The little fellow’s performance indeed caused many jaws to drop. He had actually succeeded, leaving everyone at a loss for words, wondering if there was any justice left in the world! This was no ordinary feat—it was the passageway into the Spirit Realm itself. No one ever dared dream of meddling with it; doing so would be sheer foolishness and outright heresy. Yet this brash youngling barged in like an eager child with eyes for treasure, and eventually acquired a piece of divine bone.
A group of cultivators cursed under their breath, unable to accept this reality.
“How can this simpleton break through the extreme limit? I’ve got a really bad feeling something is off!”
“If he can set records… am I hearing this right? Maybe I should try my luck too—I can’t possibly be worse than that boy!”
Clutching the treasure bone, Xiao Bud joyfully flipped it back and forth in his hands. It was pure white, shimmering with radiance, translucent and brilliant, pulsating with potent glyph power. Clearly, it was no ordinary object.
“My dear young friend,” said an elderly man with snow-white beard and moustache, stepping forward with a warm smile. “Have we not made a prior agreement? Should you succeed, I shall buy this bone from you with generous quantities of Jing Coins.”
“Since when did I agree to anything?” Xiao Bud replied, shaking his head. “I want to study it myself. Not for sale!”
Undeterred, the old gentleman chuckled again, “Then allow me to tell you more about these Jing Coins.”
“I don’t have time to listen now,” Xiao Bud waved him off without even glancing up. His gaze remained fixed on the bone with stubborn focus.
“That impudent kid…” muttered the old man bitterly. Not long ago, Xiao Bud had sought advice from him—but he hadn’t spared many words for the boy. And now look—they were reversing roles, the elder willingly explaining things, while the reckless youth turned a deaf ear!
“My friend,” chimed another voice as a middle-aged man stepped forward. “You still recall our earlier loan of weapons, yes? Might I tempt you to consider selling that sacred bone?”
“Ah, Hammer Uncle!”
Annoyed, the man’s forehead twitched, muttering darkly, “Say it one more time… That hammer has nothing to do with me.”
“But isn’t it yours? If not, then how could you lend it to me? And now why do you speak of it as though it’s a favor owed?”
Xiao Bud blinked wide-eyed in innocent confusion.
“This damned pestilence!” The man’s face darkened with fury, nearly exploding in frustration.
Laughter broke among the crowd, brightening the tense mood momentarily.
Not done yet—everyone’s gazes flamed anew, burning with desire despite cries of outrage within. They closed in again, all eyeing that radiant bone glowing in the child’s tiny grasp.
Suddenly, a stone tablet began rising slowly, wrapped in swirling mist. Upon it appeared an inscription: each character glowing brilliantly, each word striking the ears with metallic force:
“Shatter the Primordial Ground’s gate — win one Original Divine Bone as reward.” The words vibrated with celestial authority, bold calligraphy blazing with light. Illuminating skies far and near, it resounded as though a myriad swords sang in unison, shocking countless beings nearby.
“It’s true—he truly forged a legend,” someone gasped. “The Spirit Realm itself acknowledges and announces his deed!”
Shock gave way quickly to chatter, buzzing like swarming bees.
“Unbelievable. The clumsy lad became famous overnight. Such commotion on his very first arrival… incredible…”
Everyone sighed helplessly, convinced once more—the universe surely lacked fairness.
As the luminous stone drew closer toward Xiao Bud, his puzzled look deepened further, murmuring half aloud: “You still owe me three bones…”
His words sent everyone into fresh fits of despair. That stingy tyke still clung to his tally? Madness.
“There, upon your tablet—please carve details to complete the record,” reminded an aged gentleman whose shoulder hosted a five-colored bird companion.
“Many thanks, Lord Bird Sage.”
“Go away and behave!” the venerable old man huffed, whiskers standing erect in irritation.
Scratching his head sheepishly, Xiao Bud stood facing the stone, full of youthful curiosity yet slightly at a loss as to where to start—trying several strokes with poor success.
“You needn’t write truthful information,” gently suggested a kind-hearted girl nearby. “You might just add favorite or treasured names instead.”
