Little Rascal initially circled around the Divine Garden, only to realize that despite its vastness, it wasn’t large enough to hide from the pure-blooded powerhouses closing in on him. “You all are so terrible, impossible to get along with!” he grumbled with a dark expression before darting out of the garden.
Bei Feng, the Flood Dragon, and the other formidable beings nearly choked on their rage. How dare this brat accuse *them* of having bad temperaments? The audacity! That wretched little thief, benefiting from them and still acting smug!
Zhuo Yun was even more furious, having lost two chunks of flesh. His eyes burned crimson at the thought of one piece being stewed and the other roasted. The mere idea made him want to vomit blood.
As for the purple-robed maiden, she had already transformed into a radiant orb, shrouded in divine light, her robes fluttering like an ethereal fairy as she pursued him at breakneck speed.
“Stop chasing me! I don’t want to wrestle with you anymore!” Little Rascal shot her a glance over his shoulder.
The mention of “wrestling” made the violet-haired girl gnash her pearly teeth. She yearned to catch that little devil, not to kill him outright—no, she’d hang him up first and give him a thorough beating!
Little Rascal dearly wished to subdue one of these divine beasts or savage birds, but even his heaven-defying talents couldn’t let him fight multiple pure-blooded creatures at once. He was still young, his cultivation time too short.
At this moment, he couldn’t help but wail inwardly, wishing the heavens would lend him three more years.
Finally, after a mad dash, he burst out of the Hundred Herb Garden, escaping the sacred land. The moment he emerged, radiant light shimmered around him, and the power of glyphs surged—he could finally use his runes again.
But when he glanced back, his heart nearly stopped. The creatures behind him were even more terrifying now.
It was as if volcanoes were erupting one after another, their blazing light shooting into the sky, unleashing overwhelming fluctuations. Runes densely covered the air, making the very earth tremble. Each of them radiated the aura of a deity.
Little Rascal’s eyes flickered. He recognized this—the sign of opening the Ninth Heavenly Passage. Leaving the Divine Garden had only made things worse. These ancient divine beasts and savage birds were now unstoppable, capable of sweeping through the Hundred Breaking Mountains.
He pulled out his broken sword, ready to strike, but hesitated when he saw the Flood Dragon spit out a net—a treasure so terrifying it shimmered with starlight, its aura making all living things shudder.
“That’s pure-blood dragon scales!” Little Rascal’s blood ran cold. Such a treasure was absolutely fearsome.
Meanwhile, Zhuo Yun summoned a radiant whip, its divine light surging like a galaxy in motion. Bei Feng stood amidst towering flames, 108 divine feathers manifesting into swords behind him, their killing intent shaking the heavens.
The violet-haired girl, now enveloped in light, was barely visible—only her slender, immortal silhouette could be seen as she streaked forward like purple lightning.
Another divine bird and a humanoid figure also unleashed dazzling brilliance, their runes shaking the very mountains.
Little Rascal gripped his broken sword but ultimately didn’t swing. He had no intention of fighting to the death—these beings hailed from ancient divine mountains and surely possessed supreme treasures.
“This is bad. Outside the Divine Garden, they’re even stronger, their rune mastery terrifying! I haven’t cultivated as long as them. If we clash with runes, I’ll be in trouble.”
Without hesitation, he mounted his broken sword and vanished into the forest like a phantom.
Behind him, the mountains exploded as divine light surged like a flood, obliterating everything in its path. The pure-blooded creatures were unstoppable, shattering hills and flattening the land as they pursued him relentlessly.
“They’re too strong!” Little Rascal gasped. His only solace was the dense forest, where he could hide his body.
But the divine birds above had keen senses, tracking his every move. Bei Feng, especially, was merciless, his piercing gaze seemingly able to penetrate the woods as he dove down repeatedly to attack.
Little Rascal seethed, wishing he could chop off those wings. The birds were simply too fast—he couldn’t shake them.
After a grueling chase, he coughed up blood. The beasts hounded him relentlessly, crossing endless mountains and alarming countless experts.
Finally, he pulled out an ancient talisman, his heart aching. “Ah, every use depletes it further. What a shame.”
Placing it beneath his feet, he transformed into a streak of light, vanishing instantly—so fast that even Bei Feng and the violet-haired girl were left stunned.
“What was that? Even *I* couldn’t catch up!” a smaller divine bird exclaimed.
“An ancient divine talisman—the Earth Shrinking Rune!” the Flood Dragon murmured in shock.
The violet-haired girl nodded, her divine glow fading to reveal her breathtaking beauty. “Indeed. The Earth Shrinking Rune.”
They didn’t pursue, knowing its power—once activated, it could traverse the land in an instant.
Instead, they dispersed warily, eyeing each other with caution.
“You actually had something like that?!” the holy terror bellowed.
Little Rascal was frustrated. He hadn’t captured the Flood Dragon, Bei Feng, the violet-haired girl, or Zhuo Yun—instead, he’d wasted one use of his precious talisman.
