With a clang, sparks flew as the broken sword was thrust into a piece of blue stone, trembling slightly with a metallic aftersound.
Little One's eyes widened as he looked up at the sky. There was no sign of the four great experts or the gray-haired old man, only a few fierce birds flying across the void.
He drew the broken sword with a clang, then, as if sneaking away, he glanced around and carried the injured Great Red Bird on his back. With Qingfeng and Ertuzi in tow, he took off running.
This was a treasured weapon. Although it was broken, it could still cut through the sky and split apart evil creatures. Now that it was back in his possession, he needed to handle it with care and hoped no one would see him.
After running several dozen miles, he finally dropped the Great Red Bird, which fell to the ground with a cry and thrashed about.
Little One was delighted as he examined the broken sword. It was pitch black, lacking any luster, and he couldn’t sense any powerful divine power from it, but he knew it was a supreme treasure.
“The rust is gone, but there are some dark red bloodstains now,” he scratched his head, noticing that the dark red bloodstains had replaced the original rust.
He was a bit worried about Ghost Grandpa. Looking at the broken sword, he sighed lightly and strapped it to his back.
There was no time to worry about that now; the main goal was to escape and save his life. The battlefield was chaotic, filled with cries and combat everywhere, and a single mistake could be fatal.
This area was quiet, but Little One did not immediately flee because he didn’t want to stick out. Every time he thought he had escaped the vortex, terrifying figures appeared to intercept him.
Overall, he was still on the battlefield.
The best strategy was to go with the flow rather than be the first to fight. If he could blend into the enemy ranks, it would be even better.
“Little brother, can we escape?” Qingfeng, with some bloodstains on her face, had seen much death along the way and had even fought, killing several severely wounded beasts.
She was worried as the distant sounds of battle grew closer, and the battlefield was expanding; they still hadn’t managed to break free.
A low roar shook the mountains, with leaves swirling through the trees. A giant black tiger, as tall as a mountain and covered in blood, emerged from the battlefield, heading for the distance.
“It’s it.”
Little One was astonished. This was a fearsome black tiger; he had seen it guarding the Black Shura Lotus during the second battlefield selection at the Repairing Heaven Pavilion.
The black tiger was more formidable than ordinary relic species, but it was now bloodied and severely injured, with exposed white bones on its shoulder and dozens of disciples from the Repairing Heaven Pavilion on its back.
It ran madly towards the distance, evidently having fought its way out at a heavy cost.
Little One wanted to greet it, but just as he stood up, the black tiger's fur bristled and it reared up, almost throwing off the disciples from the Repairing Heaven Pavilion.
A red light burst forth from a black abyss, stretching hundreds of feet long. It was a red dragon, no less intimidating than the black tiger, obviously a powerful ancient relic species.
With a “boom,” the black tiger's claw reached out, covered in runes and dark light, smashing forward like a vast ocean, but the red dragon was fierce, sweeping its tail and extinguishing the runes.
With a thunderous crash, the nearby peaks collapsed, and huge boulders tumbled as the two giants clashed in a fierce battle.
At that moment, further away in the mountains, a golden lion appeared, its eyes like lanterns, radiating golden light. It was as tall as a mountain and, with a swipe of its paw, shattered the stone mountains in its path, blocking its way.
Little One was shocked. Fortunately, he hadn’t rushed out earlier. It was indeed better to follow the chaos; otherwise, just these two relic species would be enough to slaughter many experts.
The black tiger's eyes were cold; it knew it was in serious trouble. With such two incredibly powerful relic species appearing, a direct confrontation would likely mean death.
Especially the lion, which was entirely golden, like a terrifying king, advancing grandly and imposing an even greater sense of threat.
The dozens of disciples on its back also trembled with fear. On this day, they faced a great catastrophe, encountering too many powerful experts from all races. It was truly a great disaster.
The black tiger roared and collided with the red dragon, both suffering injuries and retreating.
Not far away, the golden lion struck out, its paw sweeping down, and the golden light flooded the world like a comet across the sky, with an overwhelming aura.
