“The ancient divine birds and savage beasts are born with formidable physiques, close to divinity from birth, their future paths vast and boundless. In contrast, the human race starts weak, slowly cultivating through hardship, with only one in countless millions transcending to become a god.” Some ancient families had elders murmuring, as a corner of the bronze divine scripture appeared, startling even those of their caliber.
“The path of human cultivation is initially rugged, fraught with countless hardships and dangers. Only those with immense perseverance and extraordinary talent can forge their own divine path, rising above the masses—truly one in a million,” pondered the patriarch of a great clan, whispering to himself. “Generations of sages have concluded that some burn and release their potential too early, finding the early path smooth but possibly faltering later.”
Young disciples hearing this gradually gained confidence. “He’s terrifying even as a child, like an ancient savage beast. It’s hard to say if he can maintain such momentum. Human potential is ultimately limited—invincible in the Blood-Moving Realm, but perhaps not as dazzling in the Cave-Heaven Realm. He might gradually decline.”
In truth, not only the Rain Clan and the ancient Tuoba family but even those who initially bore no grudge against Little Rascal were drawn to the spectacle. These were all prodigies, heaven-defying talents. Some stood cold-faced, gazing into the distance as if piercing through the void, eager to challenge that ferocious child.
“Entering the Cave-Heaven Paradise, there will surely be a battle!” They thirsted for opponents, yearning for a climactic fight.
At the starting grounds, Little Rascal was overjoyed. At this moment, he didn’t resemble a killing star at all—his long lashes fluttered, his large eyes sparkled, and he grinned brightly, his little tiger teeth gleaming. “This is fantastic! I love treasure techniques the most—this is truly a world-shaking divine ability! Records, bronze treasure books—mine, mine, all mine!” he shouted.
At this moment, he was both innocent and slightly ferocious, his eyes like black gemstones, eventually curving into crescent moons with laughter, leaving the crowd speechless.
“Kid, it seems you owe us a debt,” Old Man Fine Jade said with a dark expression.
Bird Grandpa also approached, unusually agitated, eyeing the little terror with the first impulse to rob him—the allure of the treasure book was too great, enough to tempt even pure-blooded creatures.
“When did I owe you anything?” The little terror stepped back, looking confused.
Old Man Fine Jade’s face darkened instantly. Getting the bronze treasure book was hopeless, but what about those jars of precious blood from ancient descendants? Was that also going to vanish? This brat seemed determined to deny everything.
“You didn’t forget, did you?!” Bird Grandpa whispered.
“Oh, I remember now! The three of us worked together on this, so naturally, you’ll get your share,” Little Rascal said. He promptly took out several jars of precious blood and handed them over.
The radiant jade jars glowed, their contents shimmering with misty light, breathtakingly beautiful. Everyone was stunned—this was the precious blood of ancient descendants, each jar priceless, enough to tempt even the highest echelons of major sects, as it could help them break through to higher realms.
“Hey, did you hear that? The little terror said the three of them worked together. Did they conspire to deceive the major sects?” someone whispered.
“I think it’s possible! Look, that’s the blood of ancient descendants—just one jar could spark a bloody battle, yet this ferocious child casually gave away several. It’s absurdly generous.”
The murmurs spread, and the crowd eyed the trio with strange expressions.
Old Man Fine Jade and Bird Grandpa were momentarily stunned. This brat was truly wicked—handing them the blood in such a situation was practically sabotaging them! Take it or not? If they took it, the ancient sects would surely hate them, confirming their collusion with the little terror.
“Kid, you can eat nonsense, but don’t spout nonsense! Don’t frame us!” The two old men glared, ready to fight.
“Do you want it or not? Give me a straight answer,” the little terror asked innocently.
“You little devil, you’re ruthless!” Old Man Fine Jade muttered under his breath.
“Of course we want it!” Bird Grandpa also whispered, not daring to let others hear.
“If you want it, take it. If not, don’t ask me for it later.” Little Rascal urged them, holding out the glowing jars.
Everyone stared at the two old men—this was beyond shameless.