Not long ago, outside the Treasure Dividing Cliff, a green-robed assassin had used this very talisman to escape. Little Rascal had taken note of it then.
Later, the assassin reappeared—a member of the Kun Clan—joining their sealed elder in hunting him. Little Rascal lured them over a lava lake, where a hidden pagoda annihilated the elder.
The assassin survived the lava but was slain by Little Rascal’s Dragon-Shears, who then claimed the talisman.
Now, the Earth Shrinking Rune bore another crack, its power further diminished.
*Thud!*
Little Rascal plopped onto a head-sized rock, panting heavily. The relentless chase had exhausted him.
“Hey! Wrong seat!” the holy terror snapped.
“You’re so heavy! Carrying you all this way nearly killed me. Let me sit for a bit!”
“You can lift hundreds of thousands of pounds! How is carrying me tiring? Besides, *you* dragged me along! And you could’ve put me in your spatial pouch!”
Little Rascal scoffed. If he didn’t sit on it, the rock would probably bolt. And putting it in his pouch? No way—it’d devour all his golden sand.
The holy terror squirmed under his gaze. “What do you want?”
“Those guys said you’re a Divine Smiting Stone, one of the rarest treasures. Carrying you around is a hassle. Maybe I should refine you into a treasure.”
“Pfft! As if you’re some ancient sage! Try again in a few thousand years!”
Little Rascal immediately started hammering it, the clangs ringing out.
“Fine, fine! I’ll shrink!” it wailed.
Eventually, it reduced to the size of a fingertip, its golden luster smooth as jade. Satisfied, Little Rascal tied it into his hair beside the tiny pagoda.
“Ah! What *is* that?! Keep it away from me!” The holy terror shuddered upon noticing the crystalline pagoda, barely the size of a knuckle but radiating an aura that unsettled its spiritual senses.
“Do you know its origins?” Little Rascal asked curiously.
“Nope!” It immediately wobbled to the other side of his face, refusing to stay near the pagoda.
After resting overnight to heal, Little Rascal prepared to move again. He didn’t seek out Huo Ling’er or the Nine-Headed Lion immediately, fearing Bei Feng, Zhuo Yun, and the Flood Dragon might still be trailing him.
“The most valuable forbidden zones in the Hundred Breaking Mountains are the Treasure Dividing Cliff, the Hundred Herb Garden, and the Heavenly Bone Restricted Zone,” he mused at dawn.
He decided to head for the legendary Heavenly Bone Restricted Zone, knowing it wouldn’t be peaceful.
“That person entered too. It’s been years since I last saw him. I wonder how strong he’s become.”
His expression calm, Little Rascal strode forward, passing through golden portals and traversing domains until he reached a bizarre land—a vast, desolate desert of stone and sand, dotted sporadically with colossal trees.
As he neared the center, life grew more abundant, the trees towering thousands of meters into the sky, their vines thick enough to coil around entire mountains.
“Legend says this was once a cursed land, barren and lifeless. But the blood of saints dyed its outskirts, making the vegetation flourish beyond imagination,” a voice murmured nearby.
Ahead stood a massive bone stele, jade-white and inscribed with four words: *Heavenly Bone Restricted Zone*.
A dense crowd of beings from various races hesitated at the boundary, peering into the misty expanse beyond—a land of sparse vegetation, gray fog, and endless bones.
“How many creatures died here?” Little Rascal gasped.
*Boom!*
Deep within the zone, a fierce battle erupted, shaking the earth. A pair of glowing green eyes pierced the fog like divine lanterns, sending chills down every spine.
“Pure-blooded creatures are fighting!”
Most gave up, even mighty ancient descendants unwilling to risk entering.
“Rumor has it someone inside obtained a Heavenly Bone. What incredible fortune!”
*Boom!*
A human youth emerged from the mist, repelling a divine beast with earth-shaking force.
“It’s him—Shi Yi, the Double-Pupiled!”
“The godlike youth, rivaling the descendants of deities!”
Shi Yi, bathed in sacred light, moved like an unstoppable war god.
A demonic butterfly appeared, its wings slicing through a mountain with a single flap.
“A terrifying Void Severing Demon Butterfly! So powerful!”
Yet Shi Yi had defeated it four times already.
“He must be trying to subdue it as a mount or battle spirit!”
With a heaven-shaking roar, Shi Yi soared, radiating divine light. He exhaled a five-colored brilliance, shocking all onlookers.
“The Five-Colored Divine Light—a lost treasure art of the ancient Peacock King! This is his fifth supreme technique!”
Shi Yi, like a celestial war god, suppressed the butterfly once more.
“The Martial Prince Manor’s heritage is astounding! Five world-shaking treasure arts!”
“Shi Yi is monstrous! He’s subdued the Void Severing Demon Butterfly five times now!”
The crowd could only marvel in awe and despair. This youth was peerless, unmatched in the Heavenly Bone Restricted Zone.
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