A haze of dim light surrounded the small creature, enveloping it in a mysterious glow.
The crowd gasped in shock, realizing that this was the descendant of an ancient deity. They surged forward, desperate to seize it.
“Don’t fight for it!”
The little one, bathed in golden light, unleashed hundreds of electric sparks to shield itself and charged out to escape the encirclement.
“Leave the infant deity behind!” roared the Silver-Blooded Giant. Although he knew they were outmatched and feared the young human, he was beyond caring. With everyone joining forces, surely they could restrain him.
He extended a massive hand, with glowing symbols flashing fiercely, and struck downwards, aiming to crush the little one into pulp. At the same time, the Feather King, unwilling to be left behind, released two divine rays from the tattered base of his wings, slashing towards the little one’s arms.
“Keep the divine descendant!” others shouted in unison, unleashing a flurry of magical attacks, turning the hills into a dazzling spectacle of light and fire.
“Hmm?”
“What’s happening?”
Almost simultaneously, everyone noticed something was wrong. The magical attacks became ineffective; the light rain was absorbed, and the electric sparks vanished, all being drawn into the little one’s embrace, swallowed by the misty glow.
“It’s the infant deity, absorbing power to grow,”
The crowd was astonished. Such a remarkable display right after birth—what would it be like as it matured?
The little one emerged, feeling its hands were furry. The multicolored mist dissipated, revealing a creature about a foot long, curled up in its arms.
It was a small, grayish creature, with soft fur that looked very tender. It had upright ears and two small protrusions on its head, like budding horns.
Its entire body was gray and furry. With large, bright eyes, it looked around with confusion, huddled in the little one’s arms, visibly frightened.
“It really is a descendant of the Wolf God,” the crowd exclaimed.
It was indeed a small wolf. However, it didn’t seem as extraordinary as expected; there was no divine light or auspicious mist. Only its eyes were striking, large, and gem-like.
“Hmm, it even has a pair of wings,” one of the disciples from the Repairing Heaven Pavilion remarked in surprise. The small wings were also gray, tucked against its back. They would have been easy to overlook if not closely inspected.
Additionally, the two small protrusions on its head were definitely horns. When the little one peeled back the fur, they gleamed, unmistakably horns.
“Wolves really lay eggs,” the little one marveled, staring at the small wolf in its arms.
The crowd was stunned, watching in disbelief. Could he possibly intend to eat the divine fetus? That would be a sacrilege. If the Wolf God had a spirit, it would bring down divine punishment.
“Don’t eat it!” Fire Spirit stepped forward, nervously watching him, extending her snow-white, delicate arms to block him.
“This is an infant deity; you shouldn’t desecrate it, let alone eat it,” shouted the Nine-Headed Lion from afar, though he didn’t approach. His voice was thunderous, filled with gold light.
The little one looked at the crowd, somewhat puzzled, then retorted angrily, “You’re too cruel. How can you eat such a rare divine fetus? You’re all gluttons!”
The crowd nearly went mad. Who’s being cruel and who’s the glutton? It’s you yourself! How dare you accuse others!
“The divine fetus must be raised; otherwise, it will be struck by divine punishment,” the little one said, wiping his mouth, his gaze intense. This further startled the crowd.
Clearly, they had overestimated his intentions. The little one wasn’t going to eat the divine fetus; he truly intended to raise it and explore the secrets of its divine markings to gain a supreme divine power.
“By the way, your magical attacks earlier were absorbed by it, which seems beneficial for its growth. Try attacking a few more times,” the little one said.
As he spoke, he demonstrated, summoning a bolt of golden lightning and directing it towards the wolf deity’s descendant. The lightning crackled and struck the small creature.
“Awwooo!”
A sharp cry pierced the air. The gray wolf’s fur stood on end, its eyes glazed, and its limbs twitched—an obvious sign of being electrocuted.
The little one quickly stopped, puffing his cheeks and staring at the small wolf with a confused expression. Why wasn’t it able to handle the energy? It was just absorbing their power moments ago.
“Ah, what are you doing? The infant deity is going to be electrocuted!” Princess of the Fire Nation scolded, her voice filled with anguish.
A burnt smell wafted out, a large patch of the small wolf’s fur turned black. It was a close call, but its bones and flesh remained intact. Its large eyes showed fear and unease.
“It shouldn’t be this way. It’s a divine descendant; it should be strong. I’ll try again,” the little one said, preparing another bolt of lightning.
