A divine halo hovered in the sky, dazzling and radiant, enveloping Little Rascal. At times gentle like a sacred moon, with a solitary figure standing at its center, casting serene light—peaceful and divine. At its peak, the halo blazed like the scorching sun, the figure at its core exuding an overwhelming presence. This spectacle left everyone in awe. He had truly forged his own path—linking ten heavenly caves, fusing them into a single divine halo. It was nothing short of miraculous.
Er Meng was utterly dumbfounded, muttering, “This isn’t just shocking for ancient powerhouses—even the primordial titans would be stunned.” Even the Willow God was taken aback. Dozens of emerald-green willow branches swayed in the wind, scattering divine light, transforming the area into a sacred paradise.
As for the villagers of Shi Village, they were completely speechless. Little Rascal now resembled a celestial deity, bathed in a blazing halo, his aura overwhelming. None had ever witnessed such a sight before. This was his own path, his own dao—evolving to this stage, it was enough to astonish anyone.
**”Boom!”**
Suddenly, the divine halo shattered, the ten heavenly caves dispersing once more, swirling and dancing around Little Rascal.
“What’s happening? Did he fail?” Everyone gasped. Failure was one thing, but if Little Rascal suffered backlash, it could mean utter annihilation.
“No, he’s fine!” the Crimson Bird cried out.
Standing in the center, the Holy Terror seemed momentarily confused. He sensed a radiant light expanding within him, something astonishing—beyond his expectations.
**”Hum!”**
Once again, the ten heavenly caves merged, forming a resplendent halo around him. His black hair cascaded freely, his eyes clear and bright, his body crystalline. With such a radiant halo, anyone who saw him would tremble, mistaking him for a deity descended to the mortal realm.
“Even a god wouldn’t have such presence,” Er Meng mused. “Besides, a god’s radiance isn’t formed by linked heavenly caves. If at the same realm, even a god might not match this terrifying child.”
“Strange sensation…” Little Rascal focused intently. The fusion of the ten heavenly caves channeled divine essence into him, nourishing his flesh and Supreme Bone. The warmth intensified, and the light within him grew even stronger.
Streams of vital energy surged into his body, causing him to glow brilliantly. The Supreme Bone in his chest, having absorbed a portion of the violent energy, settled into dormancy once more. Yet, his flesh continued to emit light.
Finally, the ten heavenly caves resonated thunderously, the divine halo radiating blinding light, washing over Little Rascal’s body like sacred water.
“This is…” Everyone noticed something different. The light emanating from Little Rascal was extraordinary—brighter, more dazzling than before.
Within him, the light coalesced into a radiant core, blindingly luminous.
“Ten heavenly caves nourishing a single focal point… Is his body becoming a heavenly cave?” The Crimson Bird gasped. It was bizarre—Little Rascal himself seemed to have transformed into a heavenly cave, brimming with endless divine essence.
The Holy Terror remained puzzled. This sensation was unfamiliar—his body now an inexhaustible wellspring of power.
“This must be the result of the divine halo’s nourishment, forming a bodily heavenly cave… No way, is this real?!” Er Meng was stunned, barely able to believe his own words.
Little Rascal gradually understood. This wasn’t a heavenly cave, yet it functioned like one—an endless flow of essence, nurtured by the ten heavenly caves. But when he exerted his power, it exhibited the wondrous effects of a heavenly cave, intricate and profound.
Was this a heavenly cave? How should it be defined? Even the Willow God was momentarily speechless, yet deeply impressed.
“This is the resonance of ten heavenly caves, jointly nurturing…” The light within Little Rascal intensified, blazing like a miniature sun. The ten heavenly caves, interconnected, channeled their essence into this radiant core.
Misty light rain descended, serene and sacred, transforming the area into hallowed ground.
“How do you plan to use this?” Er Meng asked eagerly from a distance, eyes burning with curiosity.
“Obviously, each heavenly cave must nurture a unique treasure spell. In the future, I’ll seek the mightiest divine abilities. As for this core within me—it will command the ten heavenly caves, nurturing my own unparalleled treasure spell!” the Holy Terror declared boldly.
The Crimson Bird and Er Meng exchanged glances. This child was truly extraordinary.
The old village chief knew he wasn’t joking. With the Supreme Bone within him, once reborn, he would manifest a unique divine ability. And after nirvana, this ability would evolve into something even more formidable—its power unimaginable.
