A temple glowed, as if built from blocks of gold, bathed in radiant light, holy and sacred. It lay deep within the Rain Clan’s domain, where droplets of golden rain shimmered through the air. This was the most revered site in the real world for the Rain Clan, enshrined with the divine image of the Rain God, exuding a tranquil aura that forbade common folk from approaching except during moments of utmost importance to the clan’s honor.
At this moment, a group of elders advanced step by step on their knees, heads bowing reverently. Their expressions were solemn, each one filled with devout faith, their foreheads bleeding from repeated prostration. They worshipped before the ancestral deity’s statue, offering sacrificial tributes while chanting fervent prayers.
Have all the ancient gods perished? No one could truly answer. Perhaps they had fallen into oblivion, buried by the passage of time.
Entering the main hall, there stood a stone statue, blurred beyond recognition, its once-golden body cracked and dulled by years. Some claimed the Rain God had perished in an ancient battle, yet the Rain Clan still honored his divinity, hoping for a miracle that he might one day return.
Outside the temple, splendor shone brightly; inside, however, it bore signs of age, imbued with an ancient serenity. The Rain Clan members knelt, chanting prayers in unison like monks reciting sutras.
Finally, led by an elder ancestor, they opened a small altar before the statue. Inside sat a black jar speckled with rain-like patterns.
“Crack!” As the jar was opened, a terrifying aura surged forth, as though a god had awakened. Brilliant radiance erupted like a blazing sun, illuminating the entire weathered hall.
Inside were over a dozen tawny-yellow scrolls—torn but pieced together into what seemed to be a complete divine edict. Each fragment floated midair like stars, rotating with a mighty pressure unparalleled.
This was the last decree left behind by the Rain God, now shattered due to unknown reasons. Divided into over a dozen pieces, each held inscriptions. Only when combined did they reveal the full divine will of the ancient god.
The Rain Clan members trembled, their souls quivering under the overwhelming presence. Such immense power made them feel as if their bodies would explode, becoming offerings to the divine.
Eventually, the elder ancestor chanted a lengthy incantation, calming the scrolls and concealing their divine glow. Everyone had already sliced open their wrists, letting drops of blood fall, proving themselves descendants of the Rain God.
A girl stepped forward, eyes closed, her jade-like hands reaching out toward the scattered scrolls. She selected one gently before stepping back reverently. This was Yu Zi Mo, a clairvoyant girl possessing extraordinary perception, her body crystal-clear and pure, utterly sanctified.
The crowd paid homage, placing the remaining fragments back into the black jar, sealing it carefully before burying it beneath the altar, then silently exiting the temple.
“There we go! That decree bears the word ‘attack’ carved upon it. Though not ‘kill,’ it holds sufficient might to vanquish any foe,” chuckled the elder ancestor. A single character—”attack”—was enough to embody the decree’s true force, destined to shine brilliantly and obliterate every enemy in the Void Divine Realm.
“Bring it forth, guard it well, and after use, return it to the altar!” he warned earnestly.
Within the Void Divine Realm, on the sacred grounds of the Rain Clan, a fierce battle raged on.
The central formation was activated—a dragon soared across the sky, divine bats obscured the sun, and peacocks spanned the heavens. Many ancient species charged upward, appearing as vividly real as possible.
The Rain Clan’s formation was mysterious and formidable, halting Xiao Bu Dian’s advance, making it difficult for him to penetrate. Combined with numerous experts unleashing glyph energy, even the broken sword’s peerless sharpness couldn’t break through.
Conversely, Xiao Bu Dian bore wounds, suffering immense strain. The broken sword devoured his essence relentlessly, like an endless abyss.
Thankfully, this was still a blessed land suppressing cultivation levels; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
Nonetheless, Xiao Bu Dian’s strength was extraordinary. Stream after stream of magma-like liquid flowed from the void, entering his body to replenish his losses.
Such was the mystery of the “cave-heaven,” seizing the essence of heaven and earth itself.
“Hmm, how many cave-heavens has he opened? From five gradually increasing to seven now manifested, there must also be hidden volcanic mouths,” remarked someone witnessing the prodigy unveil his cave-heavens for the first time—each radiant volcano emerging, pouring forth the quintessence of heaven and earth, nourishing his powerful physique. His spiritual form appeared indistinguishable from reality.
“Young man, you’re too arrogant, showing no respect for my Rain Clan’s dignity. Even a descending god cannot save you!” roared a cold-eyed elder within the sacred grounds, his voice thunderous.
On the fringes of the Void Divine Realm, amidst ruins stretching endlessly, a colossal willow tree rooted itself in the void. At that moment, sensing something, a single willow branch swayed gently, glowing with emerald brilliance.
Yet ultimately, it fell silent again, indifferent.
Within the sacred grounds of the Rain Clan, a group suddenly revealed themselves, opening the grand formation. All treasure bones dimmed, and creatures like dragons and peacocks vanished entirely.
“What is the Rain Clan planning?” exclaimed the gathered heroes, startled.
Unfazed, Xiao Bu Dian swung his blade directly ahead, seizing the opportunity he couldn’t afford to miss. When to kill, just kill.
Suddenly, the heavens and earth trembled violently. The Rain Clan’s domain shook fiercely, releasing a dreadful aura that disrupted the very order of the Void Divine Realm, distorting and warping everything.
“What kind of power is this? It seems to transcend limits, threatening to break the rules!” gasped countless observers.
“What has the Rain Clan brought forth? Why does our heart race, our souls tremble?” asked terrified warriors, their spines tingling at the thought of the realm’s fundamental laws shifting. Yellowish light emerged, as though a god had risen anew.
“Annihilate!” cried the Rain Clan in unison, worshipping with whole hearts, gazing up at the sky where a faded, ancient scroll hovered, emitting hazy radiance as if primordial chaos were being reborn.