The crowd grew anxious and rushed forward to intervene.
“Even a divine descendant can’t control the elements right after birth. It needs to grow; don’t do anything reckless.”
“Don’t use lightning on it again, or it will die. Divine ancient beasts and sacred birds like Qiongqi, Golden Crow, and Suanni can rival deities, but they aren’t powerful right after birth. They need to grow.”
The little one nodded, “Makes sense. These creatures aren’t invincible. At least, if I encountered a similarly aged ancient beast cub, I could probably capture it.”
The crowd rolled their eyes, doubting his claims. They were more concerned about the fate of the small wolf.
Ignoring them, the little one lifted the small wolf, examining it closely, then closed his eyes to explore its internal divine markings.
At that moment, everyone’s expression changed, realizing what he was doing—attempting to uncover the ancient deity’s legacy through the small wolf.
“Boom!”
The Silver-Blooded Giant could no longer contain himself. He acted first, trying to seize the divine descendant, as it represented a supreme treasure. Any race would find this temptation irresistible.
“Defeated foe, daring to be fierce?” The little one suddenly opened his eyes, roaring and unleashing a lightning bolt from his mouth, striking the giant’s hand, leaving it blackened and trembling.
“How dare you?” At that moment, the little one spun around, brandishing the golden bone scissors, which flew out instantly to intercept the Feather King.
The Feather King, too, had attacked, erupting with divine light and endless auspicious colors. He wielded a sword, striking fiercely, with the sky trembling from its power.
“Crack!”
The golden bone scissors triumphed, severing the fearsome sword—a rare and astonishing artifact far beyond anyone’s expectations. It had caused a great calamity before, destroying many large tribes.
When the little one had taken it from the golden pangolin, he knew it wasn’t the pangolin’s personal artifact but likely a relic from its ancestors, as it had shown various omens. It had once caused devastation, leaving a sea of corpses and blood.
At that moment, the bone scissors not only cut through the terrifying bone sword but also severed the Feather King’s arm, causing blood to spray.
“Ah!” The Feather King screamed, letting out a heart-wrenching cry. He grabbed his severed arm and retreated quickly.
The Feather King and the Silver-Blooded Giant’s followers all turned pale and involuntarily backed away.
The little one glared at them, warning them not to attack him.
The scene fell into an uneasy silence. Indeed, no one dared to act recklessly.
The Nine-Headed Lion glared from a distance with a cold expression but ultimately refrained from attacking. It had already been defeated; charging forward would be futile.
Everyone felt a sense of helplessness. This was just a human youth, yet he was so powerful, even more ruthless than their ancient relics.
Nearby the Fire Princess, several figures in black cloaks emitted a terrifying aura, as if preparing to act. However, each one of them coughed up blood as they moved, clearly having sustained serious injuries in the divine cave.
Fire Spirit stopped them, preventing any further action.
The little one had intimidated everyone and ceased his attacks, putting away the bone scissors and continuing to explore the secret of the small wolf.
“How could this be absent?” After a long time, he opened his eyes in shock. As a descendant of the Wolf God, the small wolf should have possessed a unique and powerful divine symbol. Yet after much exploration, he found nothing—no primal bone symbols or markings, only strong flesh and blood, which left him quite disappointed.
He thought his perception might be off and tried to calm himself, eventually reaching a state of tranquility and resuming his exploration. This time, he used the primal true解 method to probe the wolf’s bones, but still found nothing.
The little one sighed. It couldn’t be a false reading; the primal true解 method wouldn’t deceive him. If even this couldn’t reveal anything, it must be that the divine descendant itself was flawed.
“Are you really a divine descendant?” The little one looked at the gray wolf, which seemed unimpressive and weak, with only its eyes being large and bright.
He grabbed the wolf’s tail and lifted it, then spread its tiny wings, causing the small creature to yelp loudly.
“Don’t torment it like that, give it to me!” Fire Spirit couldn’t stand it anymore and snatched the wolf away, cradling it in her arms.
However, the gray little creature’s large eyes blinked nervously, and it quickly escaped, leaping onto the little one’s shoulder like a koala.
Moreover, it opened its mouth, licked its tongue, and cried out, indicating that it was hungry.
The little one scratched his head. Why was this small wolf so clingy? But he had nothing to feed it. He looked at Fire Spirit and asked, “Sister, do you have any milk?”
The crowd was dumbfounded, staring in disbelief.
