The voice of "My sword, my sword" was intermittent.
The little one, who was fearless of both heaven and earth, felt uneasy as he looked at himself through the Suan Ni treasure mirror and saw a string of black characters floating on his forehead. The voice seemed related to these characters.
"Curse," the little one was startled. Before arriving, he had learned that the ancient mystical beings of the Supplementing Heaven Pavilion had a long history, and those chosen who failed would die under the black script curse.
"Damn it, you old ghost," the little one fumed.
The Treasure Dividing Cliff was majestic and grand, towering into the clouds. Black mist coiled around the mountain like an ancient, magnificent devil mountain, exuding an oppressive aura.
An ancient path led to the mountain body, paved with青石 (blue stone), full of the vicissitudes of time. Countless youthful heroes had walked this path in ancient times, but none ever came down again after staining the devil mountain with their blood.
The Bing Fang, Pixiu, golden divine bird, and the Pu Mo tree were scattered in different areas, each on guard against the others, their auras formidable. They were a powerful and difficult group of geniuses to deal with.
Having been cursed, the little one was naturally in a bad mood. With a gloomy face, he marched forward as if everyone owed him ten magical artifacts, ignoring the group of terrifying strong beings.
The mountain was barren, its entire surface a grayish-brown. Some rocks were dark red, resembling blood stains. The青石 (blue stone) steps were long, and as he climbed them, his face grew darker with frustration, thinking about the need to find a sword.
"I know it's a sword but haven’t been told what it looks like. How am I supposed to find it? It's driving me crazy," the little one grumbled, continuing up the mountain.
By the roadside, the Bing Fang, Pixiu, and Pu Mo tree were all astonished that this human youth hadn't even glanced at them, walking past so arrogantly.
One should know that among the beings entering the ruins, no one dared to be so distracted. Any one of them would invoke fear and require serious attention.
"How reckless," a violent ape said with a cold gaze.
The little one, startled out of his own world, looked back and said, "What are you staring at, big monkey? You look really ugly. Hey, are you a pureblood?"
The violent ape was an ancient relic of its kind, with a powerful lineage and ancestors known as divine apes. It was outrageous to call it a big monkey, and its nose was nearly bent in anger.
The little one scratched his head and said, "I promised my uncle that I would subdue a pureblood ferocious beast one day. Are you one?"
The violent ape was enraged. Facing its fiery gaze, it wanted to leap up and roar, then tear the little one apart.
In the back, the golden divine bird's eyes were even colder, its golden pupils shooting out strands of mysterious light, staring at the little one.
"Forget it, I’m not in the mood. I need to find that broken sword, or I’ll definitely die from the curse." The little one, dejected, turned and continued to climb the mountain.
A group of powerful beings had their eyes like sharp swords. Upon hearing this, they all shuddered and stepped back. Curses were the most mysterious things; one wrong move could bring disaster, and no one wanted to deal with them.
"Roar," the violent ape beat its chest angrily, venting its dissatisfaction, as if the heavens were booming.
The devil mountain was vast, and one could not see the peak or the end from it. It was the little one's first time climbing such a towering mountain, which did not feel like climbing but rather walking on a high plateau due to its enormous size.
Gigantic rocks lay scattered on the mountain, forming strange landscapes. But it was not a land of purity; black mist coiled around, making the entire area dim. One could occasionally see huge skeletons, the remains of ancient geniuses who had died.
This small world opened once every few hundred years, and countless youthful heroes had been buried here throughout history.
"Ah, that's a Bi'an. Too bad the original symbol bones have already been picked up," the little one looked around and continued forward.
The bones of various ancient spirits, like the nine-headed bird, Jiangtu, and Tao Wu, were all present. As he walked, he discovered numerous bones, all as hard as iron and stone.
This was the accumulation of long ages, the "sedimentation" from ancient times to now.
The mountain was very dim, and the fog grew thicker the higher he climbed. The little one remained cautious and vigilant, as the mountain was dangerous, evidenced by the many powerful beings who had died.
"Whoosh"
Suddenly, a cold, eerie sharpness appeared, targeting the little one's back with precision, an intense and ruthless green spear. It was dazzling and astonishing, exploding with killing intent only when it approached the little one’s body.
He felt goosebumps all over and his hairs stood on end. His body moved sideways like a flattened scroll, drifting to the side. With a "thud," the green spear pierced into a giant rock, shattering it with a gentle tremor.
Then, the green divine spear swept out, killing thousands, stirring up a whirlwind that lifted stones from the ground. Dust filled the air, creating a whistling noise.
