His fury surged, and he spat out a mouthful of blood—this outcome was too terrifying, too unbearable! “Attack now! We must not let him succeed!” The Rain Clan members were frantic. A mythic event was unfolding before their eyes—a breakthrough to ten heavenly passages in the midst of battle. Was the heavens truly forsaking the Rain Clan? It was inconceivable, utterly horrifying. If this child were to grow, he would surely dominate the world, standing above all others. And when that day came… they dared not even imagine it.
In the distance, the gathered heroes were equally shaken, their hearts trembling with awe. Among humans, nine heavenly passages were already a legend recorded only in ancient texts. Ten? Unthinkable. It was supposed to be impossible to achieve. Yet now, before their very eyes, a young boy was on the verge of breaking through. Though the tenth volcanic passage was still indistinct, it had already begun to manifest.
Around Little Rascal’s body, nine heavenly passages surged with molten “magma,” drawing upon the essence of the world to nourish his being. The tenth flickered in and out of existence, on the verge of tearing free from the void. The sight was breathtaking—a vast expanse of passages, molten rivers churning, the world’s essence boiling like cascading waterfalls, baptizing his flesh. To everyone present, it felt unreal. No human should be capable of this. This child was beyond comprehension.
Little Rascal himself was tense. The tenth heavenly passage was extraordinarily rare, nearly impossible to open. Even the descendants of ancient divine beasts struggled to achieve it. Yet here he was, a mere human, on the brink of breaking through in the midst of the Void God Realm. It had all happened so suddenly—he had nearly died moments ago, his body almost shattered by the forbidden formation. In desperation, he had channeled every ounce of his spirit, never expecting his latent potential to erupt so violently.
“Kill him!” The Rain Clan launched their assault. From the heart of their sacred land, thousands of arrows rained down, each blazing like a comet, blinding and deadly—all inscribed with glyphs. Ordinary arrows would have been useless against Little Rascal, but these were no ordinary projectiles. A volley like this could shatter cities and topple mountains.
The air howled as divine radiance streaked through the sky, weaving into a net of light, dense as the laws of heaven itself.
“Break!” Little Rascal roared. A massive Lion-Dragon surged forth, its body shimmering violet with golden streaks, towering like a mountain as it blocked the onslaught. Lightning crackled, bolts lashing out in all directions, forming a cage of purple thunder that shattered every incoming arrow.
*Crack!*
One by one, the arrows snapped and exploded into dust. The sight was terrifying—these were glyph-engraved arrows, unbreakable under normal circumstances, capable of piercing mountains and slaying masters. Yet now, thousands of them were obliterated by the sheer force of Little Rascal’s lightning.
The gathered heroes paled. This “holy terror” was truly monstrous, his cultivation reaching the pinnacle of the Heavenly Passage Realm. No wonder he dared to attempt the tenth passage.
“We cannot let him succeed!” The Rain Clan elders bellowed, their faces twisted with madness. If this vicious child opened ten heavenly passages, their lives would become an endless nightmare. Such a future was unacceptable—unthinkable.
*Boom!*
A colossal mountain rose from the earth, hurtling toward Little Rascal with crushing force. It was no ordinary peak—it was a treasure seal, long embedded in their sacred land, now expanded to its fullest size, blotting out the sky. Over the years, it had taken on the semblance of a true mountain, lush with ancient trees and towering vines, teeming with life.
As it descended, it carried the weight of a world, its aura suffocating, divine energy pulsing in lethal waves.
“Break!” Little Rascal tilted his head back and roared, his black hair whipping upward as golden symbols ignited across his body, transforming him into a divine avian.
*Boom!*
A colossal Leviathan Roc materialized, soaring into the heavens and slamming into the mountain with earth-shaking force. Stone shattered, ancient trees splintered, silver waterfalls evaporated—everything exploded in an instant.
With a single sweep of its wings, the Leviathan Roc tore through the mountain as if it were paper. The treasured artifact, painstakingly refined by generations of Rain Clan elders, was reduced to ash.
The onlookers were stunned. Such power! A single divine technique had rent the heavens and obliterated a mountain-grade treasure.
“Hmm?” Little Rascal frowned, sensing something amiss. The tenth heavenly passage was manifesting, but it demanded an immense amount of energy. He had intended to let it emerge naturally, but now it seemed he would have to seize the opportunity himself, shaping it through sheer force of will.
“Open!” he commanded, his body blazing with light. The nine heavenly passages poured their essence into him, fueling his attempt to summon the tenth. Golden symbols flickered, purple lightning intertwined, and a radiant aura enveloped him, amplifying his latent power.
