The holy terror had arrived, and the people at the martial king’s mansion’s mountain gate were on edge. This was a true killer star—though young, he had stirred up storms across the entire Void God Realm.
“What… do you want?” they asked, treating him like a dire threat. Some quickly rushed inside to report. The appearance of this invincible calamity had everyone tense. In the real world, they might not fear him, but this was the Void God Realm. Wherever the holy terror went, he was unstoppable, capable of crushing ancient sects single-handedly. He had already wiped out the Rain Clan and the Tuoba Clan—how could they not be terrified?
“I came to visit. Why are you all drawing blades and nocking arrows? Do you intend to gang up on me?” Little Rascal asked.
The group retreated, but none dared lower their weapons. Their bows were drawn to full moon tension, nerves stretched to the limit. This was the sheer presence of Little Rascal—though young, his reputation made even the most sacred lands tremble in fear.
“Stand down!” An elder appeared, shouting before stepping forward. “Young friend, your presence honors us. Please, come inside.”
This was one of the martial king’s mansion’s elders, arriving the moment he received word. He dared not act arrogantly as a member of a royal clan, instead treating the situation with utmost gravity. This ruthless child was far too infamous—what if he had come to crush this place too?
“You flatter me, elder,” Little Rascal replied politely, returning the courtesy.
Beyond the mountain gate, the scenery was like a crystalline paradise—orchids and rare herbs carpeted the ground, their fragrance filling the air. Exotic beasts roamed freely, and in the distance, spiritual peaks shrouded in mist pulsed with vital energy. It was truly a sacred cultivation ground.
And that wasn’t even mentioning the sprawling palace complex—majestic and vast, seated atop spiritual roots, exhaling radiant mists like a divine court.
“What a fine place. I wonder how many of the Shi Clan’s heroes once cultivated here before venturing into the world,” Little Rascal mused.
The group was puzzled. What did he mean by that?
With a sigh, Little Rascal followed them deeper into the sacred land, passing grand palaces but not entering, merely wandering outside. Along the way were pavilions, bridges, flowing streams, and low stone mountains, all bathed in spiritual energy, glowing brilliantly.
“I heard the martial king’s mansion and the Rain Clan are connected by marriage?” Little Rascal asked.
The moment these words left his mouth, everyone’s hair stood on end. Many grew uneasy—their ties to the Rain Clan ran deep. Not long ago, a faction supporting the Rain Clan had even attempted to send reinforcements, only to be intercepted by the clan’s elders. If this matter were dug into, it could spell disaster.
“There is some relation,” the accompanying elder replied, his heart pounding. Had this killer star really come to wipe them out?
But to their surprise, the calamity merely let out an “Oh,” leaving them even more tense. What was he planning?
Little Rascal didn’t enter the palaces. Instead, he wandered through the cultivation sites, guessing which places might have once held traces of his father. He walked through them all before sighing again.
His emotions here were complex. In moments of rage, he wanted to raze everything. But in calm, that desire faded—because he hadn’t seen those responsible.
Back then, during the battle at the Shi Mansion, many elders and grand elders had taken action. But none of them were here now. If they had been, he wouldn’t have hesitated to suppress them, to vent his parents’ grievances. But facing these unrelated people who treated him like a monster? It just bored him.
Their fear was palpable.
“Speaking of which, I do have some connection to you all,” Little Rascal suddenly said.
“What connection?” the elder beside him asked cautiously.
“Shi Yi is from your mansion, right?”
“Indeed. Yi’er is a dragon among men, born of the martial king’s mansion,” another elder couldn’t help but boast, pride evident.
But then he realized—this boy before him was also a dragon among men, and his recent feats were downright terrifying. Praising Shi Yi like this might provoke him. The elder clamped his mouth shut, refusing to say more.
“How many Heavenly Passage openings has Shi Yi unlocked?” Little Rascal asked.
“That… we don’t know,” one elder admitted truthfully. Shi Yi’s cultivation was always conducted in secrecy—even the grand elders didn’t know his progress.
“Don’t tell me he hasn’t even opened nine?”
The younger members of the mansion, all around twelve or thirteen, couldn’t stand the taunt. One blurted, “Even the martial king himself was roused from seclusion to personally guard Yi’s breakthrough—”
“Silence!” an elder barked.
They didn’t know the details—only that the long-secluded martial king had emerged. What exactly transpired during the guardianship remained a mystery.
Little Rascal nodded. “In a way, he’s my senior brother. We both entered the Sky Mending Pavilion, so there’s some kinship.”