This was the true divine decree of a god, far surpassing the blank paper from Bai Duan Mountain, which was but illusion. This artifact carried authentic divine will—a sacred relic indeed!
“Whoosh!” The decree fragment exploded, showering countless golden raindrops cascading down violently, directly targeting Xiao Bu Dian.
“Not good!” In that instant, the young terror felt genuine fear, his ease gone, hairs standing on end. He spun around and fled, unfurling a pair of Kun Peng wings that boosted his speed.
He became like floating light or fleeting shadow, sprinting madly while slashing backward with his broken sword to block the torrential golden raindrops.
“Dang!” Despite his speed, some golden rain reached him—invincible and shaking the four directions, striking against the broken sword with resounding clangs, numbing his arm.
Simultaneously, one golden drop pierced the boy’s arm, blood gushing instantly.
Faster than him were these raindrops, dense and swift, engulfing the skies and lands.
“I’ll fight till the end! No matter how strong you are, can you defy the Void Divine Realm’s will, transcending the Cave-Heaven stage?” shouted the wounded youth furiously, turning abruptly since fleeing recklessly would only cause more injuries.
“Dang! Dang!” He swung his broken sword repeatedly, carving whirlwinds, glyphs filling the sky until transforming into an oceanic expanse resisting the divine decree.
“Even stronger, yet still ten Cave-Heavens—you’ll remain suppressed. I’m not much weaker now, especially with my broken sword. I’ll slash you apart, believe me!” yelled the wild child.
Instead of retreating, he charged forward, fully enraged, his body glowing until resembling a blazing fireball, radiant and intense.
His broken sword, streaked with dark blood, gleamed brighter, beams piercing the heavens, continuously cleaving at the hovering glyph high above, clanging nonstop in relentless combat.
Everyone froze, particularly the Rain Clan, their scalps prickling. How could this wild child be so powerful, daring to challenge divine will?
“The will of a god isn’t for insects like you to oppose. You’re begging for death!” roared an elder from the Rain Clan.
“Pfft! Unless he defies heaven itself, breaking the Void Divine Realm’s laws and transcending the Cave-Heaven stage, you can dream on capturing me in smoke!” growled Xiao Bu Dian savagely.
He fought harder, knowing hesitation meant certain death. What he said wasn’t empty boasting either; only by reversing the order here could a god overcome suppression.
He firmly believed the Rain God was dead. A mere corner of an incomplete glyph couldn’t work miracles here. Only fierce resistance could help survive this great massacre.
“Die! I’ll hack you to pieces!” screamed Xiao Bu Dian, radiating boundless potential merging completely with his broken sword. His heavenly sword beam cut through trembling heavens and earth, continuously slicing at the glyph.
All present stood stunned—the sheer ferocity, the audacity to challenge divine will, striving to destroy the decree without fear.
“This… Is he one of the Ten Ancient Tyrants? Too savage! Has he lost his mind, opposing divine will?” muttered shocked spectators.
“This kid’s unnatural! Did he eat Blood Phoenix Chicken? Nothing scares him—not even deicide!” Others watched speechless, calling him a madman challenging divine authority like a primitive tribesman.
The Rain Clan stared dumbfounded—the divine decree hadn’t subdued Xiao Bu Dian; instead, it ignited his stubborn fury, roaring defiantly toward the heavens.
Another person might’ve given up, but this wild child burned with battle-lust, determined to slice through the sky and confront true divinity head-on, fearless.
“You dare try killing me? I’ll devour you!” he bellowed, burning in divine radiance. Such bold defiance stunned everyone further—it was simply inhuman. His thoughts diverged from normalcy; people whispered he surely wasn’t human.
“Boom!” High above, the glyph flared, revealing the character “attack”—the divine will resounded with supreme laws, captivating all minds.
Instantly, the fragmented decree seemed revived, emanating true godly willpower. Golden rain poured like waterfalls.
Everyone panicked—how could anyone resist such divine wrath at the Cave-Heaven level? It seemed to transcend limits.
Only Xiao Bu Dian shouted defiantly, “Not broken yet! Break free if you can! Otherwise, you can’t kill me!”
Roaring loudly, nine volcanic mouths appeared around him, spewing torrents of “magma,” continuously nourishing him with inexhaustible vitality.
“What?! Nine cave-heavens opened? Among humans, such feats exist only in ancient texts!” Although rumors existed, seeing it firsthand caused people to shudder—it was akin to living divine offspring, terrifyingly powerful.
“Broken sword, don’t sleep! Isn’t it just a piece of old paper? Hack it apart!” he roared.
Several wounds marked his body from golden rain strikes, yet he grew fiercer. Stomping the ground, he soared skyward, cleaving toward the glyph.
The Rain Clan’s hearts quivered—was there no justice left? This wild child went too far—could even a divine decree not suppress him? This wasn’t an ordinary artifact but a decree inscribed with divine will, surpassing treasures. Yet here it was, resisted by this monstrous brat, infuriatingly invincible.
“Spurt!” More bloody holes appeared on Xiao Bu Dian, yet his gaze brightened, his body glowing, nine cave-heavens rumbling. With Kun Peng wings spread wide, he nearly took flight.
“Eat it! Devour everything!” he screamed, his black broken sword erupting in brilliant light, cleaving continuously at the sun-like divine decree above.
“This…” Far away, a purple-robed maiden stood speechless. Hailing from an ancient divine mountain, she was nobility beyond compare, reigning supreme across vast wilds, yet even she was momentarily stunned at the sight.
“That guy really has gone mad!” murmured another girl cloaked in crimson brilliant rosy clouds holding a tiny wolf, equally dazed, eventually muttering those words.
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