The heroes were utterly routed, fleeing in a great exodus from the depths of the mountain range. Blood stained the slopes as corpses fell one after another, a sight beyond recognition. Once proud and lofty, the mighty figures of various sects now fled in panic, their blood splattering in a shocking spectacle. Even those riding precious artifacts or soaring through the skies were no match for the demonic youth pursuing them. With a thunderous roar, golden symbols surged like tidal waves, sweeping across the mountains and rivers, instantly obliterating swathes of enemies, their bodies exploding into mist.
This place had become a land of demons, where blood sprayed three thousand feet high, life and death decided in the snap of a finger. Countless strong warriors perished, leaving onlookers stunned and disbelieving. Little Rascal moved with ruthless precision, calm and composed. With each step, mountains and rivers seemed to retreat behind him, while a pair of Kun Peng wings at his back boosted his speed to unimaginable heights. In this moment, he was the epitome of icy serenity—every gesture unleashed a flood of runes, drowning the land ahead and leaving no escape.
Even the skies offered no refuge. Several demonic birds, enraged, attempted to flee into the clouds, only for the demonic youth to raise his head coldly, his pupils turning gold. His body erupted with divine radiance, flooding heaven and earth as countless golden runes shot into the sky, immobilizing them. With a deafening explosion, the ancient beasts were torn apart mid-air, their blood and shattered bones raining down—a sight that chilled the hearts of all who witnessed it.
The gathered cultivators trembled in terror. *Is this still human power? How can it be so terrifying? Is this the pinnacle of the Cave Heaven Realm?* Compared to him, they were mere mortals before a god. The gap was insurmountable—this was the ultimate release of potential, unrivaled and undefeatable!
Little Rascal strode forward with the majesty of a dragon and tiger, sweeping through the battlefield like a storm. The once-proud heroes now fled for their lives, their cries of despair filling the air.
*”Run! This is a demonic child, beyond human resistance!”*
*”How can such a monster exist? If he grows like this, who will stop him in the future? Even gods will tremble before him!”*
The survivors of the great sects, once untouchable, now faced annihilation at the hands of a single boy—a scene straight out of myth.
Outside the mountains, reinforcements arrived, only to freeze in shock. They had come expecting to claim the ancient bronze book, believing the savage child was on the brink of death. Instead, they witnessed a massacre.
*”Flee! Don’t stop!”* Blood-soaked survivors screamed warnings to their comrades.
*”All of you… couldn’t defeat one boy?”* Many refused to believe it.
But no one answered. The fleeing warriors rushed past without pause—just as golden runes descended like a tidal wave, obliterating those who hesitated.
Simple. Direct. Brutal.
Little Rascal carved a path of destruction, chasing the remnants of the great sects onto the open plains. Many finally breathed in relief, escaping the nightmare of being hunted like prey.
The losses were catastrophic—especially for the four great clans, whose elders had fallen to demonic artifacts. Survivors felt as if they had been reborn, the trauma of being hunted through the wilderness forever etched into their minds.
*”Report to the clan leaders! The Bear Child isn’t dead—he’s stronger than ever!”*
*”This is impossible! He’s not human!”*
Chaos erupted beyond the mountains as the scale of the slaughter became clear. Corpses littered the battlefield, the earth dyed crimson.
But Little Rascal didn’t stop. He pursued relentlessly, storming into Cave Heaven City before charging through golden passageways toward the sacred lands of the ancient sects. His rampage was unstoppable—a force of nature, leaving no escape for his enemies.
*”Disaster! That savage child is alive and attacking our sacred land!”*
In the real world, the Tuoba Clan erupted in panic.
*”The Second and Sixth Young Masters… are dead!”*
The news was earth-shattering. Their elite forces, sent to claim the boy’s head, had instead been annihilated.
*”My sons!”* An elder woman spat blood and collapsed, her beloved grandsons reduced to soulless husks in the Void God Realm.
