The heroes were utterly defeated, and a mass escape began. Fleeing from the depths of the mountain range, they flew frantically, leaving behind bodies one after another, blood staining the mountain slopes, their forces completely shattered.
These once-arrogant powerhouses of various sects, who typically carried themselves with unmatched pride, were now fleeing in terror, blood splattering in all directions, an utterly shocking sight.
Even using their precious treasures to soar through the air wasn’t enough to save them. The young boy behind them, like a demon god, relentlessly advanced. With a resonating hum, golden symbols surged like tidal waves, sweeping over the mountains and rivers, causing large numbers of people to explode on the spot, shattering into pieces in the void.
The place had turned into a demonic land, blood splattering three thousand feet into the air, life and death decided in a single moment. Strong cultivators were falling in droves, leaving witnesses stunned and in disbelief.
The Little One (Xiao Budian) showed no mercy. He moved with calm and confidence, stepping forward as mountains and rivers receded behind him. With a pair of Kunpeng wings on his back, his speed increased dramatically.
At this moment, he was cold and detached. With each wave of his hand, symbols surged like the ocean, engulfing the mountain slopes ahead, making it impossible for those fleeing to escape.
Even flying in the sky proved futile. Several ancient demon birds attempted to soar into the clouds, thinking they could escape. But the young boy, like a demon god, coldly looked up, his pupils turning golden. His body erupted with radiant divine light, overwhelming the heavens, as an immense amount of golden symbols shot skyward, imprisoning the creatures.
Then, from a distance, the ancient beasts were pulled closer, and when they were less than ten feet from the boy, they exploded with a thunderous boom. Blood and shattered bones scattered everywhere, striking fear into all who witnessed it.
Many cultivators watching felt their scalps tingle. Could this still be the power of a human? How could anyone be this terrifying? This was the peak of the Cave Heaven realm. To them, this boy was like a god.
He was unbeatable, the gap between them too vast. This was the ultimate release of his potential, unparalleled. No one could contend with him.
The Little One’s steps were steady, each step like the stride of a dragon or tiger, as he marched out of the mountain range. Along the way, he fought against the masses—or, more accurately, he swept through his enemies.
"Ah!"
"Run! This is a young demon king! No human force can oppose him!"
"How could there be such a terrifying enemy? If he keeps growing like this, who will be able to contain him in the future? If he reaches adulthood, even the gods will tremble!"
The masses fled for their lives, having no choice. Stopping meant certain death. It was unimaginable in the past—renowned ancient sects with long heritages, completely crushed by a single boy, like a myth come to life.
Outside the mountains, reinforcements from the various sects arrived, only to be left speechless at the sight before them. What was happening? They had received reports and rushed to support their own forces, aiming to seize the ancient bronze book, thinking the ruthless child was about to fall. Instead, they were greeted with this scene.
"Run! Run! Don’t stop!" Those who had fled from the mountains, covered in blood, screamed at their fellow sect members, warning them.
"How can so many of you not defeat a single boy?" Many were skeptical and unwilling to believe it.
However, no one responded. The escapees rushed past without a second’s delay. Then, from the boy’s direction, golden symbols surged like a tidal wave, instantly obliterating anyone who had hesitated.
Simple and direct, violent and unstoppable—the Little One plowed through the fleeing masses, pressing them relentlessly.
They broke out of the mountains and into the vast open lands, scattering in all directions. Many finally breathed a sigh of relief, having escaped the battlefield.
This time, the heroes suffered heavy losses, with an unknown number killed. The four great families in particular had high-ranking members perish, crushed by the demon artifacts.
Those who escaped felt reborn. The experience of being hunted through the wilderness by a single boy was nothing short of a nightmare, shaking their very souls.
Even in the era of living gods, there hadn’t been many youths this powerful.
"Quickly report to the clan leader! The brat isn’t dead—he’s recovered, and it seems his strength has skyrocketed!"
"Incredible! Hurry back and report to the sect! This is too terrifying—he’s not even human!"
