He was profoundly moved, as if he had gained some enlightenment and knew how to proceed. A single thought pierced through the desolate cosmos, roamed the vast void, built the mysteries of the universe, and traversed the boundless sea of time—limitless and far-reaching! Little Rascal’s spirit merged with the ten great cave heavens, as if he had experienced the era of creation, briefly touching the true essence of the Great Dao. It was vague, yet awe-inspiring. He seemed to witness how this world was formed, how life evolved, and how all things in existence operated. His heart was serene as he gazed upon it all, comprehending the mysteries of heaven and earth, understanding the transformations of the cosmos. The undulating chaos, the flickering particles of light, transformed into one living being after another. The fragments of sacred mountains, the peaks of supreme treasures, nurtured countless spiritual wonders over endless ages.
Little Rascal’s spirit was brimming with vitality, his mind peaceful. Though young, his comprehension was astonishing, capturing the fleeting traces of enlightenment, striving to imprint them upon his heart. Within the ten cave heavens, auspicious mists surged, and colorful vapors swirled. His consciousness condensed here, merging with the entire cave heaven, as if recreating all things, seeking to reshape this realm.
“Open!” Finally, he let out a soft cry, his spirit merging into one of the cave heavens, intending to reshape this “volcanic crater,” to reopen the heavens and expand it. A resonant hum filled the air as divine power fluctuated, auspicious lights burst forth, and endless ripples spread like divine thunder, making Little Rascal appear sacred beyond measure. His physical body remained motionless, yet it glowed with radiance. His spirit had left his body, fusing with the cave heaven, yet it still resonated with his flesh, connected by faint threads like divine chains of order, bridging the creation of the cosmos.
Nine of the ten cave heavens surged, channeling all their essence into one, even the sap of the Willow God—crystalline and brilliant, like a vast ocean—poured down, concentrating into that single cave heaven.
“Recreate the cave heaven!” Little Rascal murmured, gathering all his essence to strike at one cave heaven, reshaping it again and again. One after another, specks of light appeared, like countless living beings, sprouting within this cave heaven, brimming with vitality.
To create all things—such a heaven-defying feat was beyond his reach. How many in history had ever achieved it? Yet within his own cave heaven, he could attempt to nurture spiritual wonders and release life.
When his divine will condensed within the ten cave heavens, he faintly perceived the grand evolution of the universe, deeply moved. Divine radiance spread, auspicious light surged, and the magma from the other nine cave heavens poured into this one. The Willow God’s sap acted like seeds of life, filling this place with vitality, evolving the breath of existence. Vaguely, it seemed as if life had taken root here.
“Open!” Little Rascal roared, recreating the cave heaven, forging life anew. He hoped to make it even grander, rivaling the tenth cave heaven.
And indeed, it worked. The specks of light multiplied, as if countless beings were growing here, rapidly strengthening, filling the entire cave heaven with brightness and vigor. Just like the great world itself, only after creation did all things emerge, with myriad beings flourishing, making it more majestic, brimming with life and spiritual brilliance.
The growth of all beings also promoted the expansion of the cosmos, the rules of order evolving anew, becoming ever more lofty and unattainable.
Driven by the power of life, this cave heaven was reshaped, recreating the universe. Little Rascal imitated and enacted this within his own small cave heaven, using endless divine radiance to cleave open this space, continuously expanding it.
Yet, in the end, Little Rascal sighed. He was still too young, his realm not lofty enough to break through by sheer force. He remained within the cave heaven realm, unable to surpass its limits. The creation of life and spiritual wonders exceeded his control. Forcing progress would only trigger taboos, bringing signs of destruction.
“Have I truly reached the limit with ten cave heavens? Why, despite all my efforts, can I not advance even an inch?” Little Rascal whispered, watching as the specks of light within the cave heaven burst one after another, their vitality and brilliance dissolving back into mist. He gazed silently, pondering deeply.
