“Follow behind me—you must survive!” An elder solemnly instructed all the disciples before letting out a mighty roar and charging forward to clear the path. Outside the Sky Mending Pavilion, shadowy figures loomed—not just humans but all manner of creatures, all waiting for their chance. Should this vast sacred land collapse, the divine treasures left behind would be unimaginable. Moreover, there was the great opportunity they all coveted, one that had only appeared a handful of times over the long ages. For this, many had brought their clan’s younger generation along.
“Some scions of kings and marquises are within that Pure Land—they must have seized every advantage.”
“Even the Human Emperor is moved, plotting for his children—this must be real!”
Outside the Sky Mending Pavilion, countless creatures emerged, encircling the area. They had already begun their advance, preparing to storm inward.
**Boom!**
The battle erupted instantly, runes clashing in the air. The elder who had charged out first was soon drenched in blood, grievously wounded—there were simply too many enemies. Behind him, the disciples paled. This path was blocked.
“Kill! Break through from there!”
From another direction, over a dozen elders carved a path forward, all bathed in blood, wielding their treasures to level a mountain peak and forge a bloody escape route for their disciples.
“No one leaves alive!”
A distant elder bellowed, soaring through the air atop an ancient beast hide, a golden divine sword in hand. With a single slash—
**Boom!**
Mountains shattered, rivers rerouted. The sheer might of that strike split the earth, creating a black abyss where countless disciples perished, along with several elders.
“Tuo Ba Clan—so you’ve come after all!”
From within the Sky Mending Pavilion, a lion-like roar thundered. Thunder Ancestor Mu Yan, his hair and beard bristling like steel needles, crackled with lightning as he charged forth on a divine feather, wielding his Thunder God Hammer.
**Boom!**
The violet hammer flashed, unleashing a colossal bolt of lightning that repelled the enemy before he lunged forward.
The Tuo Ba Clan had nearly founded an ancient kingdom in antiquity, but their totem had been slain by the Sky Mending Pavilion’s divine vine, crippling them and sowing deep enmity.
“The Sky Mending Pavilion falls today—not even a god can save you!” the Tuo Ba elder wielding the golden sword roared.
“Anyone who dares move against my sect will pay in blood—starting with you!” Thunder Ancestor Mu Yan bellowed, wreathed in lightning as he surged forward.
**Boom!**
Dark clouds gathered overhead, unleashing torrential rain—a terrifying sight. He had summoned the heavens’ wrath itself.
“Damn it!” The Tuo Ba elder recoiled in horror. He hadn’t expected clouds to drift by at this moment, putting him at a severe disadvantage. Lightning cultivators could amplify their power by calling upon storm clouds.
True enough, the two clouds collided—
**Boom!**
A lightning bolt as vast as a mountain descended, striking the earth.
“Ah—!”
The Tuo Ba elder screamed, dodging frantically—but how could he outrun lightning? In an instant, he was sent flying, charred black and coughing blood before fleeing at top speed.
“Kill! Children, follow me—I’ll get you out even if it costs my life!” Thunder Ancestor Mu Yan roared.
The battle had begun—but this was just one front. Around the Sky Mending Pavilion, figures swarmed everywhere as elders led desperate breakouts. With catastrophe looming, only bloodshed could carve a path to survival.
Deep within the pavilion, the elders’ efforts proved futile—the golden spatial passage their totem had constructed was destroyed. Clearly, supreme experts had intervened.
At this moment, the ground battle remained within mortal limits, but the aerial duel was far more terrifying, a clash beyond comprehension.
The divine vine shot into the heavens, confronting several supreme beings amid the clouds. Its emerald radiance blazed, erupting in dazzling light as runes of order floated around it.
“You’ve lived far too long—a legend since the ancient deification era, yet still lingering in this world. But all glory must fade,” a humanoid figure on a golden path declared.
The Sky Mending Pavilion’s totem remained silent. There was nothing left to say.
“I seek only the divine seed. Since you’re dying anyway, leave it to me—and I’ll do my utmost to protect your sect,” a colossal fiendish bird boomed, its wings blotting out the sky as black mist churned around it. Its eyes burned like bloody moons in the darkness.
“Devourer Roc—since when do you keep your word? A mere hybrid, you were enlightened by your master, ascending to pureblood status—only to devour him in his twilight years!” a distant voice mocked, sending the fiend into a rage. Black mist surged, filling the land.
“Your time is up. Hand over the seed—you know my lineage. I hail from the Southern Fall Divine Mountain and will not break my vow. I’ll safeguard your sect,” the golden-path figure said calmly.
Gasps echoed across the battlefield. The Southern Fall Divine Mountain—a place rumored to house true deities!
