The ten people across from them changed expressions. Hailing from the Rain Tribe, they were well-versed in the extraordinary nature of the glistening bone mirror in Little One's hand. It was undoubtedly a powerful treasure.
"Attack!" one of them shouted.
Without further ado, they acted decisively. In an instant, each person was surrounded by radiance, which then intensified into a blazing brilliance that ultimately produced a sound like a tidal wave.
With a thunderous roar, all ten moved in unison. Waves of blue, one after another, surged forth, flooding the entire mountainous region. The Rain Tribe had an innate affinity with water.
In the sky, the heavy rain poured down continuously, as if providing them with endless energy. At that moment, the ten of them connected with the heavens and the earth. Their energy surged like an ocean, their symbols densely packed, transforming into tens of layers of waves that rolled forward.
This was not real water but waves woven from symbols. The sight was vast and overwhelming, covering the sky and inducing a sense of terror.
"Boom!"
Nearby, a low mountain was completely submerged by the waves. The peak fractured and fell apart, with rocks rumbling and ancient trees breaking, exploding into fragments.
"Rise!"
With a low roar, the nine-headed lion appeared, holding a string of golden prayer beads. It ascended into the sky, avoiding the massive symbol waves. Even such a powerful being could not withstand them directly.
"This is a formidable treasure technique. The combined power of these ten is not simply the sum of their strengths, but equivalent to the efforts of twenty or thirty people, which is horrifying," even Little One was astonished. The ten were extraordinary, but what was more frightening was their combined attack technique.
"Drizzling Wind and Rain Slash Moon and Stars!"
The ten shouted in unison. The rain in the sky became dense, transforming into sharp blades. They howled and flashed with dazzling light, sweeping across the lone figure and steed.
"Whoosh," "Whoosh!"
It was evident that every raindrop was as sharp as pure gold. They pierced through the nearby mountain, leaving it riddled with holes. Ancient trees shattered, and boulders turned into Swiss cheese with holes everywhere.
The golden lion roared. It leaped into the air, glowing brightly, and pounced towards the attackers while the prayer beads glowed, forming a protective shield around itself.
"Heaven-shaking Earth-shaking!" the ten shouted.
At that moment, the torrential rain turned the ground into a swamp. It was a vast expanse covered with symbols, sweeping towards them.
Nearby, a large lake was also connected, surging like an angry sea. It gathered symbols and emitted a brilliant light, carrying the might of the heavens.
The muffled roar was like a tsunami, with waves so formidable they threatened to engulf Little One and his companion.
The golden lion trembled. As a land-based ruler, it detested such swamps, especially ones imbued with treasure techniques. The countless interwoven patterns made it feel very passive.
"Break!"
Little One acted, stretching out his right hand with fingers splayed. Five bolts of golden lightning burst forth, stirring the entire watery realm. At the same time, holding the treasure mirror in his left hand, he exerted full force, producing a deafening thunderclap. A colossal thunderbolt shot up, thick and powerful, piercing through the rain.
With a thunderous explosion, countless lightning bolts erupted, dancing in the swamp. Fiery golden snakes swam at incredible speeds, wildly chaotic.
Where there was water, there was lightning. The combination was terrifying. The stronger the water power, the more intense the lightning, creating a breathtaking clash between the medium and divine power.
"Ah!"
In just a moment, six people screamed in agony, flying through the air. It was clear they were charred black, with wisps of smoke rising from them in the rain, completely scorched.
The six fell to the ground, shattered into pieces, as the lightning had turned them into cinders, and a slight impact caused them to break apart.
Three others coughed up blood, their bodies blackened. Though they did not die immediately, their eyes showed terror as they pointed trembling fingers at Little One, saying, "You..."
Before they could finish their words, they erupted in a flash of lightning, disintegrating into pieces and dying on the spot.
Only one person was less severely injured. His body was half blackened, convulsing in fear, his head unharmed by the lightning. His face was pale as he stammered, "The interplay of creation and destruction, the ultimate power of the Thunder Tribe, how could it fall into your hands? That is the Suan Ni's bone, a special bane to my Rain Tribe. How infuriating..."
In his terror, he fled, hoping to escape and warn his people. However, Little One would not give him the chance. He commanded the nine-headed lion to move forward and instantly cut off his escape route.
