The Monkey King was incomparably powerful, invincible in this ancient miniature world, standing at the very pinnacle of the pyramid. Even a group of veteran kings joining forces couldn’t match him. Yet now, he had been injured by golden waves.
The divine monkey roared in fury, rising from the ground, its massive body collapsing an entire mountain ridge. Its golden radiance blazed brilliantly as two beams of golden light shot from its eyes, its aura soaring to the heavens.
“Clear the path!” A commanding voice echoed from outside, its true form yet to enter.
“You think I’ll move just because you say so? If you have the skill, come in and kill me!” The monkey’s ferocity surged to the skies as its golden war spear glowed, immense and unstoppable, pointing toward the exit.
Mist swirled as the portal to the miniature world opened, allowing passage—all because the Monkey King had blocked the way, slaughtering countless prodigies and obstructing the path. A tempestuous gale surged, waves of light soaring into the heavens as a massive golden palm descended, resembling the hand of a celestial emperor—vast, imposing, and impossible to resist.
The monkey bared its fangs, its spear thrusting forward with unyielding might, as if to pierce the heavens themselves. It invoked the **Law of Heaven and Earth**, its body towering over mountains, its spear as colossal as a standing ridge, its radiance and metallic killing intent surging together.
**”Clang!”**
The palm struck the spear’s tip with a deafening metallic ring, yet the crystalline palm remained unharmed, unbroken. Then came a terrifying sound—**”Crack!”**—as fissures spread across the spear.
**”Boom!”**
The spear shattered like a collapsing mountain, golden fragments crashing into the earth, leaving craters and sending dust billowing skyward. Everyone was horrified. Just how powerful was the Human Emperor? Even through the ancient world’s rules and order, his manifested palm had destroyed the Monkey King’s treasure in a single strike.
**”Cough!”**
The divine monkey spat blood, staggering, nearly collapsing under the grievous injury.
“The Human Emperor is terrifying! Even fighting from a distance, he can wound the Monkey King. If his true form descended, how unstoppable would he be?” The creatures of all clans trembled.
“Even the ancient world’s rules and order couldn’t stop him. His runic divine power surged in—how strong must he be?” No one remained unshaken.
“I refuse to accept this!” For the first time, the divine monkey had suffered such a crushing defeat. From birth until now, it had never encountered such an opponent. With a piercing cry, runes manifested in its eyes, transforming into two divine swords that shot forth, aiming to sever the palm and dismantle the Human Emperor’s treasure technique.
**”Clang!”**
The crystalline fingers flicked twice, shattering both swords into streams of light that dissipated into the void. Then, the palm pressed down. The Monkey King’s divine body convulsed violently, sent stumbling before being hurled sideways, crashing into the mountains, blood gushing from its mouth and nose.
**”Aaaah—!”**
The monkey howled in rage, drowning in humiliation. A king and conqueror all its life, it had never suffered such a defeat.
**”Boom!”**
A second head erupted from its shoulders, while two additional arms sprouted from its sides. Roaring, its body blazed as it conjured a sea of runes, charging forward in a desperate assault.
**”Boom!”**
This time, the crystalline palm descended ruthlessly, granting no quarter. Despite the monkey’s doubled power, its bones shattered under the impact. The colossal hand pressed down like a sacred crystalline peak, pinning it beneath.
Runes swarmed, auspicious energy billowed—the Human Emperor had begun refining the divine monkey.
In the blink of an eye, half the monkey’s body blurred, on the verge of dissolving into the world’s essence.
Then, the miniature world stirred. A crimson divine chain shot forth, aiming to destroy the Human Emperor’s palm.
**”Clang!”**
The Human Emperor released his grip, flicking a finger against the chain with a crisp metallic ring. The chain wavered, nearly snapping.
The Monkey King leaped back, horrified. The Human Emperor was indeed monstrous—if he advanced further, he might breach this ancient world entirely.
With that, the monkey abandoned its pride and fury, fleeing deep into the miniature world, no longer blocking the path.
Simultaneously, the crystalline palm dissolved into wisps of essence, vanishing into the world. The exit returned to peace.
**”The Human Emperor is terrifying!”**
Though his true form couldn’t enter, he could still exert his techniques to interfere with this world—a truly fearsome feat.
“He must only be able to affect the exit. If he could reach the depths, that would defy the heavens!”
“Who knows?”
The gathered prodigies, once proud and arrogant, now bowed in awe. Even a lifetime of cultivation couldn’t reach such heights—this was true dominion over the wilderness, a realm where none could rival him.
**”Charge!”**
The crowd surged forward, desperate to escape. After over a month of battle, exhaustion weighed on them all. Every extra moment felt like torture.
