The mountain gate was majestic, with two stone peaks standing in grayish-brown, hard and ancient, enduring for countless years.
Since the ancient saints had shed blood here until now, every few hundred years, young heroes would venture into Hundred断山 (Hundred Breaks Mountain), many of whom had come seeking their desired treasures.
When Little Dot entered, a group of powerful and ancient race geniuses had already gone inside, followed by a crowd pouring in like a flood.
The ruins were vast and boundless, shrouded in bands of black mist, with the entire world dim and obscured, making distant objects hard to see. The ground was covered with rubble and broken walls, remnants of an ancient relic.
A streak of light surged from the ruins, resembling a silver thread, darting through the air and startling everyone. It flew past them so close it almost brushed their sides.
"Chase it!"
A large group of geniuses shouted, running towards the distance in pursuit. It was a magical item, and since it had become sentient, capturing it would be invaluable.
"The magical items are buried within the ruins," Little Dot wondered aloud. He had seen that the silver streak was a branch, preserved through ages, brimming with vitality.
"These magical items are alive and won’t stay in one place. They frequently change their positions and can appear anywhere," said the Fire Raven.
A multitude of ancient beings walked together, all ancient races except Little Dot, powerful and with deep roots, making it unwise for ordinary people to approach.
The ruins were immensely vast, stretching to the edge of the earth. Besides the rubble, there were distant broken mountains, with flashes of treasure light occasionally bursting through the dim clouds.
As they ventured deeper, they stepped on ancient rubble, which crunched underfoot, as if they could hear the echoes of battles from bygone eras. The atmosphere was unsettling.
A wailing sound filled the air, and another magical item appeared. It was a purple beast horn, piercing through a broken wall and heading towards the distance.
"Chase it!"
Little Dot shouted. The ancient beings were already envious. This horn was no ordinary item; its sound was like an incantation, making one's soul ache. It was undoubtedly a rare treasure.
The Great Red Bird screeched and used a bird’s wing like a hand. Grabbing a black pot, it hurled it with force towards the beast horn.
"Boom!"
It indeed struck the horn, but the purple beast horn remained unscathed, glowing even more brilliantly. The black pot was shaken aside, crashing into a distant collapsed grand palace, raising a cloud of dust.
"Everyone, let’s join forces!"
The Nine-Headed Lion, the Purple Marten, the Fire Raven, the three-eyed brothers, and Little Dot all mobilized, sending out symbols that covered the sky, aiming to envelop the beast horn.
Simultaneously, they moved quickly, surrounding the horn, hoping to capture this sentient magical item.
The purple beast horn shone more brightly and directly pierced through the sky, vanishing into the dark heavens with incredible speed, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
"How powerful!"
"This might be a relic of the ancient saints. Its sentience is so strong that even without taking the initiative to attack, it already possesses such might."
They were very regretful, watching helplessly without any way to intercept it.
A humming sound was heard, and the void trembled slightly. A sword beam, like a river of stars, appeared and swept towards Little Dot’s waist, attempting to cut him in half.
He quickly dodged, the sword beam streaking past his body, cutting through a massive stone weighing over a hundred thousand pounds, leaving a smooth, mirror-like cut.
The sword was incredibly sharp and fearsome. If it had struck a person, there would be no chance of survival. It was truly overpowering.
"How dare you attack us!"
The Great Red Bird’s eyes were fierce, having just advanced in rank and significantly increased in power. It had been eager to test its strength.
Little Dot was stern, his face showing a hint of anger as he looked towards the direction. He saw a figure in a green robe quickly retreating.
"Kill!"
The Great Red Bird roared and soared into the sky, speeding towards the distance. Its flight allowed it to move faster than others.
"Let’s all go. To attack us in front of so many of us, do they not regard us at all?" The Nine-Headed Lion also roared, emitting a golden light that flooded the ruins.
A large group of ancient beings surged, following the Great Red Bird, the Nine-Headed Lion, and Little Dot in pursuit.
"Clang!"
In the sky, sparks flew as the Great Red Bird’s black pot collided fiercely with a flying sword, emitting dazzling sparks and loud clanging sounds.
"Hurry, damn it, we’ve encountered a tough opponent!" The Great Red Bird exclaimed, calling for help.