Outside the mountain range, chaos reigned. Those who had escaped looked back at the battlefield, where corpses lay in heaps, the ground stained red. How many had died?
The Little One never stopped. He continued his pursuit, charging into Cave Heaven City, then along a golden path, heading straight for the sacred lands of the various ancient sects.
He was overwhelmingly powerful, unstoppable, crushing everything in his path. This was a relentless pursuit, slaughtering his enemies until they had nowhere to run, neither to the heavens nor the earth.
"He’s still alive! The ruthless child didn’t die—he’s attacking our sacred grounds!" Someone in the Tuo Ba Clan’s real-world compound shouted in alarm, reporting the situation.
"The Second and Sixth Young Masters are both dead!"
The news spread back, shaking this ancient clan to its core. The situation was shocking—weren’t the clan’s experts supposed to take the boy’s head? How had the tables turned like this?
"My children, my children!"
An elderly woman immediately spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted. Her two beloved grandsons had become living corpses, their souls destroyed in the Void God Realm, leaving only empty shells that could never be revived.
"Gather the men! Bring the ancestral artifact! Enter the Void God Realm and kill that boy! I want him dead—go now!" A clan elder roared in fury, nearly losing his mind. No one could stop him, for the Second and Sixth Young Masters had been the most talented of his lineage, and now they were dead, sending his blood pressure skyrocketing.
"Hurry, inform the Tuo Ba King! Tell him to break his seclusion, or our clan may suffer catastrophic losses, with disaster looming!" A young elder whispered urgently, rushing toward a forbidden zone within the clan.
The Little One was incredibly fierce, pressing forward without stopping, slaughtering all in his path. He charged straight into the Tuo Ba Clan’s sacred grounds, shattering the earth and slaying the clan’s strongmen.
"Boom!"
Large numbers of powerful figures fell, their blood splattering high into the air, their bodies crumbling on the wasteland. No one could stop his advance.
When the Tuo Ba Clan's experts, bearing an ancestral artifact, entered the Void God Realm and arrived on the scene, they were all dumbfounded. The vast sacred grounds had been reduced to ruins, all the grand formations shattered, and the battle was nearing its end.
"You’ve come just in time."
The Little One turned his head and let out a long roar. The golden symbols dissipated, and purple energy surged as a massive Suan Ni (a mythical beast) manifested behind him, charging toward the group.
Lightning crackled, and purple energy rushed from the east. The enormous Suan Ni, towering like a mountain, was shrouded in electricity, tearing through everything in its path. It incinerated a hundred men on the spot, turning them into charred corpses.
"We cannot oppose him!"
The crowd was terrified. This was the might of a god, sweeping across the land like a vast wave.
Most people in the Cave Heaven Realm could open only four or five cave heavens. Those who could open six or seven were considered geniuses. Those who could open eight were extremely rare, like a phoenix feather or qilin horn.
As for nine cave heavens, such feats were only recorded in ancient texts. Ten cave heavens were unimaginable—touching upon the forbidden.
In this land, where only the power of the Cave Heaven Realm could manifest, the Little One had opened ten cave heavens, wielding the might of a supreme deity. Who could stand against him?
Even if a true god descended, with their powers suppressed in this realm, who knew which side would emerge victorious in a battle with the boy? His savagery allowed him to crush all his enemies.
The reinforcements from the Tuo Ba Clan were unable to resist. The moment they appeared, half of them were wiped out, leaving behind heaps of corpses as the rest fled in panic.
"I was wrong. I’ve lost my mind. I can’t believe he has reached this level!" The crazed elder finally came to his senses, shouting in despair.
In the end, he unleashed the ancestral artifact, enveloping the remaining people in a burst of light, fleeing toward the edge of the earth and disappearing from sight.
“What a unique treasure, shrinking the distance in an instant, reaching the horizon in a flash,” muttered the child, frustrated that he couldn’t catch up.
Finally, he left the area and resumed his unstoppable march, sweeping through the sacred lands of the four great families with incredible speed and overwhelming power, crushing all resistance.
