Chapter 225: Reenactment

Greatly moved, as if he had gained some insight and understood how to proceed.

A single thought pierced through the desolate universe, traversed the vast void, constructed the principles of existence, and crossed the boundless sea of time, reaching every corner.

The spirit of the Little One fused with the Ten Hidden Realms, as if experiencing the era of creation. After a brief pause, he touched upon the true essence of the Dao.

It was very vague, yet profoundly stirring. He seemed to see how the world was created, how life evolved, and how all things in the world functioned.

His mind was tranquil, gazing at all this, comprehending the mysteries of the heavens and earth, and understanding the changes of the universe.

The chaotic fluctuations, the particles of light, transformed into one living being after another. The fragments of the Spirit Mountain, the precious mountain peaks, gave birth to numerous spiritual beauties over endless ages.

The Little One's spirit was full, his heart calm. Although he was young, his comprehension was astonishing. He captured the fleeting marks, trying to imprint them in his mind.

Within the Ten Hidden Realms, auspicious light surged, and colorful mist enveloped. His mind was concentrated here, merging with the entire realm, as if creating all things, intending to recreate it.

"Open."

Finally, he uttered a soft command, his spirit merging into one of the realms, aiming to reshape this "volcano," to open up the world and expand it.

Rumbling.

Divine power fluctuated, auspicious light was brilliant, and endless ripples spread out, like divine sounds roaring, making the Little One appear extraordinarily sacred. His physical body remained still but was glowing.

His spirit separated from his body, merging within the realm, yet resonated with his physical form. The connection between the two was like an order chain, communicating the creation of the universe.

Of the Ten Hidden Realms, nine were erupting, all vital energy concentrated in one realm. Even the juice of the Willow God was like a life seed, invigorating the area and evolving life energy.

"Reenact the Hidden Realm," the Little One murmured, focusing all his energy to continuously reshape one of the realms.

One light point after another appeared, like one living being after another emerging within this realm, showing signs of life.

Although he could not reach the methods of creating all things that penetrate the heavens and earth, and few in ancient times could achieve such feats, he could still attempt to cultivate spiritual beauty and release vitality in his own realm.

As his spiritual awareness concentrated in the Ten Hidden Realms, he felt a deep resonance with the blurred evolution of the great world.

Divine light spread, and the magma from the other nine realms all flowed into this one. The juice of the Willow God, like seeds of life, made the area vibrant and full of life.

Vaguely, it seemed as if there was life here.

"Open."

The Little One shouted, reenacting the Hidden Realm and creating life, hoping to make it as grand as the Tenth Hidden Realm.

It worked. Light points appeared, as if living beings were rapidly growing here, making the entire realm bright and full of vitality.

Just like this great world, which, after the creation of everything and the proliferation of various beings, became even more majestic and vibrant.

The growth of all things also promoted the opening of the universe, and the rules of order were thus reenacted, becoming even more unattainable.

The power of life drove the realm to be reshaped, creating the universe. The Little One imitated and proceeded with endless divine light, continuously opening up this place.

However, in the end, the Little One sighed. He was still young, his realm not high enough, making it difficult to forcefully break through.

Ultimately, it was still the realm of the Hidden Realms, difficult to reach the utmost limit. Creating life and other feats exceeded his control, and forced advancement could trigger taboos, with signs of demise.

"Have the Ten Hidden Realms truly reached the ultimate limit? Why is it so hard to make even a slight advancement despite such efforts?"

The Little One murmured, watching the light points in the realm explode one by one, vitality and spiritual beauty re-emerging as divine light. He stared silently, thinking deeply.

In response, the Willow God remained silent, offering no guidance or words, letting him break through on his own.

In fact, the perfection of the Ten Hidden Realms had already reached the edge of the ultimate limit. There were few good suggestions left; it could only rely on personal exploration. Each person's path was different, and excessive intervention would only stifle creativity.

The mountain wind blew, and the large willow tree was shrouded in mist. Only a dozen or so willow branches, crystal-clear and radiant, hung around the Little One, guarding him.

"Has the path truly reached its end? Maybe there is still a way, but it is not passed down to the world. Only those who truly reach it will look back and sigh, leaving no words to the world," the Little One mused.

Above him, the Tenth Hidden Realm was immense, surpassing the other nine realms. When it emitted divine energy, it was the most majestic. If the other realms could achieve this, their divine power would be greatly amplified.

He was always aware of this, but despite his efforts over the past three months, he had made little progress and could not achieve such grandeur.

The path seemed to have reached its end, with no further advancement possible.