The nine-headed lion, radiating golden light and standing as a magnificent golden wall, blocked his path, instilling despair and fear.
This young boy, so small, had already tamed the nine-headed lion. It seemed that when Shi Yi was of his age years ago, he was no different, not significantly stronger. This caused him great dread, wondering if the Rain Tribe had made a grave mistake by provoking such a terrifying youth. If they did not eradicate him now, there would certainly be great calamity in the future.
"You should know, I am that child from back then," Little One whispered, his large eyes seeming to pierce through endless voids, recalling scenes from over eight years ago.
"What?" The genius was filled with dread, his entire body freezing cold, feeling as though he had fallen into hell. He realized the gravity of the situation.
The Rain Tribe had committed many atrocities back then. How could they expect any leniency? The child who lost the supreme bone had survived and grown to such a formidable level. This would surely lead to a massive bloodshed in the future.
He seemed to foresee a future where a great war would rage, with many of the Rain Tribe's secluded ancestors being awakened and coming out to fight this child. Surviving without the supreme bone was already against the heavens.
He was under immense mental pressure, unable to contain his scream, "No, you should not have survived!"
If this child had not lost the supreme bone, how much stronger would he have become? This thought made him shiver.
"Shi Yi is transcendent, invincible. As long as he is here, the Rain Tribe will be safe and prosper for thousands of years."
In that final moment, he clung to a glimmer of hope, recalling Shi Yi, a peerless deity in his youth. Only he could suppress and eliminate this child.
Little One said no more. The glistening bone mirror in his hand spun, and a massive thunderbolt shot out with a menacing aura, piercing through the rain curtain. With a thunderous boom, this person's chest was pierced, his entire body turned black, and then he exploded.
The golden lion shivered. This sworn brother, who usually joked and smiled, had a side that was so fierce and decisive, which filled it with awe.
"There are quite a few people from the Rain Tribe. Even this remote passage has ten talents. It can be imagined that the other passage will have even more stationed there. Let's go, we'll fight our way through." Little One said calmly.
The land was a swamp, with large lakes, rushing rivers, and misty mountains. It appeared hazy and indistinct.
"Boom!"
As Little One and his companion passed a lake, a dorsal fin broke through the water's surface. Then a colossal creature leaped up, heading towards the shore to attack, sending up white waves.
The nine-headed lion bristled with fear, fleeing at high speed as it sensed a terrifying pressure.
On the shore, a massive mouth appeared, directly biting through a forest. A burst of light erupted, with symbols raining down, sweeping across and shattering a low mountain with a crack.
"What kind of monster is that? So powerful!"
"It's a fish-dragon," Little One was astonished.
In the lake, a terrifying dragon's head emerged from the water. Its eyes were as large as millstones, its teeth one or two meters long, snow-white and eerie, with jagged scales glistening with a purple light.
Its body resembled a fish, creating enormous waves as it thrashed in the water, coldly watching the lone figure and steed depart without pursuing them.
Little One’s mind stirred. “This small world seems fraught with dangers. We need to be cautious; we should avoid provoking this dragon.”
They continued at full speed towards another passage. The creatures they encountered along the way were few, as most geniuses from other races were reluctant to linger in this misty, waterlogged region.
"Whoosh."
A streak of light flashed by. Little One’s summoned treasure technique killed the eleventh Rain Tribe genius. A silver moon swept across, severing the head and taking the life of the person.
These were all geniuses from the Rain Tribe. To have killed so many in a single day was a heavy blow. It was clear that they would be deeply pained, as this was essentially the burial of their next generation of elites.
"Poof."
Another flash of lightning, and Little One struck another person, turning his body black and leaving the corpse on the ground.
“I’ve killed twelve people in total, but it seems there are still more. How did the Rain Tribe manage to send so many? It shouldn’t be this way,” Little One wondered.
“No need to guess. They must have bent the rules and used special methods to sneak in more people,” said the nine-headed lion.
At the entrance of another passage, a person sat cross-legged, enveloped in divine light. The aura was terrifying, with symbols densely packed, covering the heavens and submerging the area.
With each breath, vast amounts of energy surged, the symbols rising and falling like an ocean, intimidating the world.
Anyone who saw this would be alarmed. Such a young figure was exceedingly rare and fearsome in the world.