First, the sacred land of the Kun Clan fell, followed by the Li Clan’s sanctuary being reduced to ruins, and finally, the Yuan Clan’s stronghold was razed to the ground. The four great families, with their long-standing heritage and strength, were uprooted from this sacred realm, erased from existence.
The child gained significant rewards, collecting a pile of treasure bones and the blood of some ancient species, and then he left.
His actions were so swift that only now did the news begin to spread, shocking everyone. It was unbelievable — the child not only survived but had also caused chaos everywhere.
Of course, some people were still unaware, as the child moved like a thunderbolt, wiping out sacred lands with such ferocity that he swept through like a roaring flood.
At last, the news broke that he had destroyed several ancient sects, plundering them completely. When their sanctuaries were reduced to scorched earth, the truth finally spread.
The virtual world was in upheaval, and people couldn’t believe what had happened. In such a short time, he had destroyed several sects in a single day, leaving no one able to stand against him. He was like a young god descending to earth.
“Is this real? The savage child didn’t die and even swept through the heroes, single-handedly wiping out several sanctuaries? I can’t believe it!”
“Heavens! What explosive news! The child, infamous and hated by both gods and mortals, has defied the heavens, obliterating the sacred lands of numerous great sects in a single day!”
On this day, both the virtual and real worlds were abuzz with uproar. People were stunned, barely able to comprehend the scale of his actions. It was too wild.
Ancient lands and powerful sects were in despair, slaughtered by a single youth. It defied all logic. A lone person had swept through the enemies of the world, his strength unfathomable.
Even the ancient kingdoms and countless mighty figures were shaken. Many kings and sect leaders were disturbed from their secluded cultivation, emerging to seek answers from their clansmen.
Even a few human emperors were astonished, opening their eyes amidst the hum of the Great Dao, seemingly gazing across endless space to a certain point in the virtual world.
On this day, the entire desolate domain was in turmoil. Like a storm, the news spread in all directions, causing everyone to tremble. Those who survived the Heavenly Replenishment Sect were overwhelmed with emotion, their blood boiling as tears welled up in their eyes. No longer did they need to worry. Even if the Heavenly Replenishment Sect was wiped out, as long as the child remained, he alone could recreate a glorious sect, rebuilding a new sacred land. This filled them with comfort, joy, and tears.
“Could it be that he has opened the Tenth Heavenly Cave? Otherwise, how could he be so strong? It exceeds all limits!”
Some speculated, as there was no other explanation.
“It’s impossible. If he had opened the Tenth Heavenly Cave, the virtual world would have displayed it. The record stele would have announced it to the world.”
Some shook their heads in disbelief.
“There’s something strange, definitely something strange,” remarked ancient figures with sharp insight. The child was too strong, likely surpassing the Ninth Heavenly Cave.
While the world was in shock, the child continued his relentless advance. Crushing all opposition, he swept through the ancient sects, his sack bulging with loot, filled to the brim with spoils of war.
Finally, he encountered a formidable foe — the Chi Dragon reappeared, seeking him out for a decisive battle.
“You’re not strong enough,” said the child, his black hair flowing, his body radiant and resplendent with treasure light. His eyes were clear as he regarded his opponent, uttering only these three words.
The Chi Dragon gleamed brilliantly, its body covered in dense scales that shone like immortal gold, enveloped in terrifying symbols, as if flames were dancing around it. It exuded an aura of unmatched strength, giving the impression that it was invincible.
From afar, many people followed, both excited and fearful, as they realized how insignificant they were compared to the two combatants in the battlefield.
The Chi Dragon had never believed that someone disturbed during the opening of the Tenth Heavenly Cave could still proceed, so it came as soon as it could to see for itself.
After only a single exchange, its heart sank. This was unbelievable. The child had clearly ascended to the pinnacle of brilliance, comparable to its ancestors who had slain gods in this realm.
A supreme being — this child was a young supreme, impossible to contend with.