Delighted, Xiao Bud lifted his hand confidently, swiftly carving:
“The thing I love best: Drinking Beast-Milk.”
Glowing glyphs surged over the stone, illuminating his markings and permanently etching them into legend—brilliant and iridescent.
Everyone froze instantly, silence enveloping the crowd.
“What? What happened?!” Xiao Bud instinctively sensed trouble.
At once, laughter erupted violently across the scene—all mouths gaping open uncontrollably, some doubling over from mirth.
“What a strange name… Hahaha…”
“Has this brat even been weaned?!”
Roars rolled outward. Laughter reigned.
“What do you mean—a NAME?” Xiao Bud shot back, suddenly alarmed. “Didn’t you say to record favorite items—favorite things?”
She hurriedly clarified, cheeks flushing slightly. “What I meant is—you can replace actual names using beloved treasures or sacred beasts! For instance, ‘Rainbow-Fay’—that’s MY chosen name here.”
He pulled a gloomy face. Softly pleading: “Can I change it?”
“Nope!” The answer rang loud and united—an obvious attempt at mockery.
Embarrassed beyond measure, Xiao Bud imagined what awaited ahead under such a ridiculous title. There’d be no living it down.
“Come now—there remains a final inscription,” urged one impatient soul.
The stone shined beside him once more, vibrant and holy, eagerly awaiting completion.
This time wary, Xiao Bud hesitated considerably before asking: “And this second line—what exactly must I record?”
“A description of the ultimate limit you’ve shattered,” responded one older adult.
To great solemnity surrounding him, this rare sincerity kept smiles from spreading.
Firmly decided, Xiao Bud boldly wrote two characters:
‘Swift-as-Light’.
Nervously, he wondered out loud: “Better this time, huh?”
One affirmed slowly: “Indeed, truthful. Upon recognition by the Spirit Realm, such legends shall merit future protections—as innovator within Primordial Grounds.”
“Such rules exist?!” Xiao Bud widened his eyes in surprise, excitement growing visibly.
“Of course—if false, however, benefits disappear completely, replaced by rigorous scrutiny. Records demand certain trials,” added a voice from nearby.
Understanding dawned slowly—and his already flushed face reddened more.
Yet during this moment not only in Primordial Ground—but even distant, superior realms witnessed rising stone tablets bursting into glow. Across lands and sanctuaries, radiant beams illuminated inscriptions appearing high above.
“Eh!? Someone shattered records!?”
“Who? What record!?”
Across entire planes of the Spirit Realm, tremors spread. Every legendary milestone was held with sacred reverence, reflecting supreme achievement within one field—worthy of eternal praise.
“Love Eating Beast-Milk?!” readers repeated incredulously.
Strange expressions spread like ripples. Who devised such childish nomenclature?
“Surely a pervert, right? Heh…”
Chuckles rippled through crowds.
More lines followed. As they reached “Crushed the Primordial Ground’s passageway”—
All heavens burst into chaos.
“Don’t tell me?! Someone dared obliterate a realm-gate passage—and received divine rewards! Is this the end of righteousness?!”
“Who even IS this nutcase?! Got nothing better to do but desecrate divine gates!! Total scoundrel!!”
From all sides came curses and disbelief echoing across territories. Immense as Spirit Heaven spanned its influence—whenever novel records emerged, all watched closely. Each marked presence of an unparalleled powerhouse—one mastering ultimate truths in specific fields—thus inspiring utmost respect.
“Absolute madness—what infant is he? Provoking universal disgust!”
“He’s got to suffer severe consequences—he simply defiled channels none ever attempted damaging due to unprecedented absurdity.”
Amidst collective fury, most unacceptable fact remained—Spirit Realm awarded rewards rather than punishments.
“The bone embedded originally on the gateway must be an incredibly scarce relic, likely belonging to an Ancient Dynasty species. Tremendous potential hides inside its fabric!”
“If breaking pathways wins precious relics—then let’s ALL go smash something!!”
Thus stirred envy and longing throughout lands, triggering endless debates daily.
On this day alone, discussions centered obsessively on ways to crack passageways while ridiculing the eccentric name—repeated endlessly like echo chants.
