The scene fell into dead silence. The remaining people stood frozen in place, their scalps tingling with dread. How could they possibly fight now? Who could stand against him? Charging forward would mean certain death for all.
This was a demon god, an invincible young supreme being who had just stomped Elder Shi Li to death with a single step. What a humiliating way to die! In the real world, Shi Li had been a figure of immense authority, commanding respect and wielding great power as an elder of the Martial King’s Mansion. Yet here, he had been treated with such contempt—crushed beneath a foot without a second thought, his opponent striding past with unshakable arrogance. It was a disgrace to his once-mighty reputation.
Back in the Martial King’s Mansion, a furious roar erupted. Shi Li’s hair stood on end like an enraged old lion, his eyes bloodshot, his lips stained with blood. Overwhelmed by rage, he was on the verge of madness. At the same time, agonized screams echoed as the group he had led awakened, each suffering severe spiritual damage.
This naturally caused an uproar. The entire mansion was thrown into chaos.
“What happened? Did a powerful enemy invade the Void God Realm? Quickly, inform the ancestral elders! Should we send reinforcements immediately?”
Amid the clamor, within the Martial King’s Pure Land in the Void God Realm, the Little Rascal did not continue his slaughter. Those who deserved death had already been obliterated with a mere wave of his hand. The rest were spared.
He glanced back, and the crowd trembled, fearing his wrath. If he unleashed his power, this place would surely meet the same fate as the Rain Clan—reduced to ruins.
Without lingering, the Little Rascal walked away, declaring, “This has nothing to do with you. If no one provokes me, I won’t harm anyone.”
Stepping out of the Pure Land, he paused and looked back once more. Towering before him was a stone stele bearing three words: **Martial King’s Mansion**.
He would not return here. If he ever set foot in this place again, it would be the real-world Martial King’s Mansion—an act that would undoubtedly stir a storm capable of shaking the entire Stone Nation’s imperial capital!
The Little Rascal strode into the distance, his steps steady and unshakable, like a young deity on a journey. The Stone Clan disciples outside the mountain gate trembled, involuntarily stepping back to clear a wide path for him.
Only after he had gone did the people of the Pure Land finally exhale in relief, as if a crushing mountain had been lifted from their shoulders. The oppressive atmosphere had been unbearable.
“Where is the enemy? We’ve come to reinforce you!” A loud shout rang out as a large group of Martial King’s Mansion experts arrived, bearing forbidden weapons meant to defend the Pure Land.
“He’s already gone! Don’t provoke him!” A senior elder hurried forward, speaking urgently.
The reinforcements were stunned. Since when had the Martial King’s Mansion ever been so cautious? They had always crushed their enemies, sweeping aside all opposition. Yet today, they were forced to swallow their pride.
“That young man… must not be provoked!”
After learning the full story and realizing the boy had not come to destroy the Pure Land, the group sighed in relief—and regret.
“Such a peerless genius… If only he had been born in our Martial King’s Mansion. With Yi’er and another supreme youth like him, who could stand against us in the future?”
“In truth… we should have had another supreme youth. A born supreme being…” an elder murmured, his face shadowed with sorrow.
“Silence! Do not speak of the past!” Many immediately hushed him.
“Why not? That child was pitiful! A born supreme being, yet he withered too soon. Had he lived, even Yi’er might not have surpassed him!” The elder’s voice rose in anger, his heart filled with grief and indignation.
Indeed, many in the Martial King’s Mansion still harbored resentment over the past. But the opposing faction now held dominance—victors wrote history, and this was an unchangeable fact.
Moreover, Shi Yi was truly extraordinary, his strength astonishing enough to draw even the long-secluded Martial King out of seclusion, personally seeking powerful guardians for him.
“What of Zi Ling and his wife? I fear they may be secretly harmed by those people.”
“Let us hope they remain unharmed. Our Martial King’s Mansion owes them too much. The greatest tragedy was that child—a born supreme being.”
“Yes, our clan should have had a supreme youth, destined for unparalleled glory. All was lost in that storm of the past…”
—
The Little Rascal left without delay, finding nothing worth lingering for. He returned through the golden passage to the Chaos Ruins, reuniting with the Willow Deity.
Soon after, they arrived back in Stone Village.
“I must begin my cultivation. Once we receive word from the Ancient Divine Mountain, I will set sail in search of the Kun Peng’s treasure technique!”
He did not rush to break through, instead focusing on consolidation. His ten heavenly passages had merged into a divine halo, nurturing a physical passage—an unprecedented phenomenon with no records in ancient texts.
He needed to verify, to comprehend deeply, ensuring no hidden flaws. Moreover, he sought to experiment and evolve various combat techniques.
The divine halo enveloping him would fundamentally alter his battles, a mystery worth exploring. His combat prowess would undoubtedly soar!