“Ah, what a pity. I don’t want to leave yet.” Little Rascal mumbled, the only one reluctant to depart.
Here, spirit herbs were abundant—with effort, he could gather several daily. And the ancient descendants? As long as he was diligent, he could feast on one every day. Outside, where would he find such treasures?
“So sad,” he sighed, making everyone want to kick him.
“You’re still not satisfied? You’ve practically become a little demon king!” Huo Ling’er rolled her eyes, convinced this brat was hopeless.
Stretching lazily, her slender waist and flawless figure accentuated her beauty—her black hair, fair skin, and crimson lips exuding a unique charm in her languor.
“Truly unhappy,” the brat muttered gloomily. “I didn’t catch a single ancient beast cub.”
The crowd turned away, refusing to humor him.
“Ugh, being around you hurts my pride,” only the Crimson Bird grumbled.
“Let’s go. It’s time to leave,” Huo Ling’er said.
“By the way, your father’s amazing. Can you introduce me?” Little Rascal asked hopefully.
“What do you want?” She eyed him skeptically.
Blushing, he fidgeted. “Didn’t I mention it before?”
“What, you want to be a live-in son-in-law?” the Crimson Bird interjected.
Several guardians glared murderously at the bird.
“Could I become sworn brothers with your father? He wouldn’t regret befriending someone like me,” Little Rascal said earnestly.
“Get lost!” Huo Ling’er turned away. Adopting a little uncle? No way.
“Let’s go,” the Nine-Headed Lion and Fire Crow urged, eager to leave.
“Fine, I’m staying then!” Little Rascal suddenly dashed back inside, shouting, “Little Ash, eat your fill in the Fire Nation’s palace!”
The small wolf in Huo Ling’er’s arms nodded vigorously, eyes gleaming.
Everyone gaped—was he insane? Staying behind?
Huo Ling’er scoffed. “As if he’d really stay. He’s just afraid of getting beaten up outside—or doesn’t trust us.”
Hearing this, the Crimson Bird scrambled after him. It still needed Little Rascal to introduce a master—losing him would be disastrous.
The Nine-Headed Lion and others laughed. The Five-Colored Luan Bird, originally planning to scare the brat with its elders, was stunned by his escape.
Thinking it over, they understood. This kid had stewed a Roc, boiled a White Tiger, carved meat from a Zhujian, plucked scales from a Flood Dragon, and even wrestled with that purple-clad girl. No way he’d walk out openly.
Disguised as a stout youth, Little Rascal waved at a distant figure—Xiao Tian, the silver-robed boy who had hidden in the desert, avoiding the chaos.
“Brother, glad you’re safe! Heard the depths went wild—did you see that brat?” Xiao Tian asked, having missed most events.
“Only his back. I’d love to punch him,” Little Rascal mumbled, then asked for his share of the Primordial True Water.
“You have a vessel for it? It won’t escape?”
“Don’t worry.” Storing the liquid in a jade vial, he quickly tucked it into his Qiankun Pouch.
“Such a treasure,” Xiao Tian marveled, then invited him to team up against the brat.
“You go ahead. I’ve got things to do,” Little Rascal said awkwardly.
Outside, a sea of creatures surged toward the exit. Despite over 80% perishing, the remaining crowd was vast.
The Fire Crow, Nine-Headed Lion, and others had already emerged, standing beside their elders—some in human form, others in true bodies, all immensely powerful.
Above, a majestic palace hovered—clearly the Human Emperor’s, here to retrieve Huo Ling’er, showcasing his affection.
Nearby, an ancient war chariot stood, unadorned yet awe-inspiring. A golden beast emerged, radiant and formidable—a servant of the ancient divine creatures.
Gasps filled the air. This was from the Divine Mountains, here to collect pure-blooded descendants.
Amid the exodus, a pitch-black bird skulked, sneaking out with the crowd.
“That bird… looks suspiciously familiar,” the Nine-Headed Lion muttered.
“Indeed,” the Three-Eyed Clan expert agreed.
“Definitely not one of ours. More like…” the Fire Crow trailed off.
“The Crimson Bird!” They realized—it had dyed itself black.
But the brat was nowhere to be seen.
“Where is he?” The purple-clad girl frowned from her chariot.
The Zhujian and Flood Dragon also searched, too proud to involve their elders.
Inside, the featherless bird shook its head. “Your transformation’s flawed. It fools most, but not true experts.”
Little Rascal, initially confident, grew wary. “Teach me a better one?”
The bird rolled its eyes.
“If I’m exposed, you’re caught too,” Little Rascal pressed.
Grudgingly, the bird relented. “Fine, a minor technique to perfect your disguise.”
Now a burly youth, Little Rascal strode out boldly.
The world outside brimmed with power and danger—yet he walked into it, unafraid.
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