To this, the Willow God remained silent, offering no guidance, merely observing as he sought his own breakthrough. In truth, the perfection of ten cave heavens marked the end of an extreme realm. There was little advice to give—only he could forge his own path. Each journey was unique, and excessive interference would only constrain his thoughts.
A mountain breeze blew, shrouding the great willow tree in mist. Only a dozen or so willow branches, crystalline and radiant, draped around Little Rascal, guarding him.
“Has the path truly ended? Perhaps there is still a way, one not passed down in the world, known only to those who truly reach it, leaving no words behind.” Little Rascal murmured to himself.
Above his head, the tenth cave heaven was vast, surpassing the other nine, its divine energy surging most magnificently. If the other cave heavens could reach such a state, their divine might would multiply. He had long been aware of this, yet despite his efforts over the past three months, he had made no breakthrough, unable to expand them to such grandeur.
The path seemed to have reached its end, with no further progress possible.
“Must I truly take such a risk?” Little Rascal’s expression turned grave. A bold thought stirred in his heart—one that could mean life or death.
He had already opened ten cave heavens, achieving unparalleled glory, matching the ancient young supremes. There was no need to take such risks, yet a lingering unwillingness gnawed at him. Perhaps there was still a path ahead, one not known to the world. He wanted to take that step, cut through the thorns, and forge his own way.
But it was too dangerous. If he failed, he might be crippled, the glorious legend of ten cave heavens vanishing like smoke—truly falling from heaven into hell.
“Willow God…” Little Rascal looked up at the dozen or so emerald-green, life-filled willow branches, hoping for guidance.
“This is your own path. Whether you can take that step depends on your own heart. I am merely a witness,” the Willow God whispered.
Little Rascal pondered, then looked up at the scorched tree trunk and made his decision. At worst, he would start over. If the Willow God could be reborn from nirvana, then even if he failed, as long as he lived, he could rise again.
This was the stubbornness of a “holy terror,” his little ferocity. And sometimes, people needed such determination—how else could they strengthen themselves, strive forward, and persevere unwaveringly?
“Qingfeng, Er Meng, Pi Hou—if I fail, you must catch a big fatty for me to take care of me in my later years!” The holy terror howled, preparing for madness.
Everyone was stunned. Was this kid about to risk his life? Given his usual optimism, such lighthearted shouting signaled he was about to undertake something life-threatening.
“Be careful! Don’t act recklessly!” the crowd shouted, their faces anxious.
“What is he trying to do?” Er Meng muttered suspiciously.
Mao Qiu scrambled onto his bald head, chittering incessantly at Little Rascal.
“Boom!” Little Rascal gathered the power of nine cave heavens and struck at one, withdrawing his own essence and returning to his body, unleashing divine might in a fierce assault.
“Heavens!” the Scarlet Bird shrieked.
Even the old clan leader turned pale, trembling as he stretched out a hand. “Child, no! You’re already a young supreme! Don’t be so reckless!”
He intended to destroy one of his cave heavens—this was madness! Who would dare do such a thing? The slightest misstep could mean death, or at least severe crippling, his cultivation erased.
“This kid’s gone mad!” Er Meng gaped in shock. Was he trying to destroy himself?
Little Rascal remained silent, sitting cross-legged, isolated from the outside world, immersed in his own, exerting all his strength to gather the power of nine cave heavens and strike at one.
“Boom!” Finally, the volcanic crater cracked, magma surging, exploding in the void as if the heavens had collapsed, annihilating everything around.
The dozen willow branches swayed, emerald light flickering, stabilizing the surroundings, preventing the divine radiance from raging outward, forcing it back.
Little Rascal coughed up blood, his body swaying. The destruction of the cave heaven had severely wounded him—an extremely dangerous move. An ordinary person would have been obliterated.
The surging divine energy was like a galaxy, crashing violently like a sea, submerging him. His only reliance was his own formidable strength. Though one cave heaven was shattered, he still had nine, and his flesh was crystalline, nearly indestructible!
