The mountains and forests were eerily silent, with all birds and beasts prostrating on the ground, trembling in fear as they worshipped in one direction, overwhelmed by an indescribable terror. Deep within the dense woods, the grass was stained red with blood. Little Rascal sat cross-legged, his body riddled with wounds, broken and battered, teetering on the brink of death. Yet now, everything had reversed.
The Tenth Heavenly Cave had opened, wisps of auspicious radiance shimmering with sacred serenity, nourishing his flesh and healing his body. This time, his injuries had been truly severe—under normal circumstances, death would have been inevitable, with no hope of survival. Yet, at the brink of exhaustion, life had rekindled, a miraculous reversal. Only through such a nirvana-like rebirth could he have survived.
From the Tenth Heavenly Cave surged divine light, like chains of order, streaming from the void and pouring into Little Rascal’s body. It was a virtuous cycle, with everything progressing toward recovery. At this moment, his latent potential surged, fully awakened, like tender sprouts bursting forth from parched earth, brimming with the vitality of new life, regenerating him. His shattered body was moistened, like a desert nourished by sweet dew, gradually regaining vitality, no longer lifeless.
**”Boom!”**
Within Little Rascal’s body, his potential surged like a raging river, flooding into the Tenth Heavenly Cave, making it manifest in reality, descending from the void. This was seizing the fortune of the heavens and earth. Ordinary people could advance to the next major realm by opening four caves, yet Little Rascal had surged forward relentlessly, reaching the ninth without concluding his cultivation in this realm.
The sound was unceasing. The Tenth Heavenly Cave had fully manifested, nearly perfected. Wisps of immortal qi emerged, exuding an eternal aura. Reaching this point had been incredibly difficult—Little Rascal’s body had been torn asunder, his essence depleted, as if he had already perished. He had experienced true death, emptying all vitality from his body, exhausting his essence, spirit, and qi, starting anew in a nirvana-like rebirth!
From life to death, then back to life—how could an ordinary person endure this? This path was the hardest; even descendants of deities struggled to open the Tenth Heavenly Cave. Even with talent, reaching the final step could still lead to annihilation.
For half a month, Little Rascal had endured unspeakable torment, clinging to hope amidst defeat, bitterness, and suffering, enduring hellish trials before finally overcoming them. The Tenth Heavenly Cave was unprecedented in the present era. Even human ancient texts avoided mentioning it, as if it were a forbidden topic, with no records of those who had succeeded.
**”Boom!”**
At last, it was truly opened, with no mishaps. The other nine caves rotated, encircling this one, merging and refining together, erupting in dazzling brilliance, unparalleled, like ten suns hanging in the sky.
Finally, with a violent tremor, the Tenth Heavenly Cave displaced the others, rearranging their order. It appeared above Little Rascal’s head, reigning supreme, commanding the rest. This “volcanic crater” seemed exceptionally mighty, grand and vast, with “magma” cascading like waterfalls, surging with supreme life essence.
Little Rascal’s wounds began to heal, his nearly severed body nourished and reconnected, undergoing a complete regeneration. A powerful ripple spread like a hurricane, sweeping through the dense forest, shaking the mountains as if an ocean were churning.
The birds and beasts grew even more terrified, trembling on the ground. Little Rascal sat motionless, eyes closed, regulating his injuries. His bleeding had stopped, his body glowing with treasure radiance, his wounds rapidly scabbing over.
Above his head, the Tenth Heavenly Cave grew ever more resplendent, its divine light outshining even the sun in the sky, becoming the sole existence between heaven and earth.
From the Tenth Heavenly Cave, strands of immortal light cascaded like waterfalls, pouring onto Little Rascal, making his body translucent, all his injuries healing. Mist swirled, shrouding the forest in mystery as Little Rascal, like a divine statue, absorbed the nourishment of his cave, undergoing continuous transformation.
Deathly energy dispersed, blood mist vanished—now there was only vitality, evoking the feeling of all things being born anew, full of hope. Around him, plants grew rapidly, sprouting and flourishing, while seeds in the soil took root and sprouted instantly.
Bathed in divine light and mist, all vegetation underwent the same process of rebirth as Little Rascal. The Tenth Heavenly Cave blazed brilliantly, seizing the fortune of the heavens to nourish the holy terror. His scars shed rapidly, bloodstains disappearing.
Soon, a sphere of light enveloped him in the forest—this was a nirvana, a rebirth, a complete metamorphosis. His body brimmed with vitality, surging like rivers and seas, breaking through his previous limits, growing so powerful that the surrounding beasts trembled in fear.
At last, Little Rascal fully recovered, his injuries completely healed, stronger and more formidable than ever, truly reaching the pinnacle of this realm—the so-called **Extreme Realm**.
With all ten caves opened, he stood atop the summit, able to overlook this domain and dominate all directions!
After an unknown length of time, Little Rascal opened his eyes—two bolts of lightning seemed to split the void, illuminating the entire forest, striking awe into all who beheld it!
Only now was this transformation truly complete. He was utterly different from before, capable of looking down upon all rivals with disdain.
The ten caves gradually receded, vanishing into the void. The terrifying fluctuations in the forest ebbed away, leaving only tranquility.