The little one retreated, leaping over a giant rock like a nimble ape, then turned to look.
"Boom"
In that spot, a forest of stones was all broken and shattered. The green spear was extremely firm, slicing through numerous giant rocks and followed him.
This was not a human but an unusual plant. The green spear was its root, hard and sharp enough to penetrate iron and stone, coming at him again.
The little one was certain he had never seen this plant before and had no enmity with it. It was clearly a pure hunt to seize the treasures on him.
In the Hundred Broken Mountains, such things were common, especially since those who climbed this grand mountain were never ordinary, always possessing precious spiritual treasures, which were easy to attract envy.
The little one's eyes shone as he faced the strange plant in battle. The green spear, adorned with runes, emitted a green light and was extremely powerful.
However, when the little one used lightning, the plant was terrified, as lightning naturally restrained it and caused it fatal harm.
Previously, it had never seen the little one and did not know his strength. Seeing a human youth, it thought it could kill him quickly, but did not expect him to be so difficult.
It had to be said that it was very strong. It withstood dozens of attacks under the little one's fierce assault, definitely a remarkable talent.
"Crack"
With one strike, the little one scorched half of its root and made its leaves fall. The plant was frightened, its roots piercing the ground, fleeing at high speed, but could not escape.
Golden lightning struck again, enveloping it once more. With a loud boom, it turned black all over, suffering a fatal blow.
The little one’s eyes gleamed as he lunged forward, aiming to sever its root and seize the green spear, a rare treasure, while also wanting to obtain its runes and magical techniques.
"Boom"
Realizing its fate, the plant glowed brightly, then exploded, trying to destroy its life imprint and runes.
"Clang"
The little one summoned the bone scissors and, at the last moment, cut off the battle spear, which fell to the ground without being destroyed with it.
"Ah, such a pity, the spear is damaged and the runes are hidden," the little one picked it up. The spear was as tall as a person but still a bit shorter than before.
"Give it to Da Zhuang and Pi Hou," he had been collecting symbol bones and other items to bring back to the Stone Village as gifts for his clansmen.
The mountain was immense, and the higher he climbed, the more people he encountered. Over the next half hour, the little one fought several battles with people, and along the way, he saw many recent corpses.
"Whoosh"
A treasure light shot up, signaling the emergence of a magical artifact. The mountain hid many such artifacts, immediately attracting a group of beings to encircle and block him, all eager to obtain it. Naturally, a chaotic battle ensued, and blood mist soon began to rise.
"Golden Crow Wings have appeared!" someone shouted.
"This is an ancient relic," a group of people above roared, charging madly.
A golden wing hovered in the sky. With a slight flash, it unleashed a sea of flames that melted a large portion of the mountain, sending lava surging down.
The little one cursed and turned to flee, as he was directly below the flowing lava.
He summoned his magical artifact and sped away. The fierce battle above nearly dragged him into it, an undeserved calamity.
"Heavens, someone actually obtained the Golden Crow Wings! How could this artifact choose a new master?" the strong ones above exclaimed in shock.
A golden giant bird flew by, carrying a golden fan in its beak. It streaked across the sky like a meteor and vanished on the other side of the mountain.
"It’s it," the little one was startled and then extremely envious. He had seen the golden divine bird at the foot of the mountain and knew it was very powerful.
"Ah, having wings is definitely faster than having long legs. How pitiful I am, I’ve climbed so high but it’s already ahead of me," the little one grumbled.
At the same time, he remained alert. The golden giant bird was already very powerful, resembling the Great Roc. Now that it had obtained such a magical fan, it would be even more terrifying and needed to be guarded against.
The Treasure Dividing Cliff was vast. The little one climbed up for several days, searching for magical artifacts, but had not yet reached the summit. During this time, there had been numerous bloody battles. Whenever a spiritual being appeared, there was bound to be bloody slaughter.
"Poof"
In a flash of golden light, he summoned the Dragon Seahorse Scissors and killed a human strongman. A head flew high into the air, sending a spray of blood, with the headless corpse collapsing.
This was a "Li" clan strongman. Like the Kun clan, they had attempted to seize his treasure bones when he was in the initial realm, only to be overwhelmed and piled into a mountain of corpses.
In recent days, he had fought his way up, engaging in battles with several batches of mysterious attackers and learned about the origins of the Four Great Families.
The Kun clan had been completely wiped out in the ruins, and the Li, Yuan, and Meng clans were finally encountered on the Treasure Dividing Cliff, leading to several bloody battles.
