Boom! The mountains trembled, the earth quaked, and ancient trees swayed violently, their leaves scattering like a tempest—as if a great earthquake had struck. A massive Earth Dragon roared, its colossal body stretching over a hundred meters as it barreled through the forest. Such a beast could easily topple small mountains with its sheer bulk. Its enormous claws crushed ancient trees and shattered boulders, collapsing the very earth beneath it. Though seemingly clumsy, its massive size allowed it to cover vast distances in a single stride. Yet, despite its ferocity, the beast was now fleeing—chased by a tiny figure streaking like a meteor behind it. Each step the small pursuer took cracked the earth beneath, a paradox of size and overwhelming divine might.
“Roar—!” The Earth Dragon bellowed, realizing escape was futile. The tiny figure had seized its tail, yanking it backward as effortlessly as if hauling a sack. Rocks tumbled, trees toppled, and the diminutive figure dragged the mountainous beast out of the mountains. Under the setting sun, the sight was surreal—a small silhouette pulling a behemoth like a hill, casting an eerie, elongated shadow.
“Little Rascal is too strong!” From afar, Little Rascal’s companions—holy terror, Er Meng, and others—watched in awe. For days, he had been training relentlessly, engaging in brutal clashes with monstrous beasts. Instead of killing them, he captured the most threatening creatures near the village and hauled them away. This Earth Dragon was the eighth such beast he had subdued—an astonishing feat.
At dawn, Little Rascal set out again, this time arriving before a cascading waterfall five hundred li away. Standing beneath the torrent, he resisted the crushing force without throwing a single punch. Instead, his body radiated light, covered in intricate Glyphs, as he withstood the onslaught.
“Rise!” he shouted.
Boom! The waterfall hesitated—then reversed, surging upward in defiance of gravity, wrapped in golden Glyphs like a divine river. In the past, he had tempered his body beneath waterfalls, enduring falling boulders. But now, a mere shout and a surge of energy sent Glyphs soaring, lifting the entire cascade. To mortals, it was a miracle—the waterfall turned gold, symbols interwoven like celestial script upon the waters.
Little Rascal was consolidating his mastery of the Cave Heaven realm, awaiting the Willow God’s baptism. Perhaps another miracle awaited. The tenth Cave Heaven—opened by his own efforts—had surpassed even the Willow God’s expectations. Yet, it insisted on baptizing him, curious if further transcendence was possible.
At noon, he plunged into a lake, stirring the waters into a frenzy. With a thunderous roar, hundreds of thousands of pounds of water erupted into the sky, leaving a vacuum where he stood. Suspended midair, he controlled the waters like a Flood Dragon, freezing them in defiance of nature.
This was no longer the training of lifting boulders—it was a test of endurance, pushing his body, Glyphs, and spirit to their limits. With all ten Cave Heavens open, he could immobilize everything within a certain range—an ultimate divine ability few could counter. This was no mere Treasure Spell, but an eruption of accumulated divine power, bordering on the creation of a domain. It was the foundation of his dominance in the Cave Heaven realm.
Finally, his energy depleted. The golden Glyphs vanished, and half the lake crashed down like a thunderclap, shaking the earth. Little Rascal was buried beneath the deluge, emerging moments later, exhausted, collapsing onto the grassy shore.
“I must surpass! I must reach the pinnacle!” the holy terror howled, rejuvenated after rest, resuming his relentless training. The mountains trembled in his wake, driving away all beasts and birds.
Two months passed. The willow tree at the village entrance glowed perpetually, shrouded in mist, exuding serenity. Cultivation near it yielded twice the results. Crimson Bird, Azure-Scaled Eagle, and others gathered there, reaping immense benefits.
Little Rascal trained ceaselessly, solidifying his Cave Heaven realm and striving for further breakthroughs.
Then, in the third month, the Willow God stirred. Its divine call reached him even hundreds of li away, manifesting like lightning across the void.
“It’s time!” He abandoned all else, racing back to Stone Village.
The entire village stirred. This was a momentous event. Even the normally aloof creatures like the Bald Crane and Eight-Treasure Chicken watched intently.
Little Rascal sat beneath the willow, solemn and focused. The Willow God spoke calmly: “Begin.”
Its branches—like divine chains—glowed as four jade vials shattered, releasing four drops of sacred liquid. The essence of four supreme beasts—Devouring Heaven Sparrow, the being from Yi Mountain, Qiong Qi, and the entity from Southern Fall Divine Mountain—exploded into a radiant ocean of power, enough to annihilate the village. Yet, the willow’s branches tamed the energy, guiding it into streams that cascaded onto Little Rascal’s body.
It was a divine spectacle, as if the heavens had opened, showering him with celestial nectar. His body shone, absorbing the essence, his organs radiating light as if ascending to immortality. His bones crackled with divine resonance, his flesh pulsating with newfound strength.
Yet, he remained unsatisfied. “This isn’t the limit!” His eyes snapped open, lightning flashing within them. His ten Cave Heavens manifested, devouring the divine essence, resonating like a celestial chorus.
The Willow God acted again. From its branches, droplets of its own divine essence fell—each a sea of life energy. Grass sprouted instantly, dead trees revived, and the entire area brimmed with vitality. The villagers felt rejuvenated, ailments vanishing.
At the center, Little Rascal sat immersed in boundless energy and divine resonance. His ten Cave Heavens expanded, struggling to contain the Willow God’s essence.
Then—a breakthrough. His spirit merged with the Cave Heavens, transcending time and space. For a moment, it felt like eternity.
“I understand now!”
The baptism was complete. The impossible had been achieved.
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