Ever optimistic, the Little Rascal quickly cast aside his grievances, immersing himself fully in cultivation.
Over the past months, Stone Village had transformed. The planted spirit herbs and the quasi-sacred Silver Peach Tree exuded rich spiritual energy, bathing the entire village in vitality, turning it into a true paradise.
Even the Eight Treasures Chicken had settled near the Willow Deity, refusing to leave. It now laid spiritual eggs—a continuous source of precious medicine.
The youths’ cultivation speed had accelerated, bringing joy to all.
Under the setting sun, a group of children rode back on unicorns, a silver glow surrounding them as they galloped home. The hunting party had returned, laden with wild game.
By the village lake, golden ripples shimmered as girls caught Dragon Whisker Fish—precious creatures that enhanced strength.
Stone Village had entered a golden age, growing ever stronger.
“Little Rascal Uncle… teach me… cultivation.” A chubby toddler, barely over a year old, wobbled forward.
Laughter erupted. A child calling him “Little Rascal Uncle” was too amusing.
“We can’t keep calling him ‘Little Rascal.’ From now on, we’ll use his real name—Shi Hao. Otherwise, even this tiny tot will keep calling him that. It’s improper,” Shi Feijiao declared.
“Agreed. It’s time for a change—Shi Hao from now on,” the men nodded.
In a few months, the Little Rascal would turn eleven. Time flew, and a new generation of children had taken his place as the village’s youngest.
“It feels strange. ‘Shi Hao’ doesn’t have the same warmth as ‘Little Rascal,’” the youths chuckled.
“Little Rascal Uncle!” the toddler insisted.
“No! Force the change. Anyone who keeps using the old name will answer to me!” Shi Linhu growled.
The village chief arrived, nodding in agreement. The boy had grown; it was time to use his proper name.
Now fully recovered, the chief’s cultivation had surged, adding another expert to Stone Village.
“It’s not fair! Why does he get a proper name, while I’m still ‘Snot-Nose’?”
“And me! Why am I still ‘Monkey’?”
“When you stop dripping snot, and when Monkey stops acting like a hyperactive fire monkey, you’ll get your proper names too,” an elder teased.
Thus, though it felt odd at first, people began calling him Shi Hao.
—
A month later, Shi Hao trained alone in the mountains. At noon, dark smoke rose in the distance.
“Hmm?” He dashed to a hilltop, surveying the horizon.
“Savages!”
History repeated itself—a band of marauders descended upon a small village, slaughtering without mercy.
Two thousand li from Stone Village, the weak settlement stood no chance. Its guardian spirit, a mere spiritual bird, fell swiftly.
Years ago, Stone Village’s youths had witnessed such horrors. Now, Shi Hao acted without hesitation, leaping from the hilltop.
**BOOM!**
A massive beast at the village’s edge—stronger than most guardian spirits—was instantly pulverized. Shi Hao, glowing like a falling star, crushed it effortlessly. Only his Kun Peng wings prevented the ground from shattering.
“Who goes there?” The marauders, mid-massacre, gaped in shock.
“You heartless monsters—DIE!” Shi Hao’s killing intent surged.
A one-sided slaughter ensued. His divine halo immobilized the marauders, leaving them helpless as the enraged villagers exacted vengeance.
“Little Western Heaven has found the Supreme Treasure, preparing to break its seals. They’ve been exploiting the wilderness, gathering materials through these marauders. The day of unlocking nears…” Shi Hao frowned.
His impending voyage troubled him. If he left, would Stone Village be safe without the Willow Deity?
“No. Even if I must abandon the voyage, I cannot risk Stone Village.”
Returning, he informed the chief and the Willow Deity.
A great battle loomed. Little Western Heaven was an ancient sect, one that had once subdued divine mountain experts as guardian spirits.
“Set sail. Take this. If needed, I will come.” The Willow Deity extended a crystalline willow twig.
“You’re not coming?” Shi Hao was surprised, then relieved.
“Something familiar lingers here. A creature hides, waiting. I must observe its emergence.”
Shi Hao recalled his first journey years ago—a colossal claw erupting from the earth, scattering clouds.
Was it that being?
Supreme treasure, terrifying entity—were they connected? If even the Willow Deity waited, it must be fearsome indeed.
—
Time passed. At eleven, Shi Hao stepped into the Spirit Transformation Realm—a feat unheard of at his age.
Having opened ten heavenly passages, his progress defied logic, astounding the world.
Repeated visits to the Void God Realm had the Ancient Divine Mountain envoys frantic. Delays risked losing the Kun Peng’s treasure technique to rivals.
The violet-clad girl brought scant news of Shi Ziling and his wife—hints pointing beyond the Wasteland, but nothing concrete.
“We must set sail! Others move ahead, some using ancient methods, even finding Kun Peng remnants. The competition is fierce!”
“Very well. We sail!” Shi Hao agreed at last.
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