Everyone was stunned, unsure how to respond.
“But after receiving the pavilion’s nurturing, obtaining great fortune, and entering the Ancient Sage’s Courtyard, he didn’t participate in the final battle. That’s a bit hard to justify.”
“The Ancient Sage’s Courtyard’s opening is unpredictable. Yi couldn’t have known about the outside events,” an elder defended.
“Really? Other great sects heard and sent their disciples to the Sky Mending Pavilion for the divine rain’s blessing. In fact, your clan benefited the most. The Ancient Sage’s Courtyard is no ordinary place.”
“We don’t know about that. It was all arranged by Elder Shi Li.”
Little Rascal recognized that name. Shi Li had been a key figure in besieging his father and shielding Shi Yi and his mother. Among the grand elders, he ranked ninth and wielded immense authority.
“How dull.” Little Rascal walked forward. “When will my senior brother return? I’d like to spar with him.”
The martial king’s mansion’s members paled. Everyone knew by now that Little Rascal had opened the legendary tenth Heavenly Passage, earning the title of Young Supreme. He had the power to crush entire regions.
Shi Yi was also a peerless genius, but more importantly, he had countless hidden cards. No one knew just how strong he truly was.
The Shi Clan still had faith in Shi Yi. With the eyes that could part heaven and earth—an innate divine ability—and the mysterious Supreme Bone, his combination was near invincible.
In truth, Little Rascal had never underestimated Shi Yi. Even now, with his tenth Heavenly Passage, he remained wary. His elder brother was terrifying in cultivation.
And if his guess was right, the Ancient Sage’s Courtyard likely held records of the Sky Mending Technique.
What was the Sky Mending Technique? It was said to be capable of mending the heavens themselves. Its true power was unimaginable. Rumors claimed it could even undo cultivation mistakes, granting a second chance.
Unconsciously, Little Rascal arrived at the sacred land’s training grounds. There were various tools and strange glowing stone tablets.
“What are these?” he asked curiously.
“These are our mansion’s record tablets,” someone answered.
Little Rascal examined them closely, searching for traces of his father. But though records of past experts were present, none bore Shi Ziling’s name.
That was impossible—every generation had its records. Only his father’s was missing.
Instead, the most prominent tablet belonged to Shi Yi, radiant and flawless.
“What record did he set?” Little Rascal inquired.
“That tablet bears his palm imprint, containing insights into his laws and dao. It serves as a reference for peers,” an elder explained.
“May I try?”
The group hesitated. They didn’t want to allow it, but how could they refuse?
The tablet was made of a special meteorite, indestructible and imbued with mysterious power—the perfect medium for imprints.
It gleamed brilliantly, and upon it was a small but distinct palm print. The moment one approached, an oppressive aura could be felt.
Little Rascal calmly pressed his palm against the imprint.
Instantly, blinding light erupted, shaking the surroundings.
“Hmm?!” He was startled. A strange energy surged through him, burning in his chest—this imprint had been carved using the Supreme Bone’s divine power.
Realizing this, his gaze turned cold.
**BOOM!**
The tablet shattered, exploding into fragments amidst dazzling radiance.
“What happened?!” Everyone was stunned. This tablet was legendary—even the clan’s ancestors couldn’t damage it in the Heavenly Passage realm. Yet now, it had been obliterated in an instant!
“You—!” Many glared at him.
“My apologies. That wasn’t intentional,” Little Rascal said honestly. His chest bone had resonated, unleashing a destructive force.
Though displeased, they couldn’t protest too much. It was just a record tablet—Shi Yi could always make another.
“Coming to our mansion to cause trouble—do you think we have no one capable?!” a voice suddenly roared.
Simultaneously, the ground beneath Little Rascal lit up with interwoven runes, trapping him in a cage of lightning-like brilliance.
A forbidden grand formation had been activated.
Someone had returned to the real world and brought back reinforcements, sealing the area and directly attacking by awakening the sacred land’s ancient formation.
“You wish to fight me?” Little Rascal asked calmly, standing unmoving at the formation’s heart, not even glancing at the deadly runes beneath him.
“Stop! This is a misunderstanding!” The earlier accompanying elders hurriedly intervened, halting the reinforcements.
“He trespassed into our sacred land and destroyed Yi’s record tablet! What misunderstanding?!” An elder strode forward, eyes gleaming like golden lanterns.
Little Rascal recognized him at once—Shi Li, ninth among the grand elders, a man of immense authority. The very one who had shielded Shi Yi and his mother, leading the siege against his father.
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