“Go to hell!” Fire Spirit erupted in fury. Usually graceful and charming, she now went completely berserk, throwing everything around and unleashing fire, charging forward.
The little one, carrying the wolf, ducked and fled, feeling quite aggrieved and not understanding how he had offended Fire Spirit. As he ran, he muttered, “It’s not a big deal if there’s none. Why the huge fuss? Let’s go find some ourselves; beast’s milk is the best.”
The crowd found this amusing and couldn’t help but think of his name in the Void God Realm—Loves Beast’s Milk. It seemed there was truth to it after all.
“Junior Brother, apologize to Sister. You shouldn’t say such things to a young lady,” said a senior sister from the Repairing Heaven Pavilion, her face flushed as she transmitted the message.
“Ridiculous! Why should I apologize? If you chase me again, I’ll hit you,” the little one grumbled in defiance.
As a result, the chase continued for two hours before they finally stopped.
The little one captured a female wolf to nurse the small creature, but it refused to eat. Instead, it stared longingly at a bundle Fire Spirit was carrying.
“Hmm?” The Fire Princess opened the bundle, revealing two spirit herbs and a jade cauldron.
The small wolf darted over, eagerly devouring the herbs, and then overturned the cauldron, almost drooling, and pounced on it.
“This is the heart of a fierce beast. It’s a blood and flesh treasure. How can such a small creature want to eat this?” Fire Spirit was astonished.
The little one’s eyes widened. The heart was transparent and bright, a condensed essence of a powerful fierce beast. It was being used to feed the small wolf. He felt conflicted; such a precious blood and flesh treasure would be invaluable for his own cultivation. It seemed wasteful to use it for feeding the small wolf.
Fire Spirit, seeing his thoughts, glared at him and said, “You don’t have time to raise it. Quickly return it to me. It was brought from the divine cave.”
After finishing the blood and flesh treasure, the small wolf perked up its ears and then swiftly clung back to the little one, eyeing the Fire Princess warily.
This infuriated Fire Spirit, who said, “I’m the one feeding you. Why are you looking at me as if I’m a thief? You should be wary of that bad kid; otherwise, he might eat you.”
The little one chuckled and said, “Go ahead; she’s your guardian. You can eat and drink there. When I need you later, you can come find me.”
The small creature flapped its tiny wings, nodded vigorously, and then jumped closer to Fire Spirit, blinking its eyes curiously.
“You…” She was furious, wanting to slap it, but after a moment of thought, she smiled, considering that she would take it back to the palace and train it slowly. After all, such a small wolf wouldn’t know much and would likely rebel.
The Silver-Blooded Giant and the Feather King exchanged glances and quickly retreated, realizing they could no longer obtain the infant deity. They decided to regroup and plan their next move.
However, they were pursued and captured by the little one, Fire Spirit, and several other geniuses from the Repairing Heaven Pavilion, barely escaping with their lives.
A few days later, in a swamp, the Nine-Headed Lion roared angrily, emerging from the muck to battle the little one.
It had already fled earlier and avoided pursuit for several days, but still, that little demon had found it. Like the Silver-Blooded Giant and the Feather King, it was defeated under the small wolf’s nose. Even though it had escaped far away and hidden in the swamp, it was in vain.
“You’re too dirty; I can’t even ride you,” the little one complained, engaging in battle with the golden lion. Eventually, both of them fell into a waterfall, and only then did he mount the golden lion.
“I am the grandson of the Nine-Ling King. If you oppress me like this, won’t you fear great calamity once we leave this small world?” the Nine-Headed Lion roared, its golden mane glowing, panting heavily.
“This is really troublesome. We’re already fighting. If I don’t deal with you, won’t you come back and complain?” the little one asked.
The Nine-Headed Lion was frustrated; this was a bit humiliating.
“Why don’t I try to win you over, making you willing to be my mount? That way, you won’t have to complain once we leave,” the little one said, sitting on its back, glowing with light and trying to subdue it.
Clearly, without immediate resolution, the battle would continue for a long time. For three days and nights, the roar of the lion persisted. The little one, riding on its back and using all his divine powers, attempted to subdue it.
Finally, the Nine-Headed Lion was exhausted, lying on the ground, its golden fur dimmed, gasping heavily.
“Young human hero, I surrender. Let’s become sworn brothers,” the Nine-Headed Lion admitted, somewhat intimidated by the little one.
“Didn’t you want to make me your battle pet before? I want to make you my mount now,” the little one said, still sitting on its back.
