banner that shook the cosmos, making even distant stars quiver. The powerhouse from Mount Yi emanated sacred brilliance, his divine halo expanding like a golden sun pressing down upon the firmament.
The four powerhouses charged relentlessly, seeking to sever the black chains and slay the elder in the heavens, eradicating the threat once and for all.
Yet, the elder’s strength surpassed their wildest imaginations. His potential seemed limitless—the more he fought, the mightier he became. His broken sword blazed as he slashed horizontally and vertically, **”Pfft!”** severing another wing from the Devouring Sky Sparrow. Blood sprayed high, staining the nine heavens crimson.
**”Sssshhh!”**
A sword beam, radiant as a rainbow, pierced through the Qiong Qi’s chest, leaving a gaping, bloody hole. Simultaneously, the two humanoid entities suffered grievous wounds—the powerhouse from Mount Yi had his divine halo split, a chunk of his skull hacked off, forcing a terrified scream. The Southern Fall powerhouse fared no better, his golden bone banner shattered, fingers severed, blood gushing as he hastily retreated.
**”The Ancestor is divine!”**
**”Avenge the Guardian Spirit!”**
On the ground, the disciples of the Sky Mending Pavilion roared with fervor, their blood boiling. They yearned for the elder to annihilate all four supreme powerhouses.
Decades, even centuries-old disciples had returned, some from even more ancient times, rallying to the cause. The besieged disciples had broken free, and witnessing this spectacle, many were tempted to charge back into the fray.
**”Do not act recklessly! Survival is paramount. This is the result of Marquis Ling Tian, the Qishan Clan Lord, and War King’s intervention. Do not waste their sacrifice!”** The Pavilion Master restrained them, his gaze lifting to the heavens with unease. The elder’s condition was deteriorating—the ancient sword embedded in his skull trembled, cracks spreading as black blood soaked his hair.
True enough, after a fierce battle that left the four powerhouses severely wounded, the elder staggered. Though he roared defiantly, he could not pull the sword free. With a metallic **”clang,”** the blade sank deeper, widening the fractures in his skull. Black blood spilled from his lips as his body swayed.
**”We must go!”** the Pavilion Master bellowed, his heart bleeding as he surveyed the ruined sanctuary, now overrun by enemies undergoing their own baptism. Helplessness gnawed at him.
The Guardian Spirit had fallen. The progenitor, long thought dead, had inexplicably returned—but his time was running out. Soon, the Devouring Sky Sparrow, Qiong Qi, and others would break free, unleashing their full wrath.
**”Stop them! Let none escape!”**
Shouts erupted as countless warriors looked skyward, sensing the elder’s weakening state. Fear faded, replaced by renewed aggression.
**”The Sky Mending Pavilion’s progenitor perished in antiquity! This is but a lingering remnant—do not fear!”**
**”Kill them all!”**
In an instant, the battlefield erupted once more, the besiegers tightening their encirclement.
**”Do not linger! Split up and flee!”** the Pavilion Master commanded, ordering his disciples to scatter in all directions.
Fortunately, they had already breached the main encirclement—their situation was far better than before.
**”Senior Brother, stay safe! I take my leave with a group of disciples!”**
**”Good. We part ways now. Whoever survives must rebuild the Sky Mending Pavilion!”**
Some bid farewell to the Pavilion Master before leading their own groups into the fray, carving paths through the chaos.
Elder Mu Yan, Elder Liu, and other ancestral figures fought with equal ferocity, staining the earth with blood to forge escape routes.
**”ROAR—You shall not escape!”**
Golden light flickered in the distance—a terrifying entity from the Ancient Divine Mountains had arrived: the Golden Beast, blocking one path.
**”The Tuoba Clan’s ancestors stand here! None shall flee!”**
From another direction, old men bellowed, their eyes flashing with divine lightning as they led a dark tide of warriors.
**”The Flying Python King of the Western Mausoleum Beast Mountain is here! Who dares run?!”**
A colossal python, gleaming with radiant light, coiled like a mountain range, sealing another escape route.
Every direction was blocked by formidable foes—the situation was far graver than imagined.
**”Mere clowns dare bar my path?!”** War King’s voice thundered as he charged forth, shattering enemy lines and leading the charge.
**”Kill them!”**
Elder Mu Yan, the Thunder Ancestor, unleashed spherical lightning, incinerating swathes of enemies into charred husks that exploded midair.
This was a battlefield of nightmares. The Sky Mending Pavilion’s disciples fought across all directions, only to find more enemies lying in wait—forcing them into an endless bloodbath.
**”Slaughter them!”**
**”Let none escape!”**
The chaos was absolute. Every faction with a grudge against the Sky Mending Pavilion had struck today. Most terrifying of all, ancient powers like Mount Yi had openly declared their stance, dispatching the Golden Beast—a catastrophic omen.
Amidst the carnage, the Little Rascal fought blindly, drenched in blood, unsure which elder he was even following anymore. He simply hacked his way through the throngs, direction lost.
**”Pfft!”**
Six or seven elders, shielding their juniors at the forefront, were slaughtered by a monstrous ancient beast—its claw alone could pulverize mountains.
