"Howl!"
A wolf's cry echoed through the sky, causing many fierce beasts in the mountains to look up in surprise. They saw a large red bird flapping its wings as it flew overhead.
"What are you looking at? Never seen such a brightly feathered, world-dominating bird before?" The large red bird sneered at them with a look of disdain, as if it regarded all the heroes of the world with contempt.
"What kind of bird is that? Why does it sound like a wolf?"
"Probably a bastard child, the offspring of a Firecloud Sparrow and a Demon Wolf."
Below, some ferocious beasts whispered, passing judgment.
Already in a foul mood with a black pot strapped to its back, the large red bird was even more irritated now. Looking down at the beasts in the mountains below, it shouted, "What do you bumpkins know? I am the descendant of the divine Vermilion Bird. If you dare gossip again, I'll sweep you all away!"
"Roar!"
A massive ape leaped out of a great canyon, standing over a hundred meters tall, its body pitch black, covered in dense fur, exuding an overwhelming ferocity. It suddenly jumped towards the sky, reaching for the large red bird.
The large red bird let out a strange cry and fled frantically, flapping its wings with all its might, narrowly avoiding the ape's giant claw. It transformed into a streak of firelight and disappeared over the mountains, breaking out in a cold sweat.
"What kind of hellish place is this? It's too dangerous. Outside in the big world, I was ruling with an iron fist. How come I've been getting bullied ever since I came here? It used to be me oppressing others." The large red bird was furious, almost losing its temper.
Little Dot and Xiao Tian were also shocked. That violent ape was definitely terrifying, not something ordinary people could handle. Its level was unfathomable, clearly one of the native inhabitants.
They continued to fly, searching for the Rain Clan, but there was no trace of them.
"Let's head to the desert. They might not have given up and could still be there," Little Dot suggested.
The vast golden desert stretched endlessly, the sand grains glinting, burning their eyes. The place was too vast, silent, and boundless.
"Let me make it clear first, I'm not risking my life later. Those old guys are too terrifying. Staying alive is the priority," said the large red bird.
"If things go south, just carry us and escape," Little Dot replied.
The heat waves rolled, making the scenery appear somewhat distorted. They ventured deep into the desert, searching carefully. Little Dot also wanted to try and find Taiyi True Water again.
"A pot of divine liquid like that must weigh at least several pounds. It would be enough for us to share," Xiao Tian said, knowing well how dangerous it would be to approach the Taiyi True Water.
"The more, the better. I still don't think it's enough," Little Dot said. Besides needing it for himself, he was also thinking of Stone Village. Counting on his fingers, he added, "Chief Grandpa, Uncle Tiger, Big Zhuang, Er Meng, Pi Hou..."
"Indeed, there's no such thing as too much of it," the large red bird chimed in.
"This has nothing to do with you," the silver-robed youth retorted. He had been guarding against the bird all the way, as if against a thief.
"Oh, heavens, just let me die. This is unbearable. How did a pure and innocent divine bird like me end up in such a situation?" The large red bird felt aggrieved, almost grinding its teeth, wanting to take a bite out of Little Dot.
"Quiet," Little Dot said, as if he heard something.
The large red bird quickly descended to the ground, then carefully snuck through a sand dune. Looking ahead, it whispered, "There's an old guy leading a bunch of kids."
Yu Tian had been sullen lately, his heart filled with bitterness. He often ground his teeth in anger, wishing he could catch that brat and execute him immediately.
He was nearing sixty years old, with an extraordinary level of cultivation. But this time, after suppressing his power to enter, he had yet to accomplish anything and had already lost both legs, becoming a cripple. It was a severe setback and blow to him.
Just when he was about to obtain the Taiyi True Water, that hateful boy had descended from the sky, destroying the Rain Clan's hopes of rising to power, leaving him irritable and furious.
"Don't let me see you again, or I'll crush your bones and slowly torture you to death!" he couldn't help but roar.
Nearby were several young men and women, all geniuses of the Rain Clan. Two of them were carrying a chair, transporting Yu Tian through the desert.
They understood their uncle's bitterness. After all, he was immensely powerful, but in this place, he had to seal his strength and couldn't unleash it. He had been tormented by a child, lost both legs, and naturally felt resentful.
"Zimo has gone to invite Cousin Shi Yi. If he comes, with his void-piercing eyes, he will surely find that brat quickly," one of the young men said.
"Let's hope we can invite Cousin Shi Yi. I wonder if he's already left the forbidden area. If he's acquired the Celestial Bone, he will undergo another transformation, and no one will be able to match him."
The group all had glowing eyes, filled with admiration and reverence for Shi Yi.
"Don't let me catch him," Yu Tian ground his teeth, deeply troubled. Could his lost legs grow back? What kind of miraculous holy artifact would that require? His life's outlook seemed bleak and clouded.
