The light shimmered in a hazy blur, stars receding as if time itself was flowing backward. Little Rascal felt an uncanny sensation, as though he were traversing the vast sea of stars, a lone traveler crossing through the eons. Before he could indulge in further reverie, a golden passageway opened before him, revealing a new world. He stepped onto a colossal boulder, lifting his gaze to behold this paradise of a hidden realm.
In the initial lands, after a brief uproar, everyone began their return journey, eager to spread the news—this was undoubtedly a major event.
“What? He actually broke into a higher-tier paradise?”
“Just a child, yet daring to oppose the great sects—and so powerful at that. Truly an anomaly.”
Whether in the Void God Realm or the ancient kingdoms, everyone who heard of this was astonished. This was no mere boast—the holy terror had actually taken action. Just yesterday, rumors had spread, and today he had already entered the paradise. Swift and decisive, everyone witnessed the holy terror’s ruthless efficiency.
This naturally stirred a tremendous storm. People had seen his dominance in the initial lands, knew of his fearsome combat prowess, and countless eyes were now fixed upon him.
“That brat—wherever he goes, chaos follows. He’s nothing but a walking calamity!”
Within the Fire Nation’s imperial palace, a young woman clad in radiant crimson feathers murmured under her breath. Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, her beauty unparalleled. Though only fourteen or fifteen, her figure was already tall and graceful, her curves subtly alluring. This was none other than Huo Ling’er.
Soon, she recalled the holy terror’s nickname for her—”Big Fatty”—and gritted her teeth, her fair cheeks flushing with indignation. Never in her life had anyone dared to insult her figure. How could that little devil call her fat?!
Just then, a small gray creature scurried past her feet, a spiritual herb clutched in its jaws before vanishing with a *whoosh* into its little nest.
“Ungrateful wretch! Why must you listen to him so obediently? Every day, you demand the finest delicacies—do you intend to bankrupt my entire collection?” Huo Ling’er fumed.
The little wolf, nestled in its bed of spiritual grass, blinked its large eyes with an innocent expression.
“Fine. Let’s go to the Void God Realm and see how he gets humbled. Does he truly believe himself invincible? At the very least, I know of someone who could match him—though whether that person will appear remains to be seen.”
Mist curled and swirled, veiling a region akin to the celestial realms. Towering peaks loomed, radiating a sacred glow, adorned with all manner of spiritual herbs. Among them, a single saintly herb pulsed with the essence of the sun and moon, flickering in and out of sight amidst the haze.
A young woman in violet robes abruptly opened her eyes, emerging from a cave dwelling within a divine mountain. Gazing into the distance, she bit her crimson lips and muttered, “That shameless holy terror!”
Meanwhile, the Rain Clan and the ancient Tuoba lineage had also received the news and were making preparations.
“The initial lands are not the only entrance to the Desolate Wastelands. At the very least, the beings of the Primordial Divine Mountain do not pass through there. Moreover, many ancient descendants have alternate paths. Should we summon some individuals? Ideally, we could provoke the descendants of the Primordial beings to descend and slaughter that little brat.”
Some schemed, hoping to pit one enemy against another—to lure the legendary pure-blooded creatures into dealing with Little Rascal.
“We must not court disaster! Even our clan’s ancestors dare not tread those forbidden lands. It would bring calamity upon us!”
“The Primordial Divine Mountain must not be provoked. Even if you are a prince or a royal, your entire lineage could be wiped out. But… what if we lure beings from beyond our domain?”
The Desolate Wastelands were vast, its territories boundless. Yet beyond it lay other great domains.
“Forget it. It’s too distant—there’s no way to traverse such a distance.” Someone shook their head.
“Hmm, that’s not necessarily true. Some peerless geniuses, after achieving invincibility in their own domains, might cross over. We wouldn’t even need to invite them.”
Little Rascal marveled at everything around him. This high-tier realm was suffused with spiritual energy far denser than the initial lands, making it ideal for cultivation.
“Why does this feel no different from the real world? I thought my physical body had entered.”
He pondered once more—just what was this realm created by the deities worshipped by the ancient ancestors? Could it be that, upon reaching the pinnacle of cultivation, one could discard the physical body, leaving only the spirit to endure? Was this why it was called the God Realm?
“How terrifying. Without a body, what’s the point?”
Shaking his head, he leaped off the boulder. The surroundings were lush with fragrant flowers and melodious birdsong, a picturesque scene.
“Ah, an ancient herb. Let’s pluck it and see what effects it has.”
As he sprinted past a verdant mountain, he spotted an ancient herb rooted in the cliffside. With a swift jump, he plucked it and devoured it in a few bites, feeling a surge of vitality within him.
“A world constructed from spiritual energy—every plant and tree here corresponds to the outside world, manifesting whatever properties they possess. The gods truly are fearsome.”
“The holy terror has arrived!”
Ahead stood a city—not particularly large, but imposing nonetheless, resembling a slumbering sacred beast exuding faint radiance. Crowds gathered atop the walls, watching intently.
The paradise was vast, stretching endlessly. Only through this city could one access the various treasure lands; otherwise, traveling on foot would be futile. Nearly every major clan occupied a paradise, each separated by great distances, all connected via this city’s teleportation arrays.
“So this is Paradise City.”
Little Rascal halted, scrutinizing the ancient yet sturdy city built from spiritual energy, standing unshaken since antiquity.
From the old miser, he had learned that Paradise City was a crucial hub, granting access to all major paradises.