“Fine, if you don’t want it, I’ll take it back. Consider us even.” Little Rascal stuffed the jars into his bag and turned to leave, delighted.
“Kid, you framed us and think you can just walk away? Not happening.” The two old men lunged at him, attacking.
“Pfft, if you want the blood and the bronze book, just say so. You think I’m scared of you?” The little terror scoffed.
“Boom!”
A wave of flames surged forth, like magma erupting from the earth, drowning the area in crimson fire—Bird Grandpa had struck, his power terrifying.
Everyone paled—this was undoubtedly a hidden top-tier expert, displaying the pinnacle of Blood-Moving Realm strength.
Even Little Rascal’s expression changed. This old man was unimaginably strong, unlike anyone he’d encountered before in the starting grounds.
“Boom!”
Lightning erupted from his palm, a string of orbs shooting forth like ten stars piercing the sun. Ten violet stars collided with a blazing sun, unleashing a light too dazzling to behold.
The world turned into a sea of purple, thunder boiling from the collision of spherical lightning, its divine might shaking the world.
Little Rascal had unleashed an immensely powerful treasure technique, fearing mishaps. The strike forced everyone to retreat, their souls trembling in fear.
“This brat is truly vicious!” Bird Grandpa yelled. When the light faded, he was charred black, his robes in tatters, nearly disintegrated. His hair and beard stood on end like a porcupine’s, still crackling with electricity.
“Chirp chirp…”
Elsewhere, a bird shrieked, fleeing desperately as the little terror gave chase.
Bird Grandpa shouted, “Stop! Don’t hurt it!”
Little Rascal was too fast. With a stomp, the rocky ground shattered as he launched himself higher than a mountain, catching the bird effortlessly.
This was a strange yet powerful divine sparrow, wreathed in flames and five-colored light. Earlier, it had dive-bombed sect disciples, roasting them half-alive, terrifying everyone.
Now, it was being plucked mercilessly by the little terror, feathers flying everywhere as it wailed.
“You dared ambush me? Almost burned my hair off! I’ll pluck you bald and roast you!” the little terror snarled. A lock of his hair had been singed—proof of the bird’s strength.
“Stop plucking! I won’t trouble you anymore,” Bird Grandpa pleaded.
Seeing this, Old Man Fine Jade immediately backed off, not daring to act. He knew Bird Grandpa’s strength—if even he couldn’t gain the upper hand and got electrocuted black, how terrifying was this little terror?
In the end, the bird was half-plucked, fleeing back to Bird Grandpa’s shoulder, eyeing the little terror like a ghost, too scared to act up again.
“I’ve decided—I still want the blood. So what if the major sects come? I’m not afraid of them,” Old Man Fine Jade declared, whispering to the little terror.
“No!” Little Rascal clutched his bag protectively, like a beast guarding its prey. “You said you didn’t want it earlier.”
“Who said we didn’t? Of course we do!” Bird Grandpa chimed in.
“You’re both so old and so strong—you don’t need it,” the little terror said “considerately,” kindly explaining for them.
“Enough nonsense! Hand it over, or we’ll team up with the major sects and make your life miserable,” Old Man Fine Jade threatened.
“Bring it on! Who’s scared of who?” The little terror charged, immediately unleashing the Kun Peng treasure technique. An endless ocean surged behind him as a colossal fish leaped, runes flooding the sky to suppress the old men.
“Boom!”
Old Man Fine Jade staggered back, shaking his arms and grimacing as his treasure technique dimmed rapidly.
Little Rascal was solemn. Indeed, Old Man Fine Jade and Bird Grandpa were top-tier experts—otherwise, how could they withstand his strike? These two were extraordinary.
Most others would’ve been annihilated instantly, their bodies exploding mid-air if they faced such an attack.
“Elders, here—this is your share of the blood.” Eventually, Little Rascal grinned, handing over several jars.
“Kid, what’s your game?” The two were wary, not quite trusting him.
“I keep my word.” Little Rascal sidled up, slinging an arm around their shoulders.