Yet the ancient vine remained unmoved. Having lived since antiquity, it had seen it all—even battled gods, staining the heavens with blood. Trust was a luxury it could no longer afford.
“Divine Mountain descent makes you special?”
A monstrous beast emerged from the northern mists, its emerald eyes blazing like torches. Its killing intent was overwhelming, its form dwarfing the clouds.
“Qiong Qi—though a hybrid, you’ve stolen heaven’s fortune, rivaling the supreme. Yet what have you done? Once a nation’s totem, you consumed its people after draining their faith. Truly, the epitome of savagery!” the hidden voice taunted, exposing the beast’s past.
**Hum!**
The heavens trembled as a colossal claw, brimming with runes, descended—capable of crushing entire mountain ranges. Fortunately, it remained high above, sparing the earth.
Radiant light erupted as a godlike figure materialized in the void, haloed in sacred splendor, blocking the claw’s descent.
Within the pavilion, Little Rascal witnessed it all, his heart pounding. He didn’t recognize the two humanoid figures, but the fiendish bird and beast were no strangers.
Back in Stone Village’s mountains, when the mountain treasure emerged, four supreme beings had clashed, annihilating a hundred thousand miles. The Willow Deity had mentioned them—the Devourer Roc and Qiong Qi.
“Yi Mountain’s champion—you swallowed the Bitter Sage of Little Western Heaven, only for him to burst free and subdue you, binding you as their totem. Though you’ve since returned to your mountain, don’t think your roots are hidden,” Qiong Qi snarled.
The crowd shuddered. Little Western Heaven’s totem still lived? That sect-cum-kingdom was a terrifying force, and its totem was an ancient entity—one hailing from Yi Mountain, a fabled peak rumored to house True Hou and Golden-Winged Great Pengs!
The haloed figure sat serenely in the void, radiating sacred light as he held back Qiong Qi’s claw.
“If I surrender the seed, will you withdraw?” the vine finally spoke, its tone unshaken by impending death.
“Unless you give it to me alone, I’ll fight the others—and this land will be destroyed,” the Southern Fall figure replied.
Yi Mountain’s champion added, “Brother Vine, you know the truth. Many await your fall, having sent their heirs here for one purpose—the baptism.”
“Brutal, but undeniable. Your sect knew this, hence why they weren’t expelled,” the Devourer Roc sneered, its form stretching thousands of miles, blotting out the sun and plunging the land into darkness. “For centuries, you feigned weakness to slay the mighty. That trick won’t work now.”
The vine sighed. Once, it had lured foes to their doom—but now, it had no strength left for such schemes.
“Then let us fight!”
With a roar, the gourd on its vine shimmered, ripples of power erupting like the birth of creation, chaos surging forth.
**Boom!**
The Devourer Roc took the brunt, shrieking as feathers scattered and blood sprayed—proof of the divine seed’s might, the essence of the vine’s life.
**Hum!**
Qiong Qi struck, its claw lunging to sever the vine and seize the treasure.
The battle raged—fortunately in the skies, sparing the earth the devastation that had once ravaged Stone Village’s hundred thousand miles.
Yet the heavens themselves trembled. None dared fly, all combatants forced to the ground.
**Whoosh!**
Feathers like immortal swords slashed through the air, only to be incinerated by the vine’s emerald leaves, which surged like waves to erase all runes.
**Boom!**
The gourd swayed, clashing with a massive hand and unleashing a hundred thousand lightning bolts. Yi Mountain’s champion staggered back, his palm split and bleeding.
“To the heavens!”
The vine shot upward, vanishing into the firmament with its pursuers close behind. Runes surged like starry rivers as the battle reached apocalyptic heights.
Meteors rained down, thunderclouds churned, and blood speckled the void—but the vine, its leaves yellowing, was at its end.
“Kill!”
On the ground, the sect’s forces split into dozens of groups, fighting desperately in all directions. Limbs flew, lives extinguished like candles in the storm of runes.
“Elders!”
Disciples wailed as their protectors fell, buying time with their lives. Blocked by overwhelming foes, they changed course, guided by a blazing elder who shielded them with his body—only to be torn apart by a single strike.
“Western Mausoleum Beast Mountain—you’ve come too!”
The guardian of the Scripture Pavilion, Elder Liu, arrived like an awakened lion, slamming a white tiger aside in a brutal clash.
Tiger and elder fought savagely, the former’s killing aura shaking the mountains, the latter shedding his usual drowsiness to fight like a war god.
Everywhere, the battle raged with equal ferocity.
Meanwhile, another group—stronger, more composed—pushed inward, escorting their young toward the vine’s resting place.
“Let the moment come!” they cried to the heavens.
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