“Ah, ten heavenly caves, each nurturing a treasure spell. Now, with this core, even my own ability has a place to flourish!” The Holy Terror grinned, eyes curving into crescents.
This time, he had forged a path unlike any other—stunning not just the villagers, but even seasoned figures like Er Meng. Even the Willow God was deeply moved, lost in thought.
Indeed, the Willow God was captivated, carefully analyzing and deducing. With a sigh, it praised, “Well done.”
Lately, it had often commended Little Rascal—genuine praise. The Holy Terror possessed extraordinary talent in cultivation, far surpassing so-called geniuses, constantly delivering surprises.
Little Rascal repeatedly summoned and dismissed the divine halo, controlling it effortlessly. His entire body radiated divine brilliance, awe-inspiring.
“This heavenly cave will nurture the Leviathan Roc, this one the Lion-Dragon for now, this one…” He counted them off gleefully, his smile pure and bright.
It was amusing—moments ago, he had been a terrifying celestial deity; now, he was back to his cheerful self. In battle, he was majestic; in peace, as approachable as the boy next door.
“Your baptism is complete,” the Willow God announced.
The mist dissipated, the emerald willow branches retracting, the divine light fading. The area returned to normal, no longer shrouded in dense spiritual energy.
“Just like that?” Little Rascal scratched his head. Though the process had been perilous—his body nearly torn apart multiple times—he had endured.
Dizzy with the twists and turns, he chuckled happily, looking a bit silly.
The villagers snapped out of their daze. The children rushed forward, cheering and piling onto Little Rascal, pinning him to the ground.
“You’re crushing me!” he protested.
“Please, a mountain couldn’t crush you now!”
“Exactly! The chief said if we don’t suppress you now, we’ll regret it later. Imagine bragging to our grandkids—‘We once pinned down a god!’”
“Ha! Suppress him!”
The children wrestled and tumbled with him, just like in their childhood. Their bond was deep, their friendship unbreakable.
This pure affection would forever remain etched in Little Rascal’s heart. No matter how the world changed, he would never forget.
After the playful chaos, Little Rascal stood, his clothes crumpled and dirty.
“Kid, you’re not so little anymore. Time to find yourself a plump wife,” Shi Feijiao teased, ruffling his hair.
Shi Linhu stepped forward, grabbing his hand. “What about my Tiger Girl? Plump enough for you?”
“What? I didn’t hear that!” Little Rascal yanked free and bolted.
Laughter erupted.
From a distance, Little Rascal scowled, ignoring the adults’ banter.
The men chatted merrily, half-joking that with his talent, he might even capture a primordial beast cub to guard the village.
“Don’t be shy! If you’ve got your eye on someone outside the village, bring her back. We’re all waiting to toast your wedding!” Er Meng’s father called.
Little Rascal stayed silent, slinking away.
“Maybe he’s got several plump sweethearts out there! Bring them all!”
“Look at Dazhuang—already a father. When will you have heirs? Put our minds at ease!”
The men laughed heartily.
Only Little Rascal dared not respond, scurrying off in embarrassment.
“You may enter the Void God Realm now. Perhaps you’ll receive a reward,” the Willow God suddenly spoke.
“What?” The Holy Terror spun around, dashing to the village entrance. “A reward? For breaking through ten heavenly caves? The Void God Realm owes me!”
He had never forgotten, often complaining to the Willow God about the “debt.”
“Over the eons, the Void God Realm’s rules have weakened. With intervention, changes can occur,” the Willow God explained.
Little Rascal’s eyes widened. “Willow God, was it you?”
“Not I. The rules themselves are flawed. The Void God Realm has a spirit—created by the gods. Remnants may yet linger.”
“Will it be dangerous?”
“No. Just an anomaly.”
“Then I’m going now!” The Holy Terror flipped excitedly.
**”Boom!”**
A willow branch pierced the heavens, opening a mystical portal amid thunder and flashing runes.
“My reward, here I come!”
Three months later, the Holy Terror’s return to the Void God Realm sent shockwaves through the realm. Crowds gathered—some in awe, others in curiosity.
None were more eager than the beings of the Primordial Divine Mountains. They had waited impatiently, hoping he would soon reach the Spirit Transformation Realm and journey overseas in search of the Ten Calamities’ lost arts.
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