“This is enough to scare ancient supreme beings to death!” Er Meng gasped, utterly stunned and unable to believe his eyes. This was beyond outrageous—was this even a human anymore? The Crimson Bird was equally dumbfounded, gaping in disbelief at the scene. It defied all logic, an anomaly beyond comprehension.
Ten Heavenly Caves reopened, each rumbling with divine energy as vast as the sea, radiant with immortal light and auspicious qi. If witnessed, it would undoubtedly terrify those so-called geniuses to their cores. The old clan leader trembled with excitement, his lips quivering as he repeatedly muttered praises for Little Rascal, his voice shaking with emotion. Shi Linhu, Shi Feijiao, and the others stood frozen in awe before pounding their chests with fists the size of bowls, roaring in exhilaration.
“Too incredible!” The holy terror, snot-nosed brat, and the others cheered wildly, celebrating alongside their childhood friend. Beneath the willow tree, Little Rascal sat cross-legged, surrounded by the ten resounding Heavenly Caves—each colossal, as if connected to a celestial realm. Divine radiance surged, auspicious qi cascaded, and the sheer spectacle was breathtaking.
These Heavenly Caves were vast, each rivaling the tenth in grandeur, their essence pouring forth like divine waterfalls, overwhelming all who beheld them. Yet, this was reality—ten perfected Heavenly Caves, boundless and majestic. Moreover, they had transformed, no longer resembling volcanic craters but evolving into surreal, luminous worlds—true “Heavenly Caves.”
This transformation set Little Rascal deep in thought. Perhaps there was still room for further evolution. His stubbornness flared—he refused to stop here. What if these ten radiant realms, like ten separate worlds, could merge? The idea invigorated him, and he resolved to act.
“Don’t push further! You’ve already shocked ancient supreme beings—isn’t that enough?” Er Meng shouted in warning. This feat was already heaven-defying, placing him at the pinnacle of the Heavenly Cave Realm, unrivaled among his peers. To go further risked overreaching.
Yet, Little Rascal had already begun, channeling all his power to fuse the ten Heavenly Caves. Divine light surged, essence condensed, and the air shimmered with dazzling brilliance. He refused to relent, straining to merge the ten caves into one unified realm.
The onlookers were awestruck. What kind of miracle was this? Faint visions emerged—towering spirit mountains, lush peaks, divine waterfalls, and celestial beasts roaming amidst radiant clouds. It was as if a fragment of the immortal realm had manifested! Of course, they knew these were mere illusions, reflections of Little Rascal’s inner world during his breakthrough.
Only by focusing intently could one glimpse the true spectacle—the ten Heavenly Caves merging into a boundless expanse, vast enough to contain the sun, moon, and stars.
“Unbelievable!” Er Meng gasped.
**Boom!**
The moment he spoke, the fused world trembled violently. The ten caves resisted unity, colliding and threatening to shatter. Little Rascal’s body convulsed under the backlash, blood trickling from his lips—far worse than before. If the caves exploded, not even a deity could save him.
With a deep breath, he steadied himself, separating the caves and realigning them around him. Essence cascaded like rivers, nourishing his battered form.
“This path seems impossible,” he admitted, sensing the peril. Yet, his relentless spirit refused surrender. He continued testing, unwilling to abandon the idea without certainty.
**Boom!**
After repeated attempts, the caves showed signs of merging, but his body suffered immensely. The ten radiant spheres compressed, threatening to dissolve his very flesh into their unity. If he vanished, what meaning would remain?
“Is this path wrong?” he wondered, coughing blood as the caves destabilized. Finally, he sighed—this road led nowhere.
“Indeed, it is flawed,” the Willow God intoned. With supreme deduction, it had foreseen the outcome—this path demanded self-sacrifice, an impossibility.
“Yet, it hints at a forbidden technique,” the Willow God mused before falling silent. Such a method was too ruthless, inviting divine retribution with overuse.
“Ah! I see,” Little Rascal realized. “If enemies attack with their Heavenly Caves, I could use this to sacrifice them instead.”
Now was not the time for distraction. He refocused, still bathed in radiant light, contemplating his next move. Silence stretched as he accepted that the Heavenly Cave Realm’s limits had been reached.
“Willow God, has anyone else ever reopened ten Heavenly Caves like this?” he asked.
“What do you think?” the Willow God deflected.
“Across endless time and countless beings, surely others have walked this path. I’m not unique,” he replied, free of arrogance.
“Your humility is wisdom itself,” the Willow God praised. “But I wish to advance further. Do you have counsel?”
“Your path is yours alone. My words should not bind you.”
Understanding, yet unsatisfied, Little Rascal wrestled with his options. Two hours passed without breakthroughs. Only one choice remained.
“Willow God, I will stake everything—one final attempt to transcend!”
“Then strike with all your might.”
The remaining divine liquid, radiant and potent, awaited. With a roar, Little Rascal unleashed his full power, the ten caves resonating as essence surged like molten lava, drenching his body.
**Boom!**
The caves expanded, colliding violently. The world trembled, threatening to shatter. Er Meng recoiled in horror—this was madness!
Yet, Little Rascal persisted, channeling all energy toward his chest, as if awakening something dormant. The caves cracked, then—miraculously—began intertwining, drawn by the mysterious force within him.
**Hum!**
The ten caves aligned, forming a radiant halo around him, blazing like a divine sun. At its center, Little Rascal stood supreme, a sight that shook the heavens.
The ultimate Heavenly Cave Halo had been born.
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