The two old men’s hairs stood on end. This brat was extremely dangerous—getting this close made them nervous.
Many sect experts had been obliterated by him. At this range, if the little terror went berserk, they’d be in trouble.
Little Rascal didn’t attack, whispering to them warmly and familiarly.
“Are you serious?” The two old men were instantly tempted, unable to resist the allure.
“Of course!” Little Rascal thumped his chest.
“Good! Lend us the bronze treasure book for a look when the time comes!”
“Naturally.” Little Rascal took out the bronze fragment, showing it but not handing it over. He promised that if they cooperated, they’d be family, and he’d share future gains.
“Kid, the price we’re paying is too high. Our reputations are ruined because of you,” Old Man Fine Jade grumbled.
“Pfft, you two are already infamous swindlers. What reputation do you have left?” Little Rascal scoffed.
“No, we need to negotiate better terms. This won’t do,” Bird Grandpa said.
“Then forget it!” Little Rascal stood firm.
Finally, the three huddled together, bickering for half a day, oblivious to the odd looks from others.
At last, the sun set, night fell, and Little Rascal vanished, leaving the Divine Void Realm.
“Whew…”
Under the great willow tree, Little Rascal opened his eyes. Crossing the gate of order, he instantly returned to the village, his spirit reuniting with his body—far faster than his first attempt. Clearly, the Willow Deity had grown stronger.
Now, the village was bathed in twilight, peaceful and serene. A group of aunts bustled about, the aroma of cooking meat and fresh berries filling the air.
On the horizon, a group of men returned with a mountain of prey, their long shadows stretching under the setting sun.
“Little Rascal, you’re awake!”
Skinny Monkey, Snot-Nose, Second Fierce, Tiger, and others rushed over, piling onto him, demanding tales of the Divine Void Realm. Even the Crimson Bird, Purple Cloud, Great Peng, and Baldie II crowded around, clearly restless to enter.
“Brat, see this? We hunted enough to last days. Tomorrow, you’re taking us with you!” Stone Forest Tiger, Stone Flying Serpent, and the other men crowded around, eyes blazing with eagerness. Even the village chief, Stone Cloud Peak, looked tempted.
Little Rascal was ecstatic. His gains this time were enormous—he just grinned foolishly, barely hearing their questions.
“Big Brother, tell us! Can we all go?” Qing Feng shook his arm.
“Don’t worry. The whole village can go—as long as you’ve reached the Blood-Moving Realm. Otherwise, your spirit isn’t strong enough to enter,” Little Rascal assured.
“Amazing! Finally, we’ll see the outside world! I’m so excited—I want to go now!”
“Can’t wait! I’m itching to explore the Divine Void Realm!”
The children cheered, flipping with excitement. Raised in the wilderness, they’d never seen the vast outside world and yearned to know more.
Like caged birds finally freed, their longing and exhilaration were palpable.
Even Stone Forest Tiger and the others pumped their fists, roaring impatiently.
“Uncles, once inside, don’t go wild. Don’t mistake people’s battle pets for prey,” Little Rascal warned.
Stone Flying Serpent laughed. “Brat, you think we’re savages? We won’t be as brutal as you. Qing Feng told us—you ate an entire region clean in Hundred Ruins Mountain. The other geniuses fled at the sight of you.”
“Actually, don’t worry. Once there, treat it like home. I’ve arranged two guardians to guide and protect everyone.”
Little Rascal’s long haggling with Old Man Fine Jade and Bird Grandpa had secured this—two top experts to watch over the villagers, his greatest gain, ensuring their safety.
“I’ve got plenty of ancient descendants’ blood. Everyone can undergo baptism—there are over a dozen jars.”
Little Rascal had no use for the blood himself—he had the true blood of the Devouring Sparrow and the Qiong Qi, and the Willow Deity would personally baptize him.
He wanted to bestow this fortune upon Stone Forest Tiger, Stone Flying Serpent, Big Sturdy, Second Fierce, and others who lacked such opportunities.
That night, the village couldn’t sleep.
