A temple glowed as if built from solid gold, bathed in the glow of the sunset, and was supremely sacred. It was located in the deepest part of the Rain Clan territory, where light rain fell continuously.
This was a crucial place for the Rain Clan in the real world, where the avatar of the Rain God was enshrined. The peaceful aura radiated from it, and ordinarily, people were not allowed to approach; only matters of great importance to the honor of the Rain Clan could bring them here.
At this moment, a group of elders came forward, each step marked by a bow, solemn and grave. Each person was incredibly devout, with blood visible on their foreheads.
They were worshiping, showing the utmost respect to the statue of their ancestral deity, while presenting offerings. Everyone was in prayer, their expressions extremely solemn.
Had the ancient gods all perished? No one could truly say; perhaps they had all fallen, buried in the passage of time.
Entering the hall, there was a stone statue, so blurred it was almost unrecognizable. The golden divine form had cracked, its luster dimmed, and its colors mottled.
Some said that the Rain God had perished in the ancient battle, but the Rain Clan still maintained his divine status, hoping for a miracle, that one day he might return.
The outside of the ancient temple was radiant, but the interior was somewhat antiquated, exuding an old-fashioned aura. The Rain Clan members all knelt, chanting softly, almost like a Zen chant.
Eventually, led by one of the ancestors, they opened a small altar in front of the statue. On it was a jar, completely black and speckled like rain.
With a "crack,"
the jar was opened, and a terrifying aura surged forth, as if a deity had emerged. The dazzling light burst forth like a blazing sun, illuminating the entire ancient hall.
Inside were several pieces of yellowish paper, all shattered and pieced together. They barely formed a complete decree, each piece floating like stars, rotating with a rumbling motion, bringing an unparalleled sense of oppression.
This was the final decree left by the Rain God, but it had shattered for some reason.
It was divided into several pieces, each with some characters, only when assembled could the divine will represented by this decree be revealed.
The Rain Clan members trembled, their souls shivering. The pressure and aura made them feel as if they were about to explode, turning into offerings for the deity.
Finally, the ancestor recited a lengthy incantation, and the pieces of paper gradually calmed. The divine light receded, and everyone had already cut their wrists, letting drops of blood fall to prove their descent from the Rain God.
A young girl stepped forward, closing her eyes. Her delicate hands, like jade, reached out to the shattered pieces of paper. She selected one piece and then, cradling it in both hands, retreated.
She was Rain Zimo, a girl with spiritual abilities, possessing extraordinary perceptive powers, her body as crystal-clear and pure as jade.
The group, with utmost reverence, placed the remaining papers into the black jar, carefully sealed it, and buried it in the altar before silently exiting the ancient temple.
“Alright, this is the one. The decree of the deity has the character for 'attack.' Although it does not mean 'kill,' it is powerful enough to defeat any opponent.”
The ancestor laughed heartily. The character for 'attack' alone was enough to explain the true power of this decree, which was destined to shine brightly and defeat all enemies in the Void God Realm.
“Take it inside, guard it carefully, and after use, return it to the altar,” he said with a serious expression, giving earnest warnings and advice.
In the Void God Realm, within the Rain Clan’s sacred land, a fierce battle continued. The central formation was activated, with flood dragons soaring through the sky, divine bats blocking the sun, and peacocks crossing the sky, numerous ancient beings erupting as if reality was being re-enacted.
The Rain Clan’s formation was mysterious and powerful, preventing the small figure from advancing for a time. Coupled with many experts using their talismans, even the unparalleled edge of the broken sword could not breach it.
In contrast, the small figure was covered in blood, suffering great exhaustion. The broken sword seemed like an abyss, constantly consuming his energy and spirit, never reaching the bottom.
This was still within a restricted realm; if it were the real world, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Fortunately, the small figure was powerful enough. Streams of magma-like liquid flowed from the void, entering his body and replenishing his needs.
This was the secret of the caverns, seizing the grand creation of the universe.