“The city’s name matches this paradise, suppressing cultivation to the Paradise Realm. Hmm, I’ve opened nine paradises—there shouldn’t be any danger.”
Yet, he also felt a flicker of anticipation. He hoped to encounter true adversaries—utterly crushing his foes would be dull. He sought to temper himself.
“Paradise City, here I come!”
With a mighty shout, he stomped the ground and shot skyward, leaping from a great distance before crashing down with a thunderous impact. The unyielding stone pavement shattered, fissures spiderwebbing across the street—a testament to his terrifying strength.
The crowd gaped. This child was truly ferocious—ignoring the city gates entirely, he had barreled in like a meteor.
Little Rascal scratched his head sheepishly. Expecting resistance, he had charged in headlong, unaware of the destruction he’d cause.
A stone tablet materialized, inscribed with glowing words—a warning from the Void God Realm. Any further damage to Paradise City would result in immediate expulsion.
The holy terror’s face turned ashen. He had only just returned after a two-year ban! If he were kicked out again, he might as well spit blood in frustration.
The onlookers, after a stunned pause, burst into laughter. Despite his savagery, the child had an undeniable comedic charm.
With a dejected air, Little Rascal treaded carefully forward, wary of accidentally demolishing the ancient city. He headed straight for the center, where rows of glyph teleportation arrays awaited, each leading to different destinations.
“Listen up! I know the major sects have forces stationed here. Starting with the Rain Clan and the Tuoba family—each must hand over ten vials of precious blood! Otherwise, I’ll come collect them myself!”
Standing at the city’s heart, he announced his arrival with all the bravado of a bandit—though his attempt at intimidation fell somewhat short.
Yet no one laughed. They knew he was dead serious. The holy terror had come for vengeance—the great powers that had besieged the Sky Mending Pavilion would now face his wrath.
The city erupted into uproar. Though the child’s words were audacious, none doubted his capacity for devastation. He might truly inflict catastrophic losses upon those sects.
“Any Rain Clan members here? You’re up first—deliver ten vials of ancient descendant blood within the hour, or I’ll pay you a personal visit!”
Swiftly, the news spread—especially in the real-world capital of the Stone Kingdom. The Rain Clan’s estate seethed with fury.
This monstrous child had singled them out first, issuing such a blatant threat. Even if they had the blood, surrendering it would be an unbearable humiliation.
As the hour neared its end, Little Rascal declared, “I’ve decided—I’ll formally declare war on the Rain Clan! I’ll uproot them entirely, erasing their presence from this paradise!”
The uproar was immense. A mere child, vowing to annihilate an ancient clan’s foundation in this realm—this was no small matter.
This was the Rain Clan’s stronghold in the Void God Realm, where their younger generation cultivated. Losing it would be akin to having their ancestral home razed.
The repercussions would be staggering—not just in the Void God Realm, but in reality as well. Countless cultivators rushed into the Void God Realm to witness the spectacle firsthand.
“Did you hear? A child plans to single-handedly exterminate the Rain Clan, wiping out their foundation!”
“Impossible! The Rain Clan is a behemoth—how could a mere child topple them?”
“Don’t forget—this holy terror has earned the title ‘Scourge of Gods and Men.’ He’s never suffered a major defeat. He might just shatter the heavens this time.”
Within the Rain Clan’s estate, rage and tension mingled. This was a spectacle under the gaze of countless onlookers. Why had they been targeted first?
All the ancient kingdoms, legacies, and great powers were watching. If they lost, the shame would be unbearable.
“He’s too arrogant! To challenge our entire clan alone? Slay him until his spirit disperses! Prepare the ultimate weapons—ensure both his avatar and true self perish!”
“Yet we must admit—he is monstrously talented. At suppressed realms, the outcome is uncertain.”
“Has Yi’er emerged from the Ancient Sacred Academy? If he has, bring him here! At the same realm, he’ll crush that holy terror into pulp!”
In the Void God Realm’s Paradise City, Little Rascal plunged into a golden passageway, charging straight for the Rain Clan’s territory.
Behind him, the masses surged forth—this would be an earth-shattering event.
Towering mountains loomed, shrouded in mist and radiant light. This was the Rain Clan’s paradise—a land of auspicious beasts, spiritual birds, and ethereal beauty.
As Little Rascal arrived, figures emerged from the grand structures ahead—countless experts, all mobilized. Their very foundation was under threat. If they did not fight now, they would no longer deserve their legacy as the indomitable Rain Clan.
“Rain Clan! Setting aside past grievances, your actions during the Sky Mending Pavilion’s fall—slaughtering elders and disciples—have made us irreconcilable foes!”
A cold snort was the only reply, but murderous intent thickened the air.
“I alone will obliterate your paradise, making you taste the bitterness of ruin!”
His voice low, Little Rascal readied twelve Soul-Severing Needles. This battle would claim major lives.
He would raze this paradise to ashes.
Behind him, the gathered crowd watched eagerly—some skeptical of the holy terror’s strength, others certain the Rain Clan faced doom.
All eyes were fixed, the atmosphere electric.
The Rain Clan’s members wore grim expressions. Regardless of the outcome, they were already losers in the court of public opinion.
“Deploy the formation! The moment he attacks, annihilate him—body and soul!” an elder commanded icily.
Little Rascal halted. He knew full well the Rain Clan’s paradise was now a death trap.
Standing firm, he slowly drew his sword—a broken black blade—and swung it toward the paradise.
*Boom!*
A colossal sword beam erupted, dazzling as a river of stars, cleaving toward the vast paradise!
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