He strained with all his might, desperate to break through into this unprecedented realm. If ten heavenly passages appeared simultaneously, it would be a glory unmatched!
Yet, to his shock, it was far harder than he had anticipated. The tenth passage was clear, nearly tangible—yet it refused to fully materialize.
“Open!” he bellowed again, the void trembling violently as if on the verge of collapse.
“He’s rushing it. Ten heavenly passages are beyond even divine beasts and ancient fiends. It requires accumulation, a gradual breakthrough.”
“No, I’ve heard that such opportunities are fleeting. If missed, they may never come again,” someone murmured in the distance, watching intently.
The crowd was in awe. This “holy terror” was defying all logic, his feats beyond words.
“We cannot give him this chance! At any cost, we must disrupt his foundation—prevent him from reaching ten heavenly passages!” The Rain Clan elders’ faces were twisted with desperation.
They issued orders, and the sacred land’s formations activated in full. Waves of killing intent surged toward Little Rascal, aiming to exhaust his focus and shatter his resolve.
Little Rascal’s brow furrowed. He could sense the tenth passage, feel the slow transformation within himself—but it was not yet complete.
“You think you can stop me?” he sneered.
With a single slash of his broken sword, a vast section of the sacred land crumbled. The collision of energies erupted in a dazzling explosion, but Little Rascal himself staggered. The tenth passage’s demands were immense, and his distraction had weakened his progress.
After a moment’s thought, he turned to leave, seeking a quiet place to complete his breakthrough without interference.
But the Rain Clan panicked. “Deploy the Divine Ark!” an elder roared.
*Hum—*
From the heart of the sacred land, an azure ark surged into the sky, radiant with glyphs, carrying a host of experts. It intercepted Little Rascal with terrifying speed.
“So fast!” Little Rascal’s heart clenched. The ark had overtaken him in an instant, blocking his path.
“You’re not leaving!” the Rain Clan members snarled, their fear palpable. If Little Rascal escaped and succeeded, their clan would face unimaginable consequences.
Little Rascal halted. He realized this ark was no ordinary treasure—it possessed extreme speed. If he retreated to meditate and they ambushed him, the disruption could be catastrophic.
*Boom!*
A storm of glyphs crashed down, collapsing the earth. Little Rascal dodged just in time, landing at a distance to assess his condition. His body was battered, his wounds severe—yet it was precisely this desperation that had unlocked his latent potential, triggering the tenth passage.
He focused inward, sensing the elusive passage. It was there, bound to him, yet not fully realized. He needed to seize it.
“There’s no issue. Unlike their claims, this opportunity won’t slip away. I’ve grasped it—there’s still time.” He exhaled in relief, his worries easing.
Turning back, he charged into the sacred land like a demon, his voice icy. “Since you insist on keeping me here, I’ll oblige!”
But this time, he was cautious. He couldn’t afford to let them detonate their formations. With each step, he cleaved the path ahead with his broken sword, reducing the sacred land to ruins until he reached its heart.
*Boom!*
Rocks shattered, dust filled the air. The onlookers gasped—this “holy terror” was annihilating the Rain Clan’s sacred land, leaving nothing behind.
Alone, with just a sword, he stormed the central formation.
“Kill him!” The Rain Clan warriors roared. A crimson pagoda, exuding a sinister aura, descended upon him like a blood-drenched nightmare.
“Something’s off.” Little Rascal dodged instinctively. The pagoda reeked of death, its chilling wind capable of severing souls.
“Is this their so-called Soul-Severing Pagoda? The one that can slay the true body?” He smirked, then weaved his hands, summoning lightning.
Thunder surged, forming a vast cauldron of violet energy. If anything could counter this dark artifact, it was the purest yang force of lightning.
“Suppress it!” The Rain Clan elders panicked, pouring their power into the pagoda. They hadn’t expected Little Rascal—already wounded and distracted—to still be this formidable.
The spectators were stunned. Wasn’t he supposed to be focusing on his breakthrough? How could he afford to split his attention?
In truth, Little Rascal had already assessed his situation. He didn’t need to devote everything to the breakthrough just yet.
“Kill!” The divine ark streaked across the sky, its glyphs blazing like falling stars, drowning Little Rascal in light.
“Now!” He suddenly withdrew, unleashing a deafening roar. Golden radiance erupted from his body as a Leviathan Roc took form, its beak clutching the broken sword as it collided with the ark.
“No!” The Rain Clan screamed.