“Does THIS even count as achievement?” argued one sage. “Probably because none dared touch those portals before—who else dares attack structures no soul ever tried harming before?”
Many adventurers rose up attempting destruction in different locations simultaneously. Across various realms echoed heavy drumbeats, attacks upon barriers—but all returned wounded losers, empty-handed.
“Hopeless—these elite region channels hold stronger defenses. Perhaps we should target the Primordial ground directly?”
“Inside initial domains we revert temporarily only to Blood-Carrying capabilities—still hard to surpass.”
“At least basics beat sanctum odds—we’re moving towards starting zones. Rumors say the awarded bone approaches prehistoric dynasty quality.”
“What??? So valuable??? If it belongs to Royal Lineage bloodline tier—absolutely divine level! Let’s chase together!”
In wake of that singular event, turmoil spread wildly across Spirit Realm. All clamoring restlessly.
Meanwhile—back within primordial terrain, drizzling sparks fell gently upon the resurrecting ancient stone structure as original formations rebuilt themselves. Upon it realigned four newly restored sacred bones. Whole groups gathered—including Hammer Uncle, Lord Bird Sage, plus Master of Jing Coins—occupying forefront positions closest to the revived portal.
Taking turns smashing at it, exhaustion soon overwhelmed trio. Spittle-blood flew, yet no results occurred worth note.
“Simpleton—you pulling pranks again?? Seriously, your speed broke this barrier??” gasped Hammer Uncle, short of breath after exhaustive trials. Even mighty experts couldn’t exceed a mere adolescent’s feat without collapse nearby?
“I’m telling truth! My speed eclipsed yours totally!”
Still adamant, Xiao Bud swore loudly. Then passed along some ‘secret technique’ while grinning naughtily—insisting total secrecy.
Half-an-hour later—a cry shattered serenity as radiant pulses exploded from the stone against continuous bombardment, triggering buried runes and glyphs.
“Beast-Milk Kid, Liar!”
“You lying rascal—I flat-out refuse to believe a kid running around this slab faster than us achieved extreme velocity!!”
They growled furiously. Meanwhile—Little Buddy maintained defiant silence despite relentless accusations. After finishing tours of primitive surroundings (where settlements had greatly expanded), Xiao Bud sensed ominous gazes tracking from hidden directions. He wasn’t particularly disturbed—because in initial territory, no matter one’s cultivation strength, all reverted temporarily to Blood-Carriage capacity.
“No worries—I won’t seek confrontation,” he stated plainly.
Those gathered sighed in helpless unison. You avoid conflict? Ha! Others will happily bring it to YOU whether you invite or reject!
“It is THEM hunting YOU, specifically,” Lady Rainbow warned softly.
But surprisingly—this naïve expression brought a fierce shine behind Xiao Bud’s large eyes—clenching fists with excitement.
“Do they possess rare treasures?!”
Speechless silence ensued among witnesses.
Was he… or were THEY the robbers?
Blinking incredulously, Lady Rainbow regretted offering concern at all. Wasn’t she worrying pointlessly for this greedy toddler—himself scheming similar schemes against others?!
Eyes filled with vicious intent weren’t owned by mere fools—they recognized “Love Drinking Beast Milk” bore authentic record-breaking renown; hesitation lingered while waiting for clan masters and elite fighters’ arrivals.
Choosing neutrality otherwise—Little Buddy immersed himself fully exploring records engraved onto stone monuments:
“Fire Cloud Immortal—striding atop heavenly blaze flames. Mastery unmatched over pyromantic path.”
Seriousness clouded Xiao Bud’s face briefly. Truly frightening person—but checking timeline beneath, he felt stunned. Achieved ages ago… Tens-of-thousands of years ago? Wow…
Quickly he skimmed for modern accomplishments. One read:
“Demon Moon—blossoms with every thought. Reviving life force beyond limits, undefeated within Blood Carry domain.”
Another thousand-year gap met view before discovery caught attention. Familiar moniker jumped forth:
Stone Yi.
Born with twin pupils like ancient saints and demigods—talented enough to step into Spirit Realm’s uppermost paradises, likely already wandering exalted sanctums.
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