"When," "when"
Little Dot pounded forcefully, but his arms ached. Given his god-like strength of over a hundred thousand pounds with a single swing of his arm, this was almost unbelievable.
The ground was covered with stone dust, created from the shattered pieces of the blue stone.
He jumped down, grabbed a bronze tripod from the courtyard, and sat on the old man's neck, once again pounding and striking with force.
The place sounded like blacksmithing, with ringing clangs and sparks flying. Neither the head nor the ancient sword moved or suffered any damage, which was frightening.
Little Dot scratched his head. It was too solid. Despite his tremendous strength, he couldn't break it. The clanging continued and sparks flew, but it wouldn't budge.
"Uncle, the sword on your head must be an extremely powerful treasure. It's so tough. If I pull it out, should I really return it to you?" Little Dot nearly drooled.
In the distance, a group of young people saw his posture. Although they couldn't see the old man, they understood what he was doing and were dumbfounded.
This kid really has guts.
And he's actually trying to take that ancient sword? His life is at risk, yet he's still eyeing the treasure.
Little Dot, of course, hadn't heard that legend and didn't know that ancient supernatural events still cast shadows today. Thus, he was pounding away vigorously, not fearing anything, trying to get the sword out.
"Oh no, all these old fellows have arrived. This is not good." Little Dot turned around and saw that animal skins were glowing, ancient horns were flashing, and vine woods were shimmering, with groups of old men flying over.
The foremost old man had appeared before. His name was Tao Ye, holding a golden gourd filled with chaotic energy, as if to encompass the world, coming swiftly.
Little Dot didn't want to attract attention, as his identity would likely be exposed. But now there was no choice; the old man with the sword piercing his head had gotten entangled with him.
When the group arrived, they were all dumbfounded. Who is this kid? What a god-like figure!
What is he doing? He's beating on the neck of that being, almost making everyone's eyeballs fall out. This is so beyond words, daring to confront an ancient supernatural being.
"Am I seeing things, or did I come to the wrong place? Who is that kid? His courage is extraordinary."
Throughout history, no one had ever dared to show such disrespect to this mysterious being. Today, they had witnessed a small child being this ferocious.
The group landed in the courtyard.
Little Dot, extremely cautious, said, "What do you want to do?" He continued holding the ancient sword and sitting on the gray-haired old man's neck, unwilling to get off.
The group was immediately stunned. We came to save you, and now we look like the villains. Moreover, it's quite speechless that this kid is hugging the sword. It looks like he's guarding it, does he still want to keep the sword for himself?
"You're holding that sword?" an elder asked.
"It's mine, I picked it up," Little Dot said, hugging the ancient sword tightly and showing a guarded expression.
The group was both amused and exasperated. They had guessed correctly; this kid was indeed going to go against the odds. Trying to snatch it was truly beyond words.
"Ahem," Elder Tao Ye with the gourd coughed and said, "I think you misunderstand. We don’t want the sword. We’re here to rescue you."
"Then tell me," Little Dot said, still vigilant. With one hand holding the ancient sword and the other lifting the bronze tripod, he continued to pound away, clearly trying to get the sword out as soon as possible.
The group from the Heaven-Mending Pavilion was in a mix of laughter and tears. It was rare to see such an extraordinary child. This style felt somewhat familiar.
"Stop hitting, no one is competing with you," Elder Xiong Fei said, his face pale, quickly ordering him to stop causing further damage.
But Little Dot ignored him, vigorously swinging the bronze tripod, creating a deafening noise that made everyone present shiver. This kid was incredibly fierce and strong.
Elder Zhuo Yun’s face turned grim. He quickly explained the ancient supernatural events, informing Little Dot that it was an unresolved mystery that still cast a shadow today.
"What? Every time it appears, many people die, especially the talented ones?" Little Dot was stunned. The bronze tripod fell to the ground with a clang, and he jumped down, running towards them.
With a whoosh, he clung to Elder Zhuo Yun, hugging him tightly and refusing to let go.
"What is this child doing? Why is he hugging me?" Elder Zhuo Yun’s face turned white. According to the legend, touching the taboo meant death for both the elders and him.
"I’ll give you the sword. Elder, save me!" Little Dot swung on his back.
"I don’t want it," Elder Zhuo Fei said, his face ashen. What to do? He couldn’t admit to being afraid in front of the three thousand young disciples.
Seeing his face lose color, Little Dot became suspicious and then jumped onto Elder Xiong Fei's back, hugging his neck and refusing to let go.
"By the spirits!" Elder Xiong Fei's face turned green. This kid's movements were incredibly fast, switching to his back, causing him fear.
Especially since he felt like there was a cold corpse standing in front of him, staring at him.
"Elder, don’t move. Your head is almost touching his face," Little Dot reminded.
Elder Xiong Fei was both frightened and angry. He cursed inwardly, wondering why this unruly child was climbing all over him. Who would save him? This supernatural being was said to be the Grim Reaper; anyone it targeted was usually doomed. It appeared every few hundred years, and anyone who came into contact with it would be doomed.
"Everyone disperse. There’s nothing to see," Elder Tao Ye said, asking the three thousand new disciples to leave.
"Take him to the Ancient Hall," another senior figure ordered, intending to take Little Dot to an important place in the Heaven-Mending Pavilion.
Elder Xiong Fei clicked his teeth. This kid was clinging to him, and how could he take him away with an ancient corpse blocking the way?
"Elder, you can walk backward," Little Dot suggested.