“Why didn’t the record stone display anything?” It was confused and suspicious.
“I couldn’t catch you at Hundred Broken Mountain, but now I’ve finally got you. Go guard the village for me!” the child shouted, charging forward.
At that moment, many powerful figures appeared from afar to watch the battle and to find out whether the child had truly opened the Tenth Heavenly Cave.
“Boom!”
This battle exceeded everyone’s imagination. The child raised his hand, and golden symbols filled the sky like the chants of a god, materializing in the air and pouring down like a torrential rain. Immediately, the Chi Dragon coughed up blood.
“Nine Heavenly Caves, just like that? This is a myth!” many people exclaimed, their very souls trembling.
With a roar, the Chi Dragon turned and fled. It was no match; the savage child was too powerful.
“Where do you think you’re going?” the child pursued.
Suddenly, he halted, turning to look into the distance. A large group of strong figures was approaching, their discipline strict. Countless iron-clad warriors trampled mountains and rivers as they advanced.
“Fatty, is that you? Are you here to kill me too?” the child asked, immediately recognizing the leader as Huo Ling'er, riding on a Fire Lin Beast, dressed in silver battle armor. She looked heroic, her long hair flying, her bright eyes shining, and she was holding a small wolf in her arms.
Huo Ling'er led the army, initially feeling excited as it was her first time commanding such a large force. But when she heard the word "fatty," her face immediately darkened, her flawless face full of anger as she felt the urge to spit blood.
“My father, the Fire Emperor, has great admiration for you and sent me to rescue you, but it seems I should be killing you instead,” she gritted her teeth.
The Fire Emperor had sent people into the virtual world to find the child. When they arrived at the mountain range, they saw him sweeping through the heroes and leaving the area. They chased after him, but they were always one step behind. They never knew where he would go next, only ever seeing the devastation he left behind, turning one sacred land after another into ruins.
Finally, they had caught up to him.
“Thanks, Fatty,” the child said, turning away to pursue the Chi Dragon.
“I won’t forgive you. After him! Catch him!” Huo Ling'er was furious, veins bulging on her forehead.
But the figures in the Ninth and Tenth Heavenly Caves were too strong. In a blink, they had vanished, moving like flashes of lightning.
The crowd was astonished, the heroes deeply shaken.
“Let’s go! We have to see this for ourselves,” many people followed. They weren’t from the Tuoba Clan or the Rain Clan, and since they had no personal vendetta against the child, they dared to witness the battle.
However, when they finally caught up and saw the child again, they were all petrified.
He was cooking soup — a pot of Chi Dragon soup. He sat there, practically drooling. Nearby, there was a heavily injured Chi Dragon, missing a chunk of flesh, sitting under the child’s rear.
This was beyond belief. The crowd was stunned.
A Ninth Heavenly Cave Chi Dragon had been subdued, sitting under him, while part of its flesh was being used for his meal.
Huo Ling'er was also stunned. For once, she restrained herself and didn’t dare to throw a tantrum. She led her army to stop in the distance.
"Hmm?" Suddenly, the child became alert, lifting his head swiftly and gazing in a specific direction, ignoring the crowd, and staring straight into the depths of the dense forest.
A graceful figure emerged, ethereal and breathtakingly beautiful, her entire body bathed in a divine radiance. Dressed in flowing purple robes, she resembled an otherworldly fairy, transcendent and pure.
Beside her stood an old man, shrouded in mist, mysterious and terrifying. Although he was standing there, he seemed to have merged with the heavens, making it difficult to sense his presence.
“Ferocious beast, you’ve come too. This time, come back to the village with me. This Chi Dragon is disobedient, so I’m preparing to cook it. You can come with me to guard the village,” the child stood up, his big eyes glaring, cheeks puffed out as he shouted at the girl in purple.
(End of chapter. The ferocious child is unstoppable! Let's keep the momentum going with our monthly votes. To all the brothers and sisters with votes, please cast them, and let’s rise to the top like the ferocious child, crushing everything in our path. Thank you!)
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