Even Big Sturdy, Skinny Monkey, and the men—usually loud snorers—were too excited to rest, eventually gathering outside, waiting for dawn.
They’d never left these wilds, never seen the ancient kingdoms, and yearned to glimpse the wider world.
Finally, the sun rose, golden rays piercing the mist, warming the land.
The villagers wolfed down breakfast and hurried to the great willow tree, the children howling with excitement, the adults pacing impatiently.
“Remember the method I taught you. Focus your spirit—we’re entering the Divine Void Realm.”
They bowed to the Willow Deity, then sat cross-legged, calming their minds to sense the realm.
The Willow Deity’s green shoot pierced the heavens, tearing open a portal wreathed in runes and lightning.
“Go!”
Their spirits soared, landing in a strange, ruined land.
“Not here—keep going!” Little Rascal hurriedly guided them away as they eyed the ruins like treasure hunters.
“By the gods… They didn’t take the normal path but tore through chaos, entering from the Divine Wasteland?” Baldie II muttered, stunned.
Finally, Little Rascal led them onto a golden road, emerging in the starting grounds.
“Wow! So magical! We walked out of a golden path—like piercing through space!”
“This is so fun! Can we go back and do it again?”
The children marveled at everything, chattering excitedly, giving Little Rascal a headache.
“Look! Treasure! Let’s smash it—it’s a bone!”
The younger ones stood on a boulder, eyeing the primal bone, ready to strike.
The starting grounds were crowded—many had come to see the little terror’s return.
Now, witnessing this rowdy group, everyone froze.
“This… feels like a pack of little terrors. What’s going on?” someone muttered.
On the boulder, Little Rascal felt overwhelmed. His friends scampered about, eyeing everything with curiosity—not a single one was tame.
“So many people! Hey, why’s that old man’s eyes glowing green?”
“That poor girl’s disfigured—she has a third eye. How unfair!”
Little Rascal groaned. The green-eyed elder was surely a powerful creature in human form, and the three-eyed woman was a formidable warrior of her race.
“Those old men are shameless—being waited on by two beauties at their age!” Snot-Nose said.
Ahead, two maidens served tea to a group of elders—clearly important figures from major sects.
“They’re with the little terror. This time, it’s a whole pack,” someone marveled.
“Nine flood dragons pulling a chariot—must be priceless!” Skinny Monkey nudged Little Rascal. “Enemies? Should we steal it?”
“There’s a golden bird carrying a purple-haired beauty—looks like that Golden-Winged Roc we ate last time!”
Little Rascal couldn’t take it anymore. Seeing their excitement, he couldn’t bear to dampen it, reluctantly leading them to Old Man Fine Jade and Bird Grandpa.
“That bird on the old man looks tasty.”
“Too small—not enough meat.”
At first sight, the children eyed Bird Grandpa’s shoulder companion hungrily, speculating if it was an ancient descendant.
“Brat! Stop right there! You can’t just dump these savages on us—this is too much!” Old Man Fine Jade and Bird Grandpa roared, sensing the wild, unruly nature of the group.
But Little Rascal was already gone, vanishing at top speed.
Luckily, Stone Forest Tiger and the others were more subdued, standing awkwardly.
“You lot seem decent—fairly honest,” Bird Grandpa nodded.
The men scratched their heads. Stone Forest Tiger whispered, “Elder, teach us a few treasure techniques?”
“We heard you’re top experts. Share some divine skills—once we’re invincible, your names will shine across the world!” Stone Flying Serpent added earnestly.
“This is ‘honest’?” Old Man Fine Jade scoffed.
“Never mind!” Bird Grandpa sighed, then shouted, “Kid! Where are you running off to?”
Little Rascal had already opened a golden path, leaving the starting grounds.
“I’m heading to higher-tier Cave-Heaven Paradises to conquer territory! Wait for me—in a day or two, I’ll bring you all there!”
With a flash, he vanished.
The starting grounds erupted. Everyone knew—the little terror was launching a thunderous campaign, unsatisfied with yesterday’s victories, ready to stir up even greater storms.
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