Although Little Dot couldn’t fly, he was extremely fast and had already arrived. He summoned the Suan Ni’s precious mirror, unleashing thunderous light to strike the figure in green.
The Nine-Headed Lion roared, its golden symbols surging like a sea, advancing forward with great force.
The Fire Raven screeched, its ominous cry accompanied by raging flames that enveloped the front.
The three-eyed strongman’s forehead opened wide, emitting blue divine light and clanging sounds.
The green-robed figure was powerful, but under the combined assault of Little Dot and the ancient beings, it couldn’t hold up. It began to cough blood, the bone sword in its hand cracking with visible fractures, and blood oozing from its mouth.
Its eyes shot a terrifying glare, filled with deep sorrow as its treasured item showed cracks, dimming its once-glorious aura. It was both infuriating and painful.
"Eh, it’s a young man," the Purple Marten exclaimed in surprise.
The green-robed figure, disheveled, revealed its true face. It appeared to be in its mid-twenties, not a young genius but clearly a "Sealer."
Little Dot’s heart tightened as he quickly charged forward, shouting, "Kill!"
The crowd followed, beginning their pursuit.
Although the green-robed figure was powerful, far exceeding typical geniuses, it was in a dire situation. Being chased by such a group of ancient beings was overwhelming even for a Sealer, who continued to cough blood and was on the verge of being cut down.
"Poof!"
Little Dot used the Suan Ni’s precious mirror to strike, a lightning bolt hitting the Sealer’s left shoulder, exploding into a cloud of blood. The shoulder blade was cracked, and the arm nearly severed.
The green-robed figure cried out in agony, ultimately gritting its teeth and pulling out a divine symbol from its bosom, pressing it to its foot. It transformed into a streak of light and vanished from the earth.
"Such a powerful divine symbol, a relic of the ancient times. It must have been obtained from these ruins, worth a fortune."
"Divine symbols like these have limited uses. He won’t be able to use it many times."
The ancient beings, well-versed in knowledge, recognized it as a "Space Shrinkage Talisman." They were amazed at the luck of the green-robed figure to have found it in the ruins.
"Damn it, my bone sword is cracked," the green-robed figure cursed from a distance, covered in blood and looking very ragged.
"Don’t think that just because you’re a Sealer, you can easily defeat that child. He is very difficult to handle," an elder spoke.
Nearby, there were a few others, each with a terrifying aura, all extraordinary.
"Let’s go together and clean out those ancient beings. They must have magical items on them. Killing them is easier than searching the ruins," said the young man in the green robe.
"Those ancient beings are formidable. Killing one or two secretly might be fine, but if we kill them all, and it gets out, it will bring great calamity to our race," an elder said solemnly.
They came from a giant clan, one of the four major clans that Little Dot had previously extorted in the Void God Realm.
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On the other side, a group was also secretly planning to deal with the Little One. Some had already begun to act, stealthily approaching and preparing a thunderous strike.
In the ruins, the Little One was already alert. His keen senses allowed him to monitor the surrounding movements constantly.
“Someone is planning to deal with us,” the Little One warned in advance.
“Enough is enough. Let's tear them apart together!” the Big Red Bird shouted.
The Nine-Headed Lion, Purple Weasel, Three-Eyed Clan experts, and others were equally furious, charging forward together. Radiant light flashed, and powerful spells erupted. The spectacle was astonishing.
The few Sealers were stunned and quickly turned to flee.
“Damn it, we’ve just arrived and haven’t exposed ourselves yet!” The family’s members were unaware that the Qingpao (blue-robed) person had already acted earlier.
Chaos erupted in the ruins as a group of ancient beings surged forward with immense power. Four strong individuals were drenched in blood, with no escape routes, and were ultimately killed.
“Damn it, how did this ruthless child end up with these ancient beings and become so powerful?” The rest of the family members, enraged, arrived from afar.
Over the next two days, the Little One, Nine-Headed Lion, Big Red Bird, Fire Raven, and others became dominant forces, sweeping through the ruins with few challengers.
During this time, they had several encounters with human Sealers. Whenever they saw someone older, they would violently pursue them without hesitation.
The vanguard of the Four Great Clans was infuriated. Who was killing whom here? They mobilized strong forces to enter the ruins, intending to deal with the unruly child. Yet, they found themselves being chased and beaten instead.
