Chapter 175

"You go back and rest first. I also need to prepare to ensure everything is flawless, and let—revival." The master of the Pavilion of Mending Heaven said gently, his body glowing and making the ancient land shine brightly.

The sacrificial spirit was withered and yellowed, having lived from ancient times until now. Time had truly passed too long, and it was now lacking in vitality. Without any accidents, it would soon be ready to rest.

Over the years, the Pavilion of Mending Heaven had tried every method to preserve its life so it could live longer, but with little success. However, they had collected some rare spiritual materials, and this time, they planned to use them all, combined with the rejuvenated sand from the Eternal Spring to maximize their effect.

This required meticulous preparation, even refining some ancient relic remnants and infusing them into the golden sand to ensure success.

The little one quickly disappeared from sight. After getting such a result upon returning, he was naturally overjoyed. He went to rest first, and then he could enter the Scripture Pavilion.

This ancient pure land had abundant spiritual energy, far superior to the outside world, but it could not compare to the Hundred-Fissure Mountain. Everything pales in comparison, as the spiritual energy in the ancient little world flowed as liquid over the ground, rare and hard to find.

The little one ran into a rocky mountain area, where each mountain's foot was surrounded by bamboo groves. This was where the new disciples lived, with rows of bamboo and wooden cottages.

He did not find the furball. Last time, he left it scattered in the Pavilion of Mending Heaven, which made him feel uneasy since it had such a strong appetite, it could eat even more than him.

"Isn't that Junior Brother back?" Many people greeted him. Before he left, he had defeated a number of geniuses, causing a stir among the new disciples.

Of course, some people fled, too scared to approach because they knew he had been possessed by ancient spirits and would have a ghost follow him around at night.

But since he was a cultivator and it was broad daylight, most people were not afraid and came forward to greet him, while also being curious, staring at the bare, featherless big bird beside him.

At present, the ordinary disciples still did not know his background or what he had been doing these days. Only a few in the Genius Camp and some disciples of the elders had a vague understanding of how formidable this fierce child was.

Obviously, news could not be kept hidden forever, and it would not be long before it leaked out.

"Have you seen a little monkey, chubby, round, only as high as a fist?" The little one inquired.

"You mean that troublemaker? Of course, we know. Junior Brother, I remember it was raised by you, right? It seemed to frequently enter your room. You don't know, it caused a great mess."

"Yes, that little monkey was too much. It devoured a whole piece of spiritual field and even ate up some old herbs from the spiritual mountains. If it hadn't overeaten and fallen asleep under a spiritual herb, it might still be elusive."

A group of teenagers, both boys and girls, talked excitedly about the recent events.

The little one scratched his head, the ominous premonition indeed came true. The furball had caused trouble in the Pavilion of Mending Heaven and had been captured by an elder.

"I should have brought it to the Hundred-Fissure Mountain," he mumbled.

At that time, he felt the ancient little world was too dangerous and that the furball, so prone to causing trouble, might lead to constant pursuits if kept by his side. So he left it in the Pavilion of Mending Heaven, which now seemed like a miscalculation.

A large crowd of new disciples gathered around. The little one was cheerful and had mingled well with everyone after joining. Many people came to see him after hearing the news.

Soon, the little one appeared in the Genius Camp, immediately drawing a range of curious looks. Some people had heard a bit and vaguely knew about his background, but were not quite certain.

"Junior Brother, I heard you did something major outside, stirring up boundless stormy clouds, and all the genius of the various clans were no match for you," said a girl in green, with a bright smile, fair skin, and a slender figure. Her pretty face was full of joy, with her eyes shimmering.

She was the youthful and beautiful Yanxin, about fourteen or fifteen years old. She had fought with the little one before, and although she had been defeated, they had no enmity.

"What are you saying, pretty girl? I don’t understand at all," the little one pretended to be clueless, still exaggerating as he wiped his saliva in front of his senior sister, who was taller than him.

"You really are that mischievous child from the Virtual Spirit Realm. This time you even went to the Hundred-Fissure Mountain to show off," said another girl, dressed in a short fur skirt with a tanned complexion, exuding a wild beauty, slender and fit like a leopard. Her gaze also had a wildness.

"Snowflake, long time no see. You look even more beautiful now," the little one wiped his saliva, deliberately changing the subject, not wanting to say much.

A group of people gathered around with strange smiles. This little kid was not yet ten years old, shorter than these youthful girls, but still dared to act so smug.

These people had no hostility and had developed some friendship after being defeated by the little one, losing a lot of medicinal powder and bone scripts.

They all inquired, wanting to know if he had indeed done a series of major things in the Hundred-Fissure Mountain.

"Brother Yuhao, long time no see, I really missed you," the little one said cheerfully, "Are you healed? When can we spar again?"

Zhou Yuhao, whose bindings had just been loosened, turned pale upon seeing the fierce child again and quickly stepped back. He did not want another fracture; the previous two had been extremely painful.

"Little Brother," a delicate child ran over, full of joy. It was Qingfeng, who had already entered the Cave Heaven realm. He had been more diligent than anyone else these days, not wasting a moment, and had just learned of the little one's return.