The person’s body remained still, as if petrified, guarding the passage and waiting for those from the other side to arrive.
Not far away, a few others had risen and were strolling along a lake. The men were dignified, and the women graceful and beautiful, all exuding powerful auras.
“I wonder when Shi Yi will arrive. With him here, not only that troublesome child, but even an ancient ferocious beast cub would be subdued.”
“He is no longer one of us. He has entered the ancient forbidden grounds alone to seek the Heavenly Bone. If he obtains it smoothly, he should appear soon.”
The group spoke softly. Whenever Shi Yi was mentioned, their expressions grew solemn, their eyes filled with awe, as if invoking the name of a deity and fearing divine retribution.
“One of the Rain Tribe’s dual prodigies is here, renowned in the imperial capital, reputed as a prodigy. Although not as impressive as Shi Yi, he surpasses other geniuses,” a woman spoke.
The group looked towards the passage exit, where a lone figure sat cross-legged. The symbols blazed, and the sound of the Dao rumbled, as if merging with the world, drowning the area in divine light.
This was one of the Rain Tribe’s dual prodigies, with astonishing strength. In his youth, he had traversed the Great Wilderness alone, defeated many noble heirs, and gained fame in the imperial capital.
“I'm afraid if that person doesn’t appear, it’s certain death. Besides our tribe’s dual prodigies, let’s not forget the others,” a young man sneered, his gaze drifting towards a nearby mountain peak.
“Silence,” a nearby girl whispered urgently.
The group grew alert, their expressions turning serious, and they ceased further discussion.
“Bad news. That little demon has arrived, and our people have all perished in battle,” at that moment, a bloodied Rain Tribe warrior, half of his body charred, appeared.
“What did you say?” a woman at the lake’s edge demanded, frowning.
“Sixth sister, the ten alien geniuses trained by our tribe, as well as several of our cousins, are all dead. That little demon came through another passage,” the man collapsed to the ground as he spoke, his body emanating lightning, and he coughed up blood continuously.
“What?” The group was stunned. How could that child be so powerful, having only cultivated for a few years? How could he rival the Rain Tribe’s sixteen or seventeen-year-old geniuses?
They had invested a great deal, offering benefits to major clans in exchange for some spots, aiming to find the Rain Tribe’s most urgently needed treasures in this world.
Unexpectedly, before they could find the treasure, they had already lost so many people, over a dozen geniuses perished. The cost was unbearable and immense.
In the rain, a young figure appeared, riding a nine-headed lion, dazzling in golden light, piercing through the rain and mist as if a deity descending from the heavens.
Little One arrived, unmasked, and began his rampage. Throughout this journey, he had hunted in the rain, killing a total of eighteen Rain Tribe geniuses.
“Is that actually a nine-headed lion, the ancient divine king? How did it become his mount and get subdued?”
The nine-headed lion, so divine and powerful, being a mount naturally caused a stir. The sight left the people awestruck, as if a massive mountain had come crashing down upon them.
“It’s nothing. Shi Yi could do this years ago. With his double pupils opened, who could rival him?”
“Yes, Yi is a born supreme being, unmatched by anyone.”
They compared him to a more powerful figure, but it was merely to comfort themselves. In reality, the shock and awe in their eyes were hard to conceal.
“Boom!”
At that moment, Little One made his move. He raised his right hand, and the Suan Ni's treasure mirror gleamed. A symbol condensed on the mirror’s surface and then erupted in a thunderous divine light.
The golden lightning was so intense, striking the lake's edge. The onlookers were shocked, all activating symbols to defend themselves.
“Poof!”
The person who had come earlier to deliver the message was struck by the lightning, exploding into pieces and dying on the spot.
The Rain Tribe members were both astonished and enraged, with a sense of fear. This youth was establishing his dominance, killing the previously missed fish right before their eyes, and no one could stop him, sending shivers down their spines.
The nine-headed lion, glowing brilliantly, carried Little One step by step forward, like a war god descending to earth, emanating a powerful and terrifying aura that made everyone tremble.
“I gaze into the future, a realm of chaos. When I look back, there’s only emptiness behind you. Why is it so?”
At this moment, the figure sitting at the passage’s entrance stood up. The sky was filled with flickering symbols as she revealed her true form. One of the Rain Tribe’s dual prodigies turned out to be a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl.
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