Having opened ten cave heavens, even if he destroyed one, he could endure, preserving his life. Yet the injuries were inevitable—and severe. Terrible wounds appeared, splitting his radiant flesh. Even his formidable physique suffered such damage—how terrifying!
“Child!” The old clan leader growled, nearly vomiting blood in his anxiety, yet he dared not shout too loudly, fearing to disturb him.
Shi Linhu, Shi Feijiao, and others clenched their fists. Qingfeng, Da Zhuang, and the snot-nosed kid paced nervously, while Zi Yun, Mao Qiu, and the rest watched with deep concern. They could only observe from afar, unable to help.
Reopen the cave heaven, recreate life.
Little Rascal’s eyes flashed with divine light. Having once reached the perfection of ten cave heavens, he had ample experience and insight. He sought to dissolve and reform anew.
Especially, he recalled the process of opening the tenth cave heaven.
Silently regulating his breath, he absorbed divine radiance, refining the Willow God’s sap. His flesh rapidly healed, and he began anew.
“Exhaust everything, extinguish everything, then undergo nirvana, recreate the cave heaven,” he murmured, recalling his experiences in the Netherworld. He sought to reforge the strongest cave heaven—not by following the usual path, but by surpassing it, treading an extraordinary road.
“Boom!” Yet when he repaired his wounded body and strove to consume all divine energy to reform the cave heaven, disaster struck. The cave heaven, barely formed, exploded violently.
This time, Little Rascal was grievously wounded, his body shattered, nearly torn apart, a horrific sight with bones exposed in many places.
“This is bad! Once a cave heaven is destroyed, it’s nearly impossible to recreate. This is suppression—the laws forbid it. How can something new arise so easily after destruction?” Er Meng muttered, his heart pounding.
Little Rascal refused to yield. If he couldn’t even recreate one cave heaven, how could he fulfill his ambition—to reopen all ten, to become even stronger?
Reaching the end of this path was not enough. He sought to surpass it, to break through the extreme, to carve out his own way.
“Again!” Ignoring his bleeding, cracked body, Little Rascal frowned but did not cry out, beginning another attempt. He would recreate the cave heaven, reopen it anew.
His spirit was taut, his flesh glowing, runes fluttering like golden butterflies around him. With a resounding boom, a blazing divine light erupted, piercing the void of the cave heaven.
This time, he pushed to the limit, swiftly reopening and reforming, aided by the other nine cave heavens, pouring endless divine essence to stabilize it.
Yet he failed again. Little Rascal roared, his body nearly splitting apart, blood spraying far. It was truly difficult to reverse—once a cave heaven was destroyed, reassembling it was harder than ascending to heaven.
Thus, he tried again and again, suffering severe injuries multiple times, until finally, a turning point emerged.
For he saw faint fragments.
When the cave heaven shattered, fragments appeared, inscribed with flickering runes—hazy fragments of the Great Dao’s profound truths!
Though impossible to fully grasp, even a fleeting glimpse brought great enlightenment. Comprehending the laws of nature, these were eternal, unshakable principles.
Despite his grievous wounds, as he repeatedly recreated the cave heaven, he observed these fragments. His body was a wreck, yet his spirit seemed to ascend, growing ever more vibrant!
“Boom!” This time, he succeeded. The cave heaven did not collapse. Resonating with the mysterious symbols he had glimpsed, his spirit intertwined with them, causing the cave heaven to hum—as if it had gained life!
This cave heaven was vast, matching the tenth, bursting with auspicious light, flooding the area with terrifying divine energy.
He had found the breakthrough—to surpass his current state and advance further!
Thus, Little Rascal persisted, enduring the agony of his splitting flesh, until after a day and night, he successfully reopened all ten cave heavens, each vast and brimming with astonishing divine energy.
“Has something new emerged?” he murmured in astonishment.
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