"Let's go, find the furball," the little one grabbed him and ran off, not wanting to be interrogated by those people.

On a spiritual mountain, purple lightning flickered. It was like a sea of thunder, with the entire mountain surrounded by electric light, and at the top was an ancient temple, grand and sacred.

Zhu Yan had revealed its true form, with golden fur shimmering, bound by several divine chains at its limbs, hanging in front of the temple. Surrounding it were flashes of lightning, making it difficult to escape.

The furball was extremely dejected, listless. It had been hanging for almost half a month, and that old fellow still had not let it down. The divine chains were one of the Pavilion of Mending Heaven's treasures; otherwise, it would have bitten them off long ago.

"Ee-ee," upon seeing the little one appear, it immediately screamed, meaning to come and save it quickly.

"This monkey is not simple," the featherless monster bird shivered, looking at the fist-sized golden ball as if facing a slumbering giant.

Although the featherless monster bird had serious physical issues, its innate spiritual perception remained, as if it could see the curse within the little one.

"Senior, please release the furball," the little one pleaded.

"It destroyed my medicinal fields and stole spiritual herbs, the crime is too great," an old man sitting in the temple surrounded by lightning, exuding an intimidating aura without anger.

This was an elder of the Pavilion of Mending Heaven, practicing thunder-based symbol laws, with profound and immense strength.

"Senior, give it a chance. Besides, Little Brother brought back the Eternal Spring, which can save the ancient sacrificial spirit. Please grant the furball its freedom," Qingfeng also pleaded with a pure and sincere expression.

"You are that child," the elder appeared at the foot of the mountain out of thin air, surrounded by lightning, with a strange symbol forming above his head, the electric light dazzling.

He looked at the little one and asked, "Can you understand this symbol?"

This is the essence of the thunder path, transformed into a symbol, condensing all the laws into one symbol. It represents the culmination of a lifetime of cultivation, intricate and unfathomable.

"Such a powerful symbol, simplifying complexity by condensing endless thunder path symbols into one divine symbol is truly astonishing and defies the heavens. Senior, your skill reaches the level of creation," the little one marveled.

He was immensely impressed. This symbol provided him with great inspiration because he studied the Sphinx’s treasure techniques and was also researching lightning symbols. He was so captivated that he lost track of time.

After a long while, he came to his senses, feeling he had gained a lot. Although he did not fully understand it, it was like he had seen a new world.

"You’re indeed formidable, as fierce as the rumors say," the old man nodded, his body’s lightning growing even more intense, rumbling continuously.

The little one felt embarrassed and said, "I am the kindest, not fierce at all."

"Who believes that," the bald man muttered quietly nearby.

"Bang!"

The little one knocked him over and quickly cast a lightning bolt, applying some of the insights he had just gained. The bald man immediately began emitting black smoke, twitching there, with electric sparks crackling non-stop.

"Truly remarkable talent," the elder praised.

The unfortunate bald man, surrounded by black smoke and emitting sparks from his mouth and nose, was being used as a testing stone for the strength of the techniques.

"Once you enter the Scripture Pavilion, you can select some thunder path symbol bone books and explore them slowly. If you have any questions later, you can come and ask me," the elder from the Pavilion of Mending Heaven said.

"Thank you, Senior," the little one was very happy and sincerely grateful.

"Thunder techniques are a core divine ability of our Pavilion of Mending Heaven, passed down to the present. The essence has been lost, and it’s unknown when it will be fully restored," the elder shook his head, a flash of lightning appeared, and he disappeared from the foot of the mountain, reappearing in the ancient temple.

"Little Brother, this is an elder from the Pavilion of Mending Heaven. He will teach you thunder path divine abilities. Your technique power will increase dramatically," Qingfeng said in surprise, quietly congratulating the little brother.

"Senior, could you let the furball go?" the little one asked.

With a clang, the divine chains were removed, and the furball immediately transformed into a streak of golden light, darting down and landing on the little one’s shoulder. It then hid behind him, revealing one large eye, waving its golden little paw at the mountaintop and baring its teeth.

"Watch it carefully. It’s best not to let others see its true form," the elder warned, releasing the golden Zhu Yan, giving a serious admonition.

Clearly, he also recognized that this golden little monkey had a significant background and should not be easily exposed to the public.

"Let’s go, Qingfeng. I’ll take you to eat something good," the little one said, leading the furball and Qingfeng away.

"Sure, let’s celebrate. Tomorrow, Little Brother will be able to enter the Scripture Pavilion, a treasure trove of bone books passed down from ancient times. There will surely be many secret techniques, and perhaps even lost divine techniques," Qingfeng said, feeling happy for him.

When they returned to their residence, they found a silver-robed youth with a black face waiting in front of the bamboo grove cottage. His face alternated between red and white, and he clenched his fists.

It was Xiao Tian, who, after returning to his clan, did not stop but immediately came back.

He had heard various things about the Hundred-Fissure Mountain and increasingly suspected that the fierce child was the "soulmate" he had met. After investigating carefully and learning more, he was almost spitting out blood in frustration.

Therefore, he did not stay a moment longer and returned to the Pavilion of Mending Heaven to get to the bottom of it.