“I was wrong. I spoke out of turn. Please don’t hold it against me. With a brother like me, you will surely shake the world. Our clan has found an ancient method, and one day I will transform into a pure-blooded ancient fierce beast. I may not be invincible, but I will be nearly so.”
The Nine-Headed Lion spoke, subtly highlighting its importance within its clan and warning him not to act recklessly, or there would be great trouble.
“Really that formidable?” The little one’s eyes widened as he said, “I came here to capture a prehistoric fierce beast cub. If that’s the case, taking you down would save me a lot of effort.”
“Roar!” The Nine-Headed Lion roared in anger, its golden light flaring once again. It was incredibly frustrated, feeling as though it was speaking to a brick wall.
“Bad kid, you should just let it go. Swear brotherhood with him; you won’t suffer any loss and will gain great benefits in the future,” Fire Spirit advised.
“Isn’t it just about evolving into a pure-blooded Nine-Headed Lion? How impressive is that? I think I can handle capturing a true beast cub or even the offspring of a Golden-Winged Great Peng,” the little one said nonchalantly.
“A Nine-Headed Lion, once evolved into a pure-blooded ancient fierce beast, is unimaginably powerful. It once slaughtered gods and is no less formidable than the Golden-Winged Great Peng,” a senior brother from the Repairing Heaven Pavilion transmitted secretly.
The little one reluctantly nodded and said, “Alright then, once we’re out of here, you’ll be my little brother. By the way, don’t forget to have the Nine-Ling King prepare a great gift for me—at least a few hundred jin of spirit herbs. If you could manage to get a Saint Herb, that would be even better.”
“Ah!” The Nine-Headed Lion spat blood. It was already older than the little one and was now supposed to be a subordinate. After being beaten for several days, it was expected to provide a great gift—measured by weight, not by the individual herb—and it was being treated like cabbage. As for the Saint Herb, it was a dream too far. The Nine-Headed Lion itself still longed for such things, which it had never even seen its grandfather collect. These items grew on ancient divine mountains, often guarded by fierce beasts like the Chiron, Chaos, and Taotie.
“Little brother, we’ve fought for several days and must have missed many opportunities. I’ve heard your clan is spiritually attuned. Carry me to find some divine objects, and if we find the Elixir of Immortality, it can help restore your lost heads,” the little one demanded.
“Ah!” The Nine-Headed Lion nearly spat blood again. After all the trouble, it was still to be a mount.
“Don’t worry. As long as I find the Elixir of Immortality, you won’t need to carry me. Since everyone says your clan is spiritually attuned, you have to help me with this,” the little one said.
With a whoosh, the small wolf darted over from a distance, curling up in the little one’s arms, looking quite content.
Seeing this, the Nine-Headed Lion’s heart sank. This was a divine cub that relied so much on this troublesome sworn brother. Could it be that he really could subdue a prehistoric fierce beast cub?
It pondered deeply, feeling a chill, as it realized its own strength. After some comparison, it felt that this “glutton” might not be boasting; he could indeed fight with pure-blooded fierce beasts of the same age.
In the end, the Nine-Headed Lion surrendered, making the little one promise that after finding the Elixir of Immortality, it would not be troubled further.
“Rest assured, you’re my little brother. As the elder brother, I won’t bully you. Let’s set off.”
The little one tossed the flapping divine cub to Fire Spirit, instructing it, “Eat well and grow fat quickly. Later, I’ll take you back to our village. If I can’t capture a prehistoric fierce beast cub, you’ll have to guard the estate.”
The crowd exchanged glances, thinking the little one was extravagant. This was a divine cub, not just a wolf or a fierce dog, and now it was expected to guard the village. It was excessive.
What left them speechless was that the little gray wolf flapped its wings, earnestly nodded at him, then turned to Fire Spirit, asking for food.
“Why are you like him, a glutton, bad kid?” The Fire Princess was infuriated.
The little one rode on the Nine-Headed Lion and departed.
In another area, a group of people gathered together, raindrops falling and scattering rays of light over them, creating a mist. Their auras seemed to strengthen significantly.
“Our Rain Clan is indeed most suited for fighting in the rain. Is there news about that young man?”
“We captured a Unicorn Bear that said it had seen a ferocious youth who killed a Wood Clan genius and ate some powerful fierce beasts. We roughly know which area he’s in.”
“Once he emerges from that area, we should see him soon. Let’s wait for him in this region.”
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