"You brought this upon yourself," a voice suddenly said. Two people and a bird emerged from behind a sand dune, led by none other than the brat who had made the Rain Clan grind their teeth in hatred.
"It's you! How dare you show yourself again!" Yu Tian was furious. He had stayed in the desert to continue searching for Taiyi True Water and hadn't pursued them, but he never expected Little Dot to have the audacity to return.
"You harbor resentment towards others, but have you ever considered why things turned out this way? If you hadn't tried to kill me, it wouldn't have come to this," Little Dot said, staring at his empty pant legs.
"You little brat, prepare to die!" Yu Tian's expression turned savage. He slapped the armrest of his chair and leaped into the air, diving towards Little Dot with a ferocity that was terrifying.
His eyes bulged, his eyebrows shot up, and he exuded a murderous aura. His palms struck down, symbols flashing densely, flooding the space in front of him with radiant light.
Little Dot's strength had increased significantly. Facing him again, he was confident and unflustered. He directly summoned the golden bone shears, which shattered the array of symbols with a crackling sound.
"Open!"
Little Dot shouted, his palm glowing as lightning surged, merging the power of symbols with physical strength, meeting the misty, rain-enshrouded giant hand descending from the sky.
A thunderous explosion erupted as Little Dot's lightning-infused palm clashed with the mist-covered giant hand, shaking the desert. Sand grains surged like waves, spreading outwards in all directions, creating dozens of layers of towering waves.
The scene was terrifying, with golden sand waves reaching the sky, submerging the area, blocking out the sun, and creating an immensely dreadful sight.
"Boom!"
Yu Tian was shocked. After a single clash, he was sent flying sideways, his entire arm going numb, losing all sensation. Lightning crackled around his arm, and his body trembled violently. Then, with a loud cough, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
He could hardly believe it. His level of cultivation was so high, and his mastery of symbols far surpassed that of the boy. Yet, in this head-on collision, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning. The immense force was too terrifying, penetrating the protection of the symbols and directly impacting his physical body.
"It was pure physical strength!" A sense of anxiety and fear rose within him. This boy was too frightening. If left to grow, what would become of him?
"Crack!"
But before he could think further, he heard the sound of his hand bones fracturing. The immense force that had penetrated the symbols had not dissipated and was now exploding.
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Then, his forearm emitted the sound of bones fracturing, breaking into several pieces. The intense pain caused sweat to pour down his face. He couldn’t believe what was happening. It was terrifying—such innate strength was truly astonishing. He felt that he had to inform his clan of this child’s potential; they couldn’t let him grow any further.
With an angry roar, Yutian spat out a ball of light from his mouth. A beast horn flew out, entirely pitch-black and exuding a malevolent aura. Waves of dark light swept out from the horn, and an eerie wailing sound emanated from within, a divine noise that seemed capable of shattering a person’s soul.
“Evil spirits, all retreat!” shouted the Little One as he brandished the treasure of the Suan Ni clan, a mirror that emitted the most vigorous and masculine of thunderbolts. The thick golden lightning pierced through the black fog, striking directly ahead.
With a resounding boom, the beast horn on the opposite side trembled, unable to withstand the power of the Suan Ni treasure mirror. After all, this was a supreme artifact that had fallen from a primeval descendant, far surpassing ordinary treasures.
“This isn’t good. Ever since Uncle Ye lost his legs, his vitality has been severely weakened, and his treasure isn’t as powerful as the opponent’s. He’ll likely lose,” the younger disciples in the rear exchanged glances before charging forward together.
“Do you plan to win through numbers?” the silver-robed youth, Xiao Tian, stepped forward. Having opened his eighth heavenly cave, he was absolutely an extraordinary prodigy among humans, capable of holding off all the attackers by himself.
At the same time, the large red bird, with a blackened face, took a big step forward. In a foul mood, it wielded a black pot with one wing as if it were a human hand and charged into the crowd, ready to unleash its fury.
“You bastards! How dare you bully me! I’ll smash you to bits!”
The scene was shocking. The large red bird went berserk, brandishing the black pot as it charged left and right, smashing weapons to pieces, obliterating symbols, and soon reducing some of the people’s heads to bloody gourds.
The members of the Yu Clan were frustrated. Had this bird gone mad? When did we ever provoke you? When did we ever bully you? It attacked us out of nowhere, cursing the entire time, leaving everyone seething with anger.
In this battle, the silver-robed youth’s role was merely to contain the Yu Clan disciples, preventing them from escaping. Most of the fighting was left to the large red bird.
Despite being a primeval descendant, the bird’s power was immense. Just because it suffered under the Little One’s hand didn’t mean it was weak—on the contrary, it was incredibly strong, with few equals.
The bird rampaged through the crowd, wielding the black pot, smashing it into heads and bones alike, leaving the Yu Clan disciples with bleeding scalps and broken bones.