From a distance, Little One gasped. This lion was too strong. The black tiger was definitely no match. This was a royal-level relic species, almost unmatched, unless the ancestors from the Pure Land arrived.
Indeed, the black tiger also sensed the danger and quickly retreated, but it was still hit by the golden radiance, leaving it bloodied and severely injured.
It flew through the air, crashing with a roar and collapsing a mountain peak. Several Repairing Heaven Pavilion disciples on its back were critically injured on the spot, and eight or nine were killed, their bodies mangled.
The black tiger howled and leapt up, turning to flee. It was an old lion king, far surpassing it in cultivation years and not a match for it.
“Trying to leave? It’s not so easy. I am the Golden Lion King of Xiling Beast Mountain. Today, I am here to eradicate your Repairing Heaven Pavilion.”
The golden lion said coldly, its body towering above the mountains, radiating golden light. With a swipe of its paw, it shattered the mountains blocking its path.
It leapt into the air, chasing after the black tiger, golden light surging, filling the sky. The enormous royal figure was fearsome, with a terrifying presence.
Little One sighed. The black tiger was likely doomed. This golden lion was too powerful, one of the leaders of Xiling Beast Mountain, stationed in this area, waiting for the fish that escaped the net.
It seemed that the senior brothers who went out earlier also might not have escaped. There were still endless unknown dangers ahead.
A tiger’s roar echoed from afar, with a wave of blood rising high. Then came the call of an elder from the Repairing Heaven Pavilion, leading a group of disciples to break through and arrive there.
“Beasts, die!”
An elder clashed with the golden lion king. The mountains collapsed, ancient trees were destroyed, and rocks fell like clouds.
Little One clenched his fists. This battle had devastated the Pure Land of the Repairing Heaven Pavilion, with many casualties. However, disciples like him were helpless, as they were still young and unable to contend with such giants.
Even with the broken sword in hand, it was no use. His cultivation was insufficient to fully activate it or use it against true royal figures.
“Let’s go.”
He gathered Qingfeng, Ertuzi, and the others and began their journey again, carefully sneaking through the mountains and forests, waiting for the right opportunity.
After traveling several dozen miles into a new area, he heard the sounds of battle and saw through the leaves that two elders were engulfed in flames, expending all their vital energy for a self-destructive explosion, charging at a group of powerful enemies.
“Go quickly!”
The two shouted, then exploded among the enemy ranks, with light and rain of energy heavily wounding many enemies.
The disciples of the Repairing Heaven Pavilion wept and departed with tears.
“Ah!” Little One couldn’t help but growl.
The heavily injured enemies, after a brief pause, continued to pursue the Repairing Heaven Pavilion disciples. Little One couldn’t bear it.
With a “swish,” he used the Qiankun Bag to store Qingfeng and Ertuzi, and with the broken sword in hand, he exerted all his strength to activate it.
With a buzzing sound, the broken sword glowed brilliantly, shining like a sun. He exerted his maximum strength and swung it forward.
The mountains and rivers were sliced apart, several stone peaks shattered. The enormous sword light cleaved through the front, instantly causing some people to explode into blood and mud, but those behind managed to avoid the attack and survive.
This group consisted of powerful beings with higher realms than his own. Among them were humans and other races, all gazing at the broken sword in his hand, preparing to strike.
Little One faced a tremendous crisis. Not wanting to linger, he turned and fled, quickly disappearing into the mountains and forests.
"You can't escape," a fierce bird flapped its wings and fiercely attacked.
With a clang, Little One activated the Kunpeng Treasure Technique, sprouting a pair of divine wings from his back. In an instant, wind and thunder roared, a gale surged, and golden energy swelled. He sped up significantly, diving into the wilderness to hide his tracks among the trees.
This was a major crisis. Even with the Kunpeng Treasure Technique, it was extremely dangerous in this chaotic battlefield filled with experts.
Little One fled through the bloodshed, taking more than an hour to shake off his pursuers. Though heavily wounded, his terrifying physique allowed him to heal quickly after swallowing a medicinal herb.