After several days, the little one was covered in wounds. Though he was strong, his opponents included sealers who relentlessly appeared and nearly caused his death several times.
Fortunately, he was strong enough. Despite his youth, the young geniuses of the three clans were no match for him, relying entirely on the sealers. During this time, the little one had killed twenty or thirty people from the three clans, almost eliminating their geniuses.
This enraged the remaining sealers, who went berserk, swearing to find him and execute him.
The mountain was majestic, and the closer he got to the top, the more dangerous it became, as those who reached this point were the strongest. The little one climbed on foot and finally reached the summit, entering the true Treasure Dividing Cliff.
The sealers from the three clans were also nearing. They intentionally lagged behind to encircle him, aiming for a final kill.
The summit was vast, resembling a high plateau rather than a small area. Various gigantic rocks were scattered around, in strange shapes, as if various magical artifacts had been petrified.
In fact, there was such a legend that after ancient saints wept and bled, many perished, and their weapons arrayed on the Treasure Dividing Cliff.
An ancient stele stood, inscribed with a few lines warning people not to make noise or disturb the slumber of the saints, and not to damage or destroy the Treasure Dividing Cliff.
This was a place of peace, not to be disrupted by battles.
"Is it true?" a fierce beast asked, not entirely convinced.
"That Chiwen over there also doubted it and tried to destroy a giant rock, only to become a puddle of blood mud," a humanoid relic reminded it.
Not far away, a huge fierce spirit lay on the ground, turned into blood mud, with only a few broken bones shining with a white light, its death extremely tragic.
All the geniuses gasped. This place was indeed not to be trifled with.
Even though the ancient saints had fallen, their resting place and weapon cache could not be destroyed.
Many people entered the stone forest, sensing carefully and searching for magical artifacts, as it was rumored that many weapons were hidden within the giant rocks.
"Ah, that giant rock is glowing!" many people exclaimed.
A giant rock cracked, emitting a treasure light from the fissures, with the stone skin peeling away to reveal a magical artifact.
It was a staff, crystal-clear and blood-red, less than a foot long, but radiant and surrounded by numerous runes, emitting a terrifying thunderous roar.
"Heavens, could this truly be a weapon left by the ancient saints? The legend of the weapon cache on the Treasure Dividing Cliff is real!" people exclaimed in awe.
In front of the giant rock stood a bird, entirely blue with blood-red markings, emitting a fiery light. It was the Bing Fang, and the staff had fallen in front of it, claimed by it.
"What a pity, the staff is damaged and hard to exhibit its ancient power," people lamented. It turned out that the staff was broken, just a small fragment.
But it was still astonishing. This small piece of the artifact, if well nurtured and refined, could become a treasured relic.
"Why did it get it?" someone questioned, raising their voice and rushing forward.
However, with a soft "poof," a terrifying beam of light erupted from the Treasure Dividing Cliff, instantly shattering him into a puddle of blood mud.
The crowd gasped in shock, falling silent and no longer daring to speak recklessly.
The Bing Fang turned around, its eyes cold, sweeping over the crowd.
"We should also enter the stone forest to communicate with the ancient artifacts and obtain our own magical artifacts," the geniuses of various clans, with fiery eyes, rushed in.
After entering, the little one found himself overwhelmed. He looked at the Reclining Tiger Stone, then the Blue Ox Stone, and finally the True Hound Devouring Moon Stone ahead, his eyes flashing with joy.
"Mine, mine, all mine," the little treasure lover's eyes sparkled, and he clenched his small fists.
If these giant rocks really sealed magical artifacts, it would be astonishing, and the Treasure Dividing Cliff would truly live up to its name.
The sealers from the Li, Yuan, and Meng clans also arrived. After reading the inscriptions, they glared at the little one with murderous intent but ultimately did not dare to act rashly.
"This matter is settled. We'll take his life when we leave the Treasure Dividing Cliff."
The little one noticed them and gave them a disdainful look, followed by a dismissive gesture, completely ignoring them and making the group’s faces turn green with anger.
"Hey, big cat, you’re here too," the little one said as he turned around and saw the White Tiger.
The White Tiger let out a deep roar, its eyes full of ferocity.
"Big cat, are you calling? You don’t even have as much strength as a newborn kitten. Try being louder," the little one said, putting a hand to his ear as if he couldn’t hear.
The White Tiger’s gaze was cold, its voice low, "I will take your life when we leave the Treasure Dividing Cliff." It dared not roar loudly, or it would surely be turned into blood mud.
The little one remained unperturbed and wiped his mouth, "Looking forward to our brilliant reunion next time."
To be continued...
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