“Hmm, how many caverns has he opened? From five, it has gradually increased. Now, the seventh has manifested, and there should still be hidden volcanic vents.”
This was the first time people saw the young troublemaker reveal his caverns. One by one, blazing volcanic peaks appeared, pouring out the essence of the heavens and earth, nourishing his powerful “body.”
The transformation of his spirit was no different from reality.
“Young man, you are too arrogant, unaware of the vastness of the heavens and the earth. Offending the dignity of my Rain Clan, even the deity descending to the mortal realm cannot save you,” an elder in the sacred land said with a cold gaze, his voice like thunder.
In the Void God Realm, on the fringes, the ruins stretched endlessly, with debris scattered everywhere. A towering willow tree rooted in the void seemed to sense something at this moment. A branch gently swayed, green light flowing.
But eventually, it fell silent again, ignoring everything.
Within the Rain Clan’s sacred land, a group of people actively appeared, opening the great formation. All the precious bones were hidden within the glow of the sunset, and the dragons, peacocks, and others all vanished.
“Hmm, what is the Rain Clan planning?” The heroes were all on edge.
The small figure disregarded everything, directly swinging his sword forward. The opportunity was right before him; he would not miss it.
Suddenly, the heavens and earth trembled, the Rain Clan’s area violently shook. A terrible aura erupted, affecting the rules and order of the Void God Realm, causing it to become blurred and distorted.
“What is this? Such power seems to have surpassed the limit, with a tendency to break the rules.”
“What has the Rain Clan brought, making people anxious and their souls tremble?”
The heroes were all horrified, feeling as if the rules and order of the heavens and earth were about to change. The yellowish light appeared, as if a deity was emerging.
“Suppress it!”
The Rain Clan members shouted in unison. They worshiped with all their hearts, gazing up at the heavens. A piece of yellowed, tattered paper floated up, emitting a faint, dim light, as if chaos was being opened.
This was the divine decree, far surpassing the meaning of the countless pieces of broken paper. This was a truly sacred object recording the divine will.
“Zzap!”
The piece of the decree exploded, with countless golden raindrops falling violently, directly targeting the small figure.
“Oh no!”
At that moment, the young troublemaker was terrified, no longer relaxed. His hair stood on end as he turned and ran, a pair of Kunpeng wings appearing behind him, greatly increasing his speed.
He was like a floating light or a passing shadow, sprinting wildly while using the broken sword to slash behind him, blocking the dense golden raindrops.
“Clang!”
Even though he was fast, golden raindrops still fell close, unstoppable, shaking the area. They struck the broken sword, making a deafening clang, causing his arm to go numb.
At the same time, a raindrop pierced his arm, causing blood to gush out immediately.
No matter how fast he was, he could not surpass these golden raindrops. They were too dense, coming at him with overwhelming speed.
“Fight back, no matter how strong it is. Can you defy the will of the Void God Realm or surpass the cavern realm?” The young troublemaker, wounded, went mad. He suddenly turned around.
Because he knew that fleeing in panic was more likely to result in injury than facing the golden raindrops head-on.
“Clang!” “Clang!”
He wielded the broken sword, continuously slashing, creating a whirlwind of strikes. The symbols filled the sky and eventually transformed into an ocean, fighting against the divine decree.
“No matter how strong it is, it's only ten caverns; it will surely be suppressed. I'm not that weak now, and with the broken sword, I don't believe I can't cut through it!” the young troublemaker shouted.
He pressed forward instead of retreating, charging with complete fury, his entire body glowing, finally becoming like a massive fireball, intensely blazing.
The broken sword in his hand, with its black bloodstains, became even more dazzling. Its beams shot into the sky, continually slashing at the symbols in the high air, clashing with a resounding clang, never stopping.
Everyone was stunned, especially the Rain Clan members, who felt their scalps tingling. How could this young troublemaker be so powerful? Was he really going to oppose the divine will?
“The will of the gods is not something you mere ants can oppose; you are seeking death,” an elder of the Rain Clan bellowed.