The ruins were vast and boundless. After traveling for two days, they could hardly see the end. The Little One’s group discovered over a dozen treasures, but they all soared into the sky, making them impossible to catch.
“Rumble!”
Suddenly, a sound like a mountain flood roared. The horizon lit up with the brilliance of nine suns rising together, dispelling the swirling black mist. The sound was thunderous.
“Not good, run! Numerous treasures have awakened and formed a divine tide!” someone shouted.
Ahead, over ten thousand beings fled, their faces pale and bloodless. Among them were powerful Brutal Apes, fearsome Sphinxes, and numerous human nobles.
All the beings in the ruins were fleeing in panic.
“Heavens, the treasures are reviving and slaughtering all beings in the ruins. Run!” the Fire Raven screamed. Such an uprising had happened a few days ago, during which countless talented individuals had perished.
It took to the skies, turning into a streak of dark light and vanishing in an instant. There was no way to contend with this.
“Roar!” The Nine-Headed Lion roared, emitting golden light and stepping on a string of prayer beads as it sped away.
The Big Red Bird, Purple Weasel, Three-Eyed Clan experts, and others also turned to flee, as the situation was beyond human ability to confront—far too terrifying.
At the horizon’s end, divine sounds roared like thunder, and the brilliance engulfed the entire world, as if dozens of ancient divine birds had emerged, illuminating the ruins.
The treasures combined, emitting radiant light and attacking like a divine tide. The sound was thunderous and unassailable.
Numerous beings fled in all directions.
The Little One’s eyes widened as he saw many rare treasures—made from the strongest ancient bones and hides, such as the divine wings of the Golden Crows, the gray horns of the Dragon-like serpents, and the precious armor of the Xuan Turtle. These were all invaluable.
“These are mine, all mine,” the Little One said, clenching his tiny fists and narrowing his eyes into crescent shapes, drooling incessantly. However, as the thunderous sounds approached and the divine tide came closer, he could only jump up and flee.
“Puff”
Blood spattered as a giant over ten meters tall, still running, was struck by a pure white ivory treasure from behind. Its massive head fell, blood spraying high, and the headless corpse collapsed to the ground.
“Ah!”
Nearby, a group of geniuses cried out in terror. With a flap of a Golden Crow’s wing, flames erupted, incinerating dozens in an instant, leaving nothing behind.
This scene was horrifying. The divine tide surged, the treasures attacked, and the thunderous sounds were deafening, like dozens of suns hanging in the sky. The place turned into a battlefield.
“Boom!”
Drum sounds roared, coming from a Chih Long (horned dragon) skin drum. The instant it sounded, countless people coughed up blood. Many geniuses were terrified, finding that their lives seemed worthless compared to the overwhelming threats they faced.
“Boom,” “Boom”
The drumbeat intensified, causing the last few dozen people to tremble violently, cough up blood, and their hearts shattered. Their bones were all broken.
The smell of blood filled the ruins, and carnage was everywhere.
It wasn’t until two hours later that the dazzling light on the horizon receded, and the divine tide retreated. The treasures vanished.
The ruins were dark again. Occasionally, treasures would rise from the distance, emitting dazzling lights like shooting stars across the sky.
However, people no longer felt intense excitement but instead experienced a chilling sensation. The treasures here were too terrifying, and once they gathered and formed a divine tide, they could annihilate everything—nothing could stop them.
After this catastrophe, at least two thousand people were killed, their corpses strewn across the ruins, blood staining the rubble.
“The weapons left by ancient powers are indeed terrifying.”
Many began to lose heart. Treasures were desirable, but life was more valuable, and acquiring those treasures was incredibly difficult.
The Little One, dirty but with bright eyes, had narrowly escaped the massacre as part of the fleeing army.
“It was truly terrifying. I almost got pierced by a branch of the Divine Tree.” The Little One touched his small arm, where a wound had already healed.
His body recovered quickly; it was just a minor injury, and the bleeding stopped almost instantly.
At this point, he had already become separated from the Nine-Headed Lion, Fire Raven, Big Red Bird, Purple Weasel, and others. He had lagged behind while curiously watching the treasures and hoped they were safe.
“Hmm, I need to be more careful.”
Half a month had passed. The Little One, in ragged clothes, ventured deep into the ruins. During this time, he had encountered several divine tides and had gradually figured out the patterns. After a divine tide, there was always a period of calm lasting several days.