"It was dangerous, but I must escape alive," he vowed.
He was searching for Mu Yan, Ling Tianhou, and Old Liu. Perhaps only by reuniting with them could he truly break free. The battle was fierce, and everyone had been scattered. It was uncertain whether those people were still alive, as they were surely being targeted.
"If it doesn't work out, I'll have to return to the most intense and dangerous battlefield and fight in a desperate situation," he decided.
Little One turned and charged toward a particularly fierce battlefield. As soon as he approached, he naturally faced terrifying calamities, with fierce beasts targeting him.
In the midst of the battle, Little One, drenched in blood, took the opportunity to use the Hairball's Treasure Technique to alter his appearance, changing out of the Repairing Heaven Pavilion's clothes and blending into the Tuoba Clan's crowd.
He intended to fish in troubled waters and get through by blending in.
However, it wasn’t long before a sword aura from the heavens struck, nearly obliterating him. It was from the four great clans, who, for some unknown reason, had recognized him.
“Little rascal, come and pay with your life!”
Little One was startled to find himself exposed. His hair stood on end. It felt like walking into a trap.
Fortunately, this area had no royal figures. He drew the broken sword and fought desperately, then quickly escaped, diving back into the wilderness and leaving the main battlefield.
“What’s going on?” he opened the Qiankun Bag and asked Qingfeng and the Great Red Bird for advice.
Ertuzi said, “The four great clans despise you. They chased you from the beginning. Although you escaped, they must have used Yulan Grass and other tracking substances on you, which can track you for days.”
Little One’s expression changed upon hearing this.
Fortunately, the mountains were vast, and the number of combatants was immense. It was challenging to find an individual. If he hadn’t taken the initiative to return, he might not have been discovered.
On this day, Little One was in a desperate flight, running through dense forests. A few times, he thought he had escaped the battlefield, only to find powerful enemies still stationed ahead, making him cautious.
“I must survive and avenge my senior brothers and sisters,” Little One gritted his teeth.
Along the way, he saw many corpses, both of enemies and disciples from the Repairing Heaven Pavilion. The path was strewn with blood.
“Yufeng, how could you be so heartless and attack your own sect?” came an angry roar from ahead.
Little One was startled and rushed forward.
An elder shouted angrily, followed by a group of disciples. He loudly berated those ahead.
A young man in white, with a cold expression, said, “Elder, I know that the sect’s scriptures weren’t all taken away. They are scattered among the elders. I need them urgently. Please hand them over.”
Behind him stood a group of powerful figures from the Rain Clan.
“You ungrateful wretch! Many royal families sent their children to our Repairing Heaven Pavilion, not just for their own purposes but to be helped in times of crisis. Yet now, you are adding insult to injury,” the elder roared.
“I don’t want to cause a rift, but I really need one of the treasure techniques,” Yufeng said coldly, young yet hard-hearted.
“Yufeng, you were once a member of the Genius Camp, and the sect valued you highly, teaching you secret techniques. Yet you repay this kindness with ingratitude. Is this how you repay us? The Rain Clan is despicable!” many disciples shouted angrily.
“Kill!”
The Rain Clan’s experts surged forward, attacking with the intent to kill. They had heard that this elder possessed a treasure technique to communicate with the essence of water, which was crucial to them.
Little One was enraged. He had seen Yufeng early on when he entered the Repairing Heaven Pavilion. Yufeng was known for his ability to communicate with the Nine Heavens’ thunder and was a highly valued talent, later chosen by an old monster with high expectations. Yet now, at this crucial moment, he turned against the sect.
“Ungrateful wretch, kill him!” the elder roared.
A fierce battle erupted. Little One appeared, launching a counterattack with divine light sweeping forward, severing several Rain Clan experts with a burst of blood rain.
At the same time, his Kunpeng wings spread, wind and thunder roared, and he charged forward, delivering powerful blows. Unfortunately, many Rain Clan experts managed to retreat and avoid the deadly strikes.
“Cut him down!”