Meanwhile, the Little One was battling a Yu Clan elder, charging like a young ferocious beast, stirring up vast golden waves of sand with each stride, fierce and violent.
With a hum, the Suan Ni treasure mirror emitted light, its lightning blazing as it shattered the black beast horn, leaving it dim and lifeless.
The Little One’s eyes burned as he charged forward to attack. Yutian slammed the ground with force, leaping up again as symbols interwove around him, summoning the power of thunder and rain.
However, in this desert, his divine powers were at their weakest. On top of that, with his legs lost and one arm severely injured, his combat strength was greatly diminished.
The power of thunder and rain couldn’t harm the Little One, and when the Suan Ni treasure mirror shone upon it, it all dissipated.
With a hum, the golden bone scissors flew out, and with a snap, the already cracked black beast horn was severed and fell to the ground.
Yutian felt a deep pang of regret as he watched his powerful treasure be destroyed. He almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
Primeval descendants were mighty, and few could match the Little One, who wielded two such supreme treasures—such weapons could make even the most powerful clans envious.
“You little brat, let me show you the power of a forbidden technique!” Yutian, heavily wounded and with his treasure destroyed, roared in fear.
“He’s going to break the seal and unleash one final, deadly strike! Retreat!” the silver-robed youth shouted.
“Retreat!” the Little One echoed the warning, also cautioning the enraged large red bird. Then, with a powerful kick against the ground, dust and sand exploded skyward, and the Little One vanished from sight.
Yutian sneered. He hadn’t actually used a forbidden technique or broken any seals because he didn’t want to die. Instead, he was planning to use another treasure to escape.
A purple feather appeared, glowing with radiant light. As he sat upon it, he was about to soar into the sky.
Suddenly, a terrifying force swept in, with dazzling light. A pair of golden bone scissors appeared, and with a snap, they severed the treasure feather, nearly slicing Yutian in two.
At the same time, a figure darted past him—so fast that it was just a blur. With a soft pop, the figure twisted Yutian’s head off, tossing it to the ground before quickly retreating to avoid the blood spray.
The Little One hadn’t fled. Instead, he stirred up a sandstorm, using the chaos to get close and deliver a swift and decisive strike.
“You…” Yutian’s severed head could only manage that one word before its eyes went wide, filled with unwillingness and despair.
“If you really intended to use a forbidden technique, you wouldn’t have shouted it out beforehand,” the Little One said, looking down at him.
“Pfft…” Yutian spat out his last mouthful of blood. His eyes dimmed as he died, filled with regret and frustration. If he had known, he might as well have used the forbidden technique for a final strike.
“The elder is dead. Uncle Ye has been defeated!”
The Yu Clan disciples were terrified. It felt like the sky was falling. If such a powerful elder had been killed, how could they possibly stand against this?
“Run quickly! We must get Shi Yi!” someone shouted, and they began to flee in all directions.
“I haven’t vented my anger enough yet. You’re not going anywhere!” The large red bird flew into another rage, brandishing its black pot and smashing it down, stopping several people in their tracks.
At the same time, the silver-robed youth also joined the fray. Not a single person could escape—the outcome of this battle was already decided.
Yu Kun and Yu Cheng, the two leaders, had left the desert to search for the Little One, while Yu Zimo went to find Shi Yi. Apart from the three of them, every member of the Yu Clan who had entered the Broken Mountain had been annihilated.
After leaving the desert, the large red bird seemed to be in much better spirits and started to show off again.
“My combat prowess is truly unparalleled! I single-handedly took them all down. I’m so impressed with myself!”
The Little One smiled and said, “Not bad, you’ve improved. Next time, you’ll handle Yu Kun and Yu Cheng.”
The large red bird immediately shook its head and said, “No way! Those two old guys are too strong for me. I can’t handle them. But once they get the news, I bet they’ll be furious. Maybe then, a sneak attack might work.”
There was no need to think too hard about it—if the remaining two Yu Clan experts found out what had happened, they would undoubtedly go mad. The losses this time were too great, with all the young talents they brought along perishing—it was unbearable.
The silver-robed youth left, looking for a place to hide, no longer willing to take risks. As long as he could keep that jar of divine liquid, it would be the greatest reward.
The Little One didn’t have a Radiant Light Pearl, so he temporarily stored the divine liquid with the silver-robed youth without taking his share. He then continued exploring this small world.
A glowing door appeared—a passageway leading out of this marshland and into another area.
The large red bird shot through it, quickly entering a new world along the golden passage.
“Who dares disturb us? The Martial King’s Residence is hunting descendants. Leave at once!” Just as they arrived in this new place, someone shouted, scolding the Little One riding on the large red bird’s back.
“Martial King’s Residence?” The Little One’s eyes flickered. Wasn’t that the place where he was born? He had unexpectedly encountered people from the same clan, though most of them had sided with Shi Yi back then.
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