**”Elders!”** The disciples wailed.
**”You beasts!”**
A furious roar echoed as the Pavilion Master and Elder Tao Ye arrived, wielding the Sky Mending Pavilion’s supreme treasure—a golden gourd.
**”BOOM!”**
The gourd expanded, shrouded in primordial mist, crushing the ancient beast into a bloody mist. The onlookers recoiled in horror, clearing a path.
**”You dare kill my disciples?!”**
A Golden Beast emerged—humanoid, draped in golden fur, a divine servant of the Ancient Beasts, wielding terrifying power.
**”Hummm!”**
The golden gourd blazed once more, hurled forth with a deafening **”BOOM!”** sending the Golden Beast flying, blood spurting from its mouth.
**”Incredible… a true supreme treasure!”** the Golden Beast gasped.
This gourd held a storied past. It was a fruit born from the Guardian Spirit’s vine, though prematurely plucked due to the ancient wars that ravaged the land. The vine, defending the sanctuary, had suffered wounds that never healed, leading to its eventual demise.
The gourd, immature and unstable, should have dissipated upon detachment. Yet, the Pavilion’s sages had poured countless resources into preserving it, refining it into a guardian artifact. Though incomplete, its divine origins made it formidable.
The battle here surpassed all expectations.
The Little Rascal fled with the crowd, the battlefield fracturing beyond their ability to intervene. Survival was the only option.
**”Kill!”**
Amidst the chaos, the disciples scattered into smaller groups, each fleeing in different directions.
**”Big Fatty!”**
The Little Rascal’s eyes widened—Princess Huo Ling’er stood atop a distant peak, beside a luminous ancient war chariot.
**”Father, save my senior brothers and sisters!”** she pleaded.
**”Very well. You succeeded in your baptism here, and we owe them a debt. I shall save this group.”**
A majestic voice resonated from the chariot.
**”BOOM!”**
The war chariot erupted in light, like a sun, countless runes igniting to illuminate the heavens. A terrifying aura surged like an ocean.
The Tuoba Clan’s ancestors, pursuing this group, froze in shock. The Sky Mending Pavilion’s leader here was drenched in blood, his body on the verge of collapse.
At this moment, the chariot’s radiance enveloped the area, ending the battle. The voice boomed:
**”Tuoba Clan, withdraw.”**
**”Fire Nation’s Human Emperor, you should not interfere!”** a Tuoba elder protested.
**”I will interfere.”**
Only those words.
**”You—!”**
The Tuoba Clan seethed but dared not defy.
**”Hummm!”**
Golden runes formed a barrier, whisking the Sky Mending Pavilion’s disciples away, teleporting them miles to safety.
**”You—!”**
Tuoba youths moved to block, but their elders yanked them back, fearing the Human Emperor’s wrath.
They turned to leave, seeking alternate routes to continue the chase.
Yet, the Human Emperor raised a hand. A blazing light shot from the chariot, sealing the mountain path ahead.
**”This is too much! One day, we will—”**
A Tuoba genius gritted his teeth—only for a divine beam to lash toward him.
A Tuoba elder, horrified, unleashed a tidal wave of runes to intercept.
**”Pfft!”**
The elder’s arm exploded into bloody mist—the Human Emperor’s might was absolute. His descendant was reduced to pulp.
**”We retreat!”**
The Tuoba elders fled without another word.
The war chariot, now carrying Princess Huo Ling’er, soared into the sky, runes crackling like lightning. None dared obstruct its path as it vanished beyond the horizon.
Hundreds of Sky Mending Pavilion disciples had escaped—all thanks to the Human Emperor.
The Little Rascal, watching from afar, smacked his forehead in frustration.
**”Big Fatty’s father was there?! If only I’d gone that way!”**
Now, he was stranded—chaos behind him, emptiness ahead.
**”I run!”**
He plunged back into the fray, joining another group of Sky Mending Pavilion disciples.
This was a massacre unseen in centuries. Though they had escaped the sanctuary, the pursuit was relentless.
The skies swarmed with deadly avian predators, the earth teemed with hunters—this was a war of attrition.
He didn’t know if others had succeeded, but his group was in dire straits. Initially led by Elder Mu Yan, they had since splintered into smaller bands amidst the chaos.
Not all encounters were hostile. Some nobles, owing debts to the Sky Mending Pavilion for nurturing their descendants, offered aid. Some disciples were rescued—but the Little Rascal had no such luck, watching opportunities slip by again and again.
**”Bear Child! Where will you run now?!”**
A voice boomed from behind—enemies had locked onto him, charging straight for him.
**”The Four Great Clans!”**
His heart pounded as he fled.
**”Big Red, stop pretending! Move!”**
Beside him, aside from Qing Feng, were two beasts—the Big Red Bird and Bald Two, disguised in hides, sprinting madly to evade aerial hunters. Flying was suicide with so many skyborne killers lying in wait.
Another desperate chase ensued. The Little Rascal leapt onto the Big Red Bird’s back, urging it to skim low over the ground.
Half an hour later, they shook off pursuit—but the Big Red Bird was nearly torn apart.
**”I need rest… or I’m done for!”**
It collapsed, panting, as they landed in a secluded spot, far from the battlefield.
The elder’s fate remained unknown.
Then—
A streak of black light.
**”Clang!”**
A broken sword fell before them.
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