The Leviathan Roc’s wings spanned the heavens, its speed unmatched. The ark, though a rare treasure, was no match for the broken sword’s edge.
*Crack!*
A clean slice—the ark was severed.
“It’s over…” The Rain Clan’s faces drained of color. Their prized artifact was ruined.
The warriors aboard barely escaped, fleeing the terrifying boy.
Little Rascal ignored them. With the ark destroyed, he had nothing to fear. He turned his attention back to the Soul-Severing Pagoda, seizing it as another trophy.
Now, he rampaged through the sacred land, slaughtering all in his path. A sweep of his golden wings sent dozens flying, their bodies bursting apart.
*Roar—!*
A violet Lion-Dragon, as massive as a mountain and formed of lightning, rampaged through the heart of the sacred land, unleashing devastation.
*Sizzle!*
Little Rascal flicked his wrist, and a crimson needle of soul-piercing light shot through an elder’s skull. The man shrieked, his spirit extinguished.
“Sixth Elder!” The Rain Clan wailed. Another pillar of their clan had fallen, his true and illusory selves both perishing.
*Sizzle!*
Another needle found its mark, and another elder exploded into bloody mist.
“Fourth Elder!” Terror gripped them. The losses today were beyond comprehension.
Little Rascal was unstoppable, a demon drenched in blood, carving a path of carnage.
“Die, you little fiend!” A group lunged at him, desperate.
*Boom!*
The Lion-Dragon’s divine technique erupted, purple lightning engulfing them all. Their bodies disintegrated into ash.
Like a god of slaughter, Little Rascal advanced, unstoppable.
“Burn the sacred land! Activate the final formation!” someone shrieked.
Little Rascal’s eyes flashed coldly. A golden wave erupted from him, obliterating the speaker before the command could be carried out.
Others tried to rally, but he was faster.
An ocean of darkness manifested behind him, a monstrous black fish thrashing its tail.
*Boom!*
Hundreds were torn apart in an instant.
“It’s time. I must go.” Little Rascal knew he couldn’t delay any longer. The tenth heavenly passage awaited.
But then—
A devastating force slammed into him from the shadows.
*Boom!*
He retaliated with a palm strike, the collision erupting in a storm of radiant glyphs.
The crowd gasped. Someone had actually matched the “holy terror” blow for blow!
A dazzling figure emerged—a Flood Dragon, its scales gleaming like divine metal, exuding an aura of absolute supremacy.
“A pure-blooded creature!”
“A descendant of an ancient fiend!”
The spectators recoiled. Only a true Flood Dragon could stand against Little Rascal.
“It’s you.” Little Rascal recognized it—the same Flood Dragon he had fought in Hundred Ruins Mountain.
“Hand over the Bronze Book, and I’ll leave,” the Flood Dragon said coldly.
“You’ll never get it.” Little Rascal turned away. He had no time for this.
*Boom!*
The Flood Dragon attacked, its techniques engulfing the battlefield.
Then—
*Hum—*
Another figure streaked through the void, striking at Little Rascal with overwhelming killing intent.
*Crash!*
The earth split, the sacred land trembled. The force of the blow was apocalyptic.
The crowd was stunned.
A human.
A human had just clashed with the “holy terror” on equal footing.
“Impossible! Another human with nine heavenly passages?”
No one had ever heard of such a figure.
Little Rascal’s gaze turned icy. He couldn’t afford to linger. The tenth passage was calling.
“Surrender the book, or you’ll never open the tenth passage in this lifetime!” the Flood Dragon snarled.
The human youth, wild and fierce, his bronze skin gleaming with power, lunged forward as well.
“Nothing will stop me today. Watch as I open the tenth heavenly passage!” Little Rascal roared, his broken sword blazing.
But his opponents were equally armed, their treasures radiating terrifying auras.
*Boom!*
The Lion-Dragon reared, lightning engulfing the battlefield as Little Rascal clashed with both foes amidst the storm.
And then—
The void trembled.
The mysterious tenth passage grew clearer, pulsing with an immortal radiance.
“What?! Is he attempting to break through mid-battle? This is madness!”
The fluctuations were overwhelming, like an ocean in upheaval. The passage was on the verge of full manifestation.
*Hum—*
The human youth unleashed a devastating technique, his glyphs blotting out the sky, his aura invincible as he pressed Little Rascal relentlessly.
“Without the book, you’ll lose not just the tenth passage—but your life,” the Flood Dragon said coldly.
“Push me, and I’ll devour you both,” Little Rascal retorted, baring his teeth in a chilling grin.
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