With everything concluded, the fierce beasts and birds ceased their trembling, quickly rising and fleeing, as if freed from worshipping a supreme being.
Little Rascal stood up, devoid of malice, his eyes clear and serene, his divine aura and auspicious qi internalized, his spirit brimming. Gazing into the distance, he exuded a return-to-simplicity elegance.
**”The gods’ boundless power created this world, indistinguishable from reality, mirroring it perfectly,”** the holy terror murmured, recalling the past half-month’s trials—it had felt nothing like a spiritual realm, but a true world.
Meanwhile, the outside world was in chaos. Heroes rose, ancient sects mobilized, and countless experts hunted for the holy terror, seeking to kill him.
For half a month, both the real world and the Void God Realm had been in uproar, with discussions raging and powerful figures acting.
**”This youth is terrifying—despite being gravely wounded and near death, he still evades capture.”**
**”Clearly, he can’t hold on much longer. Without a miracle, he’ll be slain within days—his body is already falling apart.”**
The holy terror’s attempt to open the Tenth Heavenly Cave had gripped everyone’s attention. The Western Tomb Beast Mountain, the Tuoba Ancient Clan, the Rain Clan, and over a dozen factions all hoped he would fail.
These days, the outside world had been in turmoil. The Tenth Heavenly Cave was a myth—if breached, it heralded the rise of a young supreme being!
Though the holy terror had failed, unease lingered. Even factions with no grudge against him watched closely.
**”Rest assured, word from Western Tomb Beast Mountain is clear—the Tenth Heavenly Cave is not easily opened, and the opportunity is fleeting. He has already missed his chance!”**
On this day, the Tuoba Clan, the Rain Clan, and others spread this news, shocking all who followed the event.
Ordinary folk knew little, but the ancient divine mountains understood the Tenth Heavenly Cave well—their ancestors, the source of their bloodline, had once produced such supreme beings.
Western Tomb Beast Mountain housed many ancient remnant species, some of whom had served in the divine mountains and possessed knowledge.
Later, an ancient powerhouse who had served in the Southern Fall Divine Mountain confirmed this upon returning to his clan—once failed, success became nearly impossible.
Both the real world and the Void God Realm were in an uproar.
Some sighed in regret for the holy terror—for humanity, this was a tremendous loss, the forfeiture of a supreme being capable of contending with all races.
Many shifted their stance, displeased with the Tuoba Clan and Western Tomb Beast Mountain, as they had cut short a young supreme’s path.
**”So close! Just a little more, and he would have succeeded!”**
No matter how people lamented, the news was final—nothing could be changed.
**”Hahaha…”**
Members of the Kun, Li, Meng, and Yuan Clans laughed heartily. From their perspective, the holy terror deserved death—if he became a supreme being, it would be the greatest calamity.
**”The opportunity is lost. Half a month has passed—he missed his window. Now, let him suffer in regret and despair.”**
The Rain Clan’s expressions were icy. Their losses had been severe—their sacred land obliterated, experts slaughtered, their reputation in the Stone Kingdom in tatters. This was a humiliation.
Of course, this was not the end. Now was the perfect time to hunt him down and finish him off.
**”At this point, what trouble can he still cause? It’s time to claim his head.”**
The Tuoba Ancient Clan dispatched several young masters, leading a group into the mountains.
In truth, many other major forces had also pursued, nearing the forest. But the Tuoba were the first to arrive, swift as tigers and apes, darting through the woods.
**”Last time, I nearly caught him. This time, he won’t escape!”** A youth in crimson feathered robes said coldly.
Beside him, a silver-armored young man of imposing demeanor chuckled, **”Sixth Brother, don’t be resentful. Last time, it was I and the elders who nearly split him in half. Sadly, he still slipped away. Let’s see who takes his head this time.”**
Though smiling, the Tuoba Clan’s Second Young Master radiated even fiercer killing intent. Now that they had tracked the youth down, they would not let him escape again.
Everyone knew the holy terror was gravely wounded, his strength spent—even a common beast could kill him now. If he escaped again, what face would they have left?
**”Second Brother, I’ll wager with you—this time, I’ll be the one to kill him.”** The Sixth Young Master flicked a crimson demon needle between his fingers, its glow sinister.
Some great clans, like the Tuoba, had even brought out ancestral treasures—demonic artifacts to ensure the holy terror’s complete annihilation, both in body and spirit.
**”Fine. If I lose, I’ll claim none of the bronze fragments on him. All credit will be yours to report to the clan.”**
To them, Little Rascal was already meat on the chopping block—there was no escape.
Elsewhere, the Rain Clan advanced swiftly. No one was more desperate than them—the holy terror had slain too many of their experts and destroyed their sacred land, leaving them disgraced.
They needed to torture him to death—only then could they wash away the shame.
**”I hope you last long enough for us to reach you!”**
Their expressions were cold, murderous intent piercing to the bone.
**”Hurry! Don’t let that Flood Dragon get there first, or we’ll miss our chance!”**
Further away, other ancient sects also mobilized, scouring the mountains for the holy terror, determined to kill him and erase even his true body.
After all, they had attacked the Heaven Mending Pavilion—they feared his vengeance.
Moreover, many sought the bronze divine book in his possession. Even incomplete, it could be traded for supreme treasures.
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