Ahead, there were clusters of peaks, with occasional flashes of treasure light on some mountain bodies, exuding murderous intent.
“Many powerful treasures are hidden here. This is the source of the divine tide. They gather and surge into the outer ruins, causing great calamity,” the Little One whispered.
In fact, while there were many rare treasures hidden here, it was safer than the outside, where divine tides formed.
“It seems I’m not the only one who figured out the situation. Many powerful figures have entered,” the Little One observed.
He saw some experts sneaking around, moving between the peaks and searching for treasures.
Anyone who made it this far was no weakling—all were extraordinarily powerful and outstanding.
The mountainous terrain here was barren, devoid of any vegetation. Both the mountains and the plains, as well as the valleys, were the same, as if they had suffered a great calamity, leaving the land devoid of vitality.
“Seal Master,” the Little One said with a shudder, recognizing the presence of human experts, all of whom were senior figures. He felt heavy-hearted and remained on high alert.
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Two days later, the Little One was ambushed and sustained severe injuries, with blood blooming from his shoulder. He narrowly avoided having his shoulder severed and suffered heavy damage.
At the same time, he used the Golden Bone Scissors to cut through one person at the waist, causing their organs and intestines to fall to the ground in a gruesome and horrifying scene.
“Kill!”
Five more people remained unscathed, ranging in age from their twenties to thirties, and attacked like tigers and wolves. They were all Sealers.
Facing this crisis, the Little One stamped his foot with force, causing the entire stone mountain to collapse. The mountain peak slid and crashed down, sending dust and debris into the sky.
The others turned pale. The boy was terrifying, directly causing the mountain peak to collapse and slide downward. It was a sight of utter horror, making them abandon their attacks and focus on self-preservation.
Taking advantage of the chaos, the Little One escaped amidst the dust and falling rocks.
He had encountered a crisis. This mountain range was fraught with danger, and a momentary lapse in caution could cost him his life.
Several days later, having healed his wounds, the Little One emerged from a cave. His eyes gleamed with divine light, realizing that he needed to be extra cautious. Clearly, several powerful human factions were targeting him, all of whom were Sealers.
“Huh?”
He was surprised to see a valley in the distance radiating with aura, indicating hidden treasures. He dashed towards it like a hunting leopard, sneaking in.
The valley was devoid of vegetation, like other areas—barren and desolate.
The Little One cautiously entered, his eyes widening in amazement. Indeed, there was a treasure: a pure white bone tower floating and emitting radiant light, with auspicious energy steaming from it, a sight to behold.
This was undoubtedly a rare treasure. The Little One felt anxious, fearing it might escape or that he might be unable to subdue it.
He took out the Sphinx Treasure Mirror and then quickly shone it forward, simultaneously displaying the Golden Bone Scissors. He acted to suppress the sacred bone tower, aiming to imprison it.
In the valley, divine light erupted, with thousands of sacred lights swirling and engulfing the area, creating an extremely mysterious scene.
Not far away, on a mountain peak, there was a palanquin. Sitting on it was a white tiger, with two talented young human women feeding it fresh meat.
There were no beast-drawn carriages; instead, four strong individuals carried the palanquin. An elder stood in front, keeping watch.
“Huh, the supreme treasure is over there. No matter who it is, kill him!” The white tiger leaped up, communicating through divine thought, its eyes emitting terrifying light. Thunderous sounds filled the area.
“Move!”
The palanquin glowed, revealing itself as a powerful treasure. Radiant light enveloped the group as they rapidly flew toward the valley.
“Boom!”
As soon as they arrived, they launched an attack, unleashing countless runes that nearly submerged the area. The valley’s walls collapsed, and rocks flew through the air.
The Little One was enraged. At such a critical moment, someone was intervening to disrupt and prevent him from obtaining the sacred bone tower, fueling his fury.
“Huh, it’s you. This place isn’t under the protection of the Broken Sky or the Celestial Pavilion’s elders. You can’t escape this time. Kill him!” the white tiger roared in a tiger’s roar, disdainful of human language.
The palanquin glowed brighter, and the runes intensified, all falling.
“Indeed, it’s a supreme treasure. Human, don’t even think about it. It belongs to me,” the white tiger rejoiced. It was the most favored treasure it had seen since entering the mountain range.
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