The carriage glowed, serving both as a convenient mode of travel and an ancient war chariot. At this moment, intricate glyphs intertwined, forming a radiant curtain that carried several individuals. Countless symbols cascaded down, densely packed, nearly filling the entire valley. The cliffs cracked, massive boulders tumbled, and dust surged into the sky.
Little Rascal dodged frantically, summoning his treasure artifacts to resist. He was in peril as divine beams shot toward him, shattering the ground beneath his feet, sending earth and stones flying. The valley walls crumbled with thunderous roars, massive rocks flung chaotically into the sky. The once serene valley now lay in ruins, shrouded in dust—a scene of impending destruction.
“White Tiger, you’ve angered me! I’ll devour you!” Little Rascal snarled, his brows furrowed in fury. He had exhausted his strength trying to claim the crystalline bone pagoda, only for the White Tiger to barge in and ruin everything.
The pristine bone pagoda was extraordinary, floating effortlessly on its own. With the slightest tremor, auspicious energy billowed forth, repelling both the Bone Scissors and the Treasure Mirror, making it nearly impossible to approach. And this was merely the passive aura it emitted—it hadn’t even launched a true attack!
Finally, Little Rascal resorted to an ancient method from the *Primordial True Interpretation*, attempting to communicate with the pagoda through resonant glyphs. Just as he made slight progress, the White Tiger intruded, startling the sacred bone pagoda.
Perched atop the carriage, the White Tiger wasn’t particularly large, yet it exuded an overwhelming majesty. Its golden eyes gleamed like sharp blades.
“Are you speaking to me?” it finally uttered in human speech, its voice icy, pupils flashing with chilling light like poised arrows.
“Nonsense, you oversized cat! You’re digging your own grave!” Little Rascal snapped. His attempts to communicate with the pagoda had failed—a mist now repelled him.
“Seal the valley and kill him. I despise humans who dare speak to me like this. Retrieve that treasure now!” the White Tiger commanded, raising a paw and slamming it down. The impact was like a mountain crashing, shaking the earth. The valley drowned in a sea of white glyphs.
From the carriage, the White Tiger tossed down a beast-skin pouch. An elder caught it, loosened the rope, and the pouch’s opening erupted with radiant light, unleashing an irresistible suction force that threatened to swallow everything in the valley.
**BOOM!**
After repeated disturbances, the bone pagoda finally awakened, erupting with waves of blinding white light that shook the surroundings. Little Rascal gasped, hastily recalling his Bone Scissors and Treasure Mirror to shield himself before darting away at lightning speed.
“What a treasure! No matter the cost, we must claim it! Channel your power into my Qiankun Pouch and draw it in!” the White Tiger roared in excitement.
Two human prodigies and four burly men from the carriage stepped forward, aiding the elder in activating the pouch—crafted from the hide of an ancient divine beast. Their bodies radiated divine light, intensifying the pouch’s brilliance. The opening shone dazzlingly, devouring everything in sight, from boulders weighing tens of thousands of pounds to entire landscapes.
Little Rascal’s eyes gleamed with envy. “What a marvelous pouch! If I had it, I could pack away all the ancient beasts and carry them off!” He clenched his fists.
Despite the chaos, the bone pagoda remained unmoved, shrouded in mist, growing ever more enigmatic.
“Rise!” the White Tiger bellowed, spewing radiant energy onto the pouch to amplify its power.
**BOOM!**
The bone pagoda, thoroughly provoked, erupted in fury. With a single tremor, the valley shattered completely. The pagoda ascended, unleashing ripples of energy that triggered earthquakes across the mountains.
“Disaster! This artifact has gained sentience!” the White Tiger shrieked as the carriage shot into the clouds, barely escaping the devastation.
The pagoda swayed, scattering glyphs that nearly overturned the carriage.
“One last attempt! If we fail, we flee!” the White Tiger refused to give up.
They poured their combined might into the Qiankun Pouch, unleashing waves of radiant glyphs. The bone pagoda trembled, retracting its mist before glowing translucent, exuding a terrifying aura.
Seeing this, Little Rascal abandoned all thoughts of tiger meat. He leaped onto the Suanni Treasure Mirror and fled like a streak of light.
**BOOM!**
Behind him, the bone pagoda detonated like a falling meteor, obliterating the landscape. The sky itself seemed to split as a sun-like explosion engulfed the mountains.
“Such power!” Little Rascal gasped, heart pounding. Even an emperor would covet such a treasure.
“Retreat!” the White Tiger howled, realizing the artifact was beyond their reach.
The carriage raced away, but not before a blast of energy struck one of the men, reducing him to bloody mist mid-air.
“Faster!” the White Tiger panicked as more beams lashed out.
“ARGH!” The White Tiger itself was hit, its shoulder pierced. The elder coughed blood, his chest torn open.
They fled desperately, blood raining from the sky.
With a final flash, the bone pagoda vanished as a streak of light, leaving the shattered land in eerie silence.
“Why did it leave?” Little Rascal wondered, puzzled. He gave chase, tracking its residual energy.
Days later, he found himself before a sea of fire—molten rock churning where mountains once stood.
“Earth-Phoenix Flames!” he gasped, recognizing the legendary forge-fire used to temper divine artifacts.
At the heart of the inferno, a flickering flame pulsed like a dancing phoenix. And there, floating within it, was the bone pagoda—being reforged.
“Is it healing itself? Or evolving?” Little Rascal marveled.
For days, he lingered nearby, watching. Then, intruders arrived—members of the Kun Clan, the very ones he had humiliated in the Void God Realm.
“You again?” Little Rascal smirked. “Still sore about being stacked into a human pyramid?”
Their faces darkened with rage.
“Kill him!” the green-robed youth snarled, attacking with a bone sword.
A fierce battle erupted. Though Little Rascal was unmatched in physical strength, the elders’ glyph mastery overwhelmed him. Blood trickled from his lips as he fought defensively.
“Retreat!” He knew he couldn’t win. Mounting the golden Bone Scissors, he fled toward the molten sea.
The pursuers laughed coldly. “Where can you run?”
Suddenly, Little Rascal grinned. Whirling around, he unleashed the Suanni Mirror, blasting the lava.
**BOOM!**
The molten sea erupted—and with it, the bone pagoda, enraged at being disturbed.
“NO!” The Kun Clan screamed as their artifacts shattered, bodies plunging into the lava.
The survivors, grievously wounded, barely escaped—only to meet Little Rascal’s golden Bone Scissors.
“Gah—!” They fell, bisected, their blood staining the scorched earth.
Little Rascal shuddered at the pagoda’s wrath.
For weeks, he waited until the lava cooled. The bone pagoda had vanished—or so it seemed.
Digging into the rock, he found it—now shrunken to the size of a fingertip, inert and flawless as carved jade.
“No reaction?” He poked and prodded, but the once-terrifying artifact now seemed like a mere trinket.
With a sigh, he tied it to his hair, treating it as an ornament.
Days later, he arrived at the heart of the mountains—the legendary Treasure Cliff, where artifacts hung like stars.
And there, amidst the strongest geniuses—the Bi Fang, Golden Divine Bird, Chi Dragon, Pixiu, Demon-Slaying Tree, and others—he heard a ghostly whisper:
*”My sword… My sword…”*
Little Rascal’s hair stood on end. “Ghost Grandpa?! Aren’t you supposed to be at the Sky Mending Pavilion?!”
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