*”Gather our forces! Bring the ancestral artifact! I want that boy DEAD!”* A patriarch roared, his mind unhinged by grief.
But it was too late. By the time reinforcements arrived in the Void God Realm, their sacred land was already in ruins.
*”You’re just in time,”* Little Rascal said coldly. Golden runes faded as violet qi surged behind him, forming a colossal Suan Ni wreathed in lightning. The beast charged, reducing hundreds to charred corpses in an instant.
*”We can’t fight this!”* The survivors despaired. This was divine might—unstoppable, overwhelming.
In a realm where most could only open four or five Cave Heavens, geniuses reached six or seven. Eight was legendary. Nine? Only recorded in ancient texts.
Ten? Unthinkable. Taboo.
And yet, Little Rascal had achieved it.
Even a true deity, suppressed to this realm, might not survive a fight with him.
The Tuoba reinforcements stood no chance. Half were annihilated in moments, the rest scattering in terror.
*”I was a fool! How could he reach such heights?!”* The deranged patriarch finally regained his senses, howling in despair.
In the end, he activated the ancestral artifact, fleeing with the survivors in a streak of light.
*”A treasure that shrinks space… gone in an instant,”* Little Rascal mused, unable to give chase.
But he didn’t stop. He rampaged onward, tearing through the sacred lands of the four great clans—Kun, Li, Yuan—reducing their ancient strongholds to rubble. His spoils were vast: precious bones and the blood of ancient beasts.
News of his rampage spread like wildfire, shaking both the Void God Realm and the real world.
*”It can’t be true! The Bear Child isn’t dead—he’s annihilating entire sects!”*
Within a single day, he had become a legend—a young deity, unstoppable and merciless.
Even kings and sect masters emerged from seclusion, demanding answers.
*”Did he… open the Tenth Cave Heaven?”*
*”Impossible! The Void God Realm would have recorded it!”*
Yet none could deny his strength.
And still, he marched on.
Until he met his match—the return of the Flood Dragon, seeking vengeance.
*”You’re not enough,”* Little Rascal said, his black hair flowing, body radiant with divine light.
The Flood Dragon, scales gleaming like immortal metal, exuded an aura of invincibility. But one glance told it the truth—this boy stood at the pinnacle, a peerless sovereign.
*”Why hasn’t the record monument displayed his achievement?”* it wondered.
*”I missed you in Hundred Shattered Mountains. Now, you’ll guard my village!”* Little Rascal lunged.
The battle was beyond imagination. With a single gesture, golden runes rained down like divine curses, forcing the Flood Dragon to cough blood.
*”Nine Cave Heavens… and still wounded in one strike? This is myth!”* Onlookers trembled.
The Flood Dragon fled.
But Little Rascal gave chase—until he sensed a new presence.
An army approached, disciplined and vast, led by a silver-armored figure astride a flaming beast.
*”Fatty, here to kill me too?”*
Princess Huo Ling’er’s face darkened. *”My father sent me to save you. Now I regret it!”*
*”Thanks, Fatty,”* he said cheerfully before vanishing in pursuit of the Flood Dragon.
*”I’LL KILL YOU!”* she screamed, veins bulging.
But he was gone—leaving behind only the aftermath of his legend.
When the crowd finally caught up, they found him… cooking.
A pot of Flood Dragon soup simmered as he sat atop the beast’s wounded form, chewing on a chunk of its flesh.
*”This… this is beyond madness.”*
Even the Nine Cave Heaven Flood Dragon had been subdued—reduced to a seat and a meal.
Princess Huo Ling’er could only stare, too stunned to protest.
Then—a new presence.
A graceful figure emerged from the forest, clad in violet, her beauty transcendent. Beside her stood an elder, shrouded in mist, his aura merging with the heavens.
*”Fierce Beast, you’re here too. Come guard my village. This dragon’s too stubborn—I’ll just eat it.”*
Little Rascal grinned, patting the whimpering Flood Dragon beneath him.
The world trembled.
A legend had been born.
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