Elder Xiong Fei tried to persuade him kindly but ended up with a smile more pitiful than crying. "Can you get down?"
"No, I’m very afraid of dying," Little Dot clung to his neck. With a combined strength of twenty or thirty thousand pounds, he almost choked Elder Xiong Fei.
"Let go."
"No, I’m afraid of dying."
"Let go, cough cough cough," Elder Xiong Fei rolled his eyes. If it weren’t for the runes on his body glowing, he might have been suffocated by this kid. That would be a real mess.
"Quickly let go. Can’t you see Elder Xiong Fei is running out of breath?" Elder Zhuo Yun ordered.
"Oh, alright," Little Dot finally loosened his grip a bit but remained stubbornly attached to his back.
The crowd was dumbfounded. This child was truly exceptional. Most people would be in awe of the elders. Seeing him, he directly jumped on the elder's back. Such a unique case.
Some showed a look of concern. Little Dot's strength was so frightening that he nearly knocked Elder Xiong Fei unconscious.
Finally, the group, a sea of black with old men and women, set off, taking Little Dot towards the Ancient Hall.
Elder Xiong Fei was cursing inwardly all the way. He was indeed walking backward, feeling a chilling cold seep through his body. How did this troublesome child cling to him? It was even worse than the mischievous kids from the Void Divine Realm, because this situation concerned life and death.
The hall was magnificent, with auspicious vapors rising, situated on a high mountain. Overlooking the vast land, one could see the surrounding mountains shrink to insignificance. This was the council hall of the Heaven-Mending Pavilion, where discussions of major events were held.
Inside, the splendor was overwhelming. Various precious stones were embedded in the walls, radiating a glow that illuminated the hall even at night, eliminating the need for lamps. Additionally, the grand hall was adorned with ancient treasure bones, flowing with runes, casting beams of divine light.
The hall, with its dazzling colors and flowing mist of auspicious light, made Little Dot's eyes go blank. He wished he could find a hammer and start smashing the precious bones to get them down.
"Everyone, please have a seat," an elder spoke.
The Pavilion Master was not present. The elders in the hall had similar ranks, so there was no need for formal seating arrangements. However, Elders Xiong Fei and Zhuo Yun were exceptions, as their seniority was not on the same level.
As Little Dot settled down, the dazzling light in the hall gradually dimmed, becoming incredibly simple and ancient. He marveled inwardly at how the splendor faded, revealing a profound truth beneath.
The Heaven-Mending Pavilion exuded a sense of Daoist rhythm, warning and inspiring awe in its disciples.
"By the way, the Hundred断山 is about to open again. Otherwise, our Heaven-Mending Pavilion member wouldn’t have appeared once more," Tao Ye, a high-ranking figure, said. He held a golden gourd and surveyed the crowd.
"This time, he didn’t go to the Ancient Holy Academy or the Genius Camp but chose an ordinary disciple. It’s truly peculiar," someone beside him commented.
"What are you talking about?" Little Dot asked in confusion.
"Child, do you want to live?" Tao Ye asked with a smile.
"Why should I die?" Little Dot, clinging to Elder Xiong Fei's neck, asked indignantly.
"Be gentle," Elder Xiong Fei grumbled, his frustration evident. This child’s strength was too much.
Suddenly, a possibility struck him. He stiffened for a moment, then trembled with anger. He wanted to turn around and scrutinize the child’s face carefully.
"Child, if you want to live, you need to retrieve the sword for him. Otherwise, you will definitely die. From ancient times to the present, everyone chosen by him has died; none survived," Tao Ye said, his gourd glowing with a layer of precious light that shielded him, seemingly avoiding the child’s aura.
"But isn’t the sword stuck in his head?" Little Dot was puzzled.
Tao Ye shook his head and said, "This is not his sword; it belongs to an old enemy. His sword is lost in the Hundred断山 and needs to be retrieved by someone."
"What kind of place is the Hundred断山?" Little Dot asked skeptically, having never heard of it.
"We don’t have exact information. We only know it opens every few hundred years, with uncertain timing and mysterious phenomena," an elder explained.
"There must be some rumors," Little Dot said in surprise.
"Yes, there are legends. It’s a place where ancient saints wept and bled," Tao Ye said.
"What?" Little Dot’s eyes widened, and he shook his head vigorously. "I’ll never go."
"If you don’t go, you will definitely die. From ancient times to now, no one has survived after failing to fulfill the promise," Tao Ye said.
Little Dot's eyes widened even more. What kind of monster had he provoked?
"The Hundred断山 is so terrifying that even ancient saints wept and bled. Why should I go? Isn’t that just seeking death?"
Tao Ye shook his head and said, "You’re mistaken. Times have changed, and now there are great opportunities there. Originally, we planned to send some extraordinary talents, such as Shi Yi from the Ancient Holy Academy, the daughter of the Human Emperor, descendants of the Ancient Races, etc. We never expected to choose someone from the ordinary disciples. Since he chose you, we’ll add another slot."
"I’m not going," Little Dot said, fearing he was being deceived.
"You really don’t want to go? Others would sharpen their heads to get in but can’t. Do you know what kind of beings enter during each opening?"
"I don’t know."
"Forget the major ancient families of the human race who would fight for an extra slot for their own, even pure-blooded Chilin Dragons and Taotie might send their descendants in," Tao Ye explained.
"That’s impossible," Little Dot said, his eyes wide open.
Chapter 2 is coming, continue to work hard.
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