The Rain Clan was furious. They couldn’t let someone like this, who dared to challenge their authority, get away.
“It’s him, that little rascal!”
“What? Hurry, catch him and kill him!”
When the Rain Clan realized who it was, they went wild and rushed forward to kill him.
Little One deliberately revealed his true identity, leading them on a wild chase. This made them even more frenzied. The little rascal had slaughtered their geniuses and sealers at Hundred Breaks Mountain, filling them with deep hatred.
It was a major chase. After half an hour, Little One finally shook them off, covered in blood.
Having witnessed so much death, Little One was utterly exhausted. When he entered a smaller battlefield again, his eyes felt a bit sore.
Elder Xiong Fei and Elder Zhuo Fei had once been quite displeased with him, as he had caused significant trouble when he first joined the sect. Both had wanted to punish him.
Now, these two had given up their chance to escape for the sake of their disciples, blocking the pursuing enemies, fighting desperately, and urging the disciples to flee quickly.
When Little One saw this, he found them lying in a pool of blood, torn apart by a giant beast, all dead.
“Elders!” a group of people cried out. Although the two elders were not particularly liked, at this critical moment, they were protecting the disciples and not escaping themselves.
Everyone wept bitterly, and the disciples were deeply sorrowful.
“Go quickly. I’ll hold them off for a while,” a young man in his mid-twenties stepped forward to delay the enemies.
“Brother Linmu, go quickly. You are no match for them,” the group urged anxiously.
“Stop talking and go. After the elders’ death, I’m the highest here. If I say go, then go quickly,” Linmu commanded.
“Brother!” the group choked.
Linmu had been in the sect for over ten years, an exceptionally strong talent. He had once provided significant help when Little One and the others dealt with the four great clans outside the mountain gate.
“Not a single one will escape,” roared the giant beast.
"Why aren't you leaving yet?" Linmu shouted, turning to face the front.
Little One's eyes were a bit sore, but he resolutely stepped forward and took action. Although it was dangerous, and he had faced several perilous situations before, he couldn’t resist this time.
The broken sword shone, its blade extraordinarily thick, almost draining all his vitality. With a swoosh, he struck and managed to decapitate the massive beast's head.
"Roar!" A group of fierce beasts from Xiling Beast Mountain roared in anger, all turning their gaze toward him and charging with murderous intent.
"Run!" Little One shouted to the others.
The disciples wept, taking one last look before fleeing into the distance.
Linmu did not leave. He laughed heartily and said, “Junior brother, who would have thought we’d fight side by side at the last moment.”
“Brother, you should leave too,” Little One said, swinging the broken sword.
“No need. Today, I’ve already used the Blood Ignition Technique. I only have one day left to live, so it’s better to die in a blaze of glory.”
Linmu said this with ease. He wasn’t sad or angry; he spoke as if discussing something unrelated.
The Blood Ignition Technique could force the body to unleash much of its latent potential within a day, increasing combat power several times, even tenfold, until the blood was exhausted and the person died.
“Let me create a massacre. Junior brother, find a chance to escape. You must preserve your life,” Linmu instructed.
Little One clenched his fists, his eyes red. Linmu was an exceptionally powerful talent with high prestige among the disciples. He was highly valued by the elders and had stayed behind to assist with the retreat.
Now, he was about to die, and in such a tragic manner.
“Junior brother, go!” Linmu shouted one last time. With the Blood Ignition Technique already activated and his blood nearly burned out, he shone brightly, dazzlingly, and charged into the enemy ranks.
Little One screamed loudly, his eyes red, swinging his sword continuously, tears streaming down his face, until he finally managed to escape.
The great calamity lasted a day and a night and gradually came to an end. Little One successfully escaped, leaving behind the blood-stained land with profound sorrow.
As the morning sun cast its light and the sun began to rise, he lay on a mountain, not wanting to move. He didn’t know how long it took before he finally stood up and took one last look at the battlefield.
Little One's eyes were very red. After a long time, he wiped away his tears and resolutely turned away.
He walked toward the sunrise, taking bold steps toward the end of the earth.
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