“Damn the gods! Unless they can defy the heavens, break the rules of the Void God Realm, transcend this place, and surpass the cavern realm, they can't capture me. Go dream of black smoke!” the young troublemaker roared fiercely.
He fought even more desperately, knowing that any relaxation would mean certain death. Moreover, what he said was not empty words. Even if the gods came, only by defying the order here could one break free from suppression.
He firmly believed that the Rain God was dead. With only a piece of the fragmented paper left, it was impossible to defy the heavens here. Only fierce resistance could avoid this great calamity.
“Kill! I want to shatter you!”
The young troublemaker roared, his body glowing, unleashing endless potential. The broken sword merged with him, and the sword’s celestial light caused the heavens and earth to tremble, constantly slashing at the paper.
Everyone was stunned. This guy was too ruthless, not even afraid of gods. To resist so fiercely against the decree was truly fearless.
“Is this one of the ancient ten fiends? So ferocious, has he gone mad? He’s going to challenge the divine will?”
“This kid isn’t normal. Has he consumed the blood of eight treasures? He’s completely out of control, fearless, and aiming to kill gods.”
All the spectators were almost speechless. This was too crazy—challenging the divine will, roaring like a primitive tribesman.
The Rain Clan members were also dumbfounded. The divine decree didn’t suppress the young troublemaker; instead, it ignited his stubbornness and “fierceness,” and he roared as he charged towards the heavens.
If it were anyone else, they would likely have lost heart by now. But this young troublemaker was brimming with fighting spirit, with a grand ambition to break the sky and meet the true gods, fearless in his heart.
“Dare to kill me? I will devour you!” the young troublemaker shouted, giving his all. His body was burning with divine light. This declaration once again left everyone in shock.
This did not seem like a human response. How could he have such a reaction and mindset, so different from ordinary people? Everyone muttered that this kid couldn’t possibly be a true human.
“Boom!”
In the sky, the paper glowed, and the character for “attack” appeared. This was the divine will, rumbling and intertwining with supreme laws, striking terror into hearts.
In an instant, the shattered decree seemed to revive, embodying the divine will, and golden rain cascaded down like a waterfall.
The crowd was horrified. How could one withstand such divine might in the cavern realm? It seemed to have surpassed the limits.
Only the young troublemaker continued to shout, “Not broken yet! If you have the ability, break through it; otherwise, you can’t kill me!”
Around him, the sound of rumbling echoed, nine volcanic craters appeared simultaneously, “lava” flowing continuously like a waterfall, inundating him and providing endless energy.
“What? Opening nine caverns? That’s only recorded in ancient texts for humans.”
Although they had heard of it before and guessed, seeing it with their own eyes still made people tremble. It was almost like encountering a living god’s offspring, terrifying.
“Broken sword, don’t sleep! It’s just a piece of torn paper; shatter it for me!” the young troublemaker roared.
There were several wounds on his body from the golden rain, but he remained fearless and even more ferocious. He stomped on the ground and charged towards the sky to strike the paper.
The Rain Clan members were shaking. Was there no justice? This young troublemaker was too outrageous, unable to be suppressed even by the divine decree.
This was not an ordinary treasure but a divine decree inscribed with divine will, far surpassing various sacred treasures. Yet it was being resisted, making the young troublemaker seem invincibly fierce.
“Pfft!”
The young troublemaker developed more blood wounds, but his eyes shone even brighter. His whole body glowed, the nine caverns roared, and with the Kunpeng wings spread, he seemed ready to take flight.
“Devour, devour, devour everything!” he roared, with the black broken sword emitting the brightest light, continuously striking at the divine decree in the high sky, like the sun.
“Wow,” from afar, a young girl in purple was speechless. She came from the ancient divine mountains, of noble and transcendent status, but even she felt a bit stunned witnessing this scene.
“This guy has really gone mad,” a girl in red with a small wolf also looked dumbfounded from a distance, finally muttering.
Roaring, the young troublemaker continued his fierce struggle, hoping for a monthly ticket in support. Let’s see if there are any new monthly tickets; come on, thank you!
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