"Do I really have to take a risk and try?" The Little One showed a serious expression. He had a bold thought in mind, but taking action might lead to death.

He had already opened the Ten Hidden Realms, a feat of immense brilliance. Few ancient youth supremes had achieved such glory. There was truly no need to continue risking it, but there was always a bit of unwillingness in his heart.

Perhaps there was still a path ahead, but it is not passed down to the world. He wanted to take that step, cut through thorns, and carve his own path.

But that was too dangerous. Failure could lead to devastation, and the brilliance of the Ten Hidden Realms would become smoke. That would truly be a fall from heaven to hell.

"Willow God," the Little One looked up, seeking advice from the green, vibrant willow branches.

"This is your own path. Whether you can take it depends on your own heart. I am merely a witness," the Willow God whispered.

The Little One pondered, looked up at the blackened tree trunk, and made his decision. If necessary, he would start over. If the Willow God could be reborn, then if he failed, as long as he was still alive, he could rise again.

This is the "stubbornness" of a young child, and his "little ferocity." Sometimes people indeed need such obsession. Otherwise, how can one be self-reliant, strive forward, and persist unwaveringly?

"Qingfeng, Er Meng, Pi Hou, if I fail, catch a big fat person for me in the future and take care of me for the rest of my life." The Little One shouted loudly, preparing to take a risk.

Everyone was dumbfounded. Was this guy going to go all out? His optimistic personality and such frivolous shouts indicated that he was about to undertake something perilous.

"Be careful, don’t act recklessly," a group of people shouted anxiously, giving reminders.

"What exactly does he want to do?" Er Tuzi asked suspiciously. Mao Qiu jumped onto his bald head, chirping incessantly at the Little One.

"Boom."

The Little One gathered the power of the nine realms, striking one realm with his vital energy, returning to the original form, and unleashed divine power to confront it head-on.

"Heavens," the Big Red Bird exclaimed in shock.

Even the old patriarch’s face turned pale, trembling as he extended a hand, shouting urgently, "Child, don’t do this. You are already a youth supreme. Don’t act so recklessly."

He was actually going to destroy one of the realms. This was incredibly crazy. Who would dare to do such a thing? It could lead to death, or at the very least, severe injury and loss of cultivation.

"This guy is insane," Er Tuzi was stunned. This was too terrifying. Was he going to destroy himself, heading toward self-destruction?

The Little One remained silent, sitting cross-legged, immersing himself in his own world, isolated from the external environment, and exerting all his strength to combine the power of the Nine Hidden Realms to strike at the damaged realm.

"Boom."

Finally, the volcano cracked open, and magma surged, exploding in the void, causing a catastrophic collapse and destruction in all directions.

A dozen willow branches swayed, green auspicious light flickered, stabilizing the surroundings and preventing the divine light from erupting violently, holding it back.

The Little One coughed up blood, his body shaking as the realm was shattered, causing him severe injury. This was an extremely dangerous move; an ordinary person would certainly have perished.

The divine energy that surged out was like a river of stars, crashing around with immense force, drowning his surroundings.

What he could rely on was his own strength. Although one realm had been breached, there were still nine remaining, and his body was crystal-clear, almost immortal.

Having opened the Ten Hidden Realms, even if one realm was destroyed, he could still endure and preserve his life.

However, injury was inevitable, and it was severe. Terrifying scars appeared, and eventually, the crystal-clear body cracked. Even his strong physique was not spared, showing just how terrifying the situation was.

"Child," the old patriarch roared, nearly spitting out a mouthful of blood, but he dared not shout loudly, fearing it would disturb him.

Shilin Hu, Shifei Jiao, and others clenched their fists, Qingfeng, Dazhuang, and Bitiwa walked back and forth, extremely anxious, while Ziyun, Mao Qiu, and others were equally worried.

They could only watch from afar, unable to offer any help.

Reopening the Hidden Realm and reenacting vitality.

The Little One’s eyes opened and closed, divine light bursting forth. Having once reached the perfection of the Ten Hidden Realms, he naturally had enough experience and understanding. He needed to reopen the realm.

Especially, he recalled the process of opening the Tenth Hidden Realm.

He silently adjusted his breathing, absorbed divine light, refined the Willow God’s juice, and rapidly healed his body before starting the opening process again.

"Exhaust everything, extinguish everything, then rebirth and recreate the Hidden Realm."

He murmured, recalling his experiences in the Void Divine Realm. He needed to evolve anew, create the strongest Hidden Realm, and naturally, he had to surpass the ordinary and take an unconventional path.

"Boom."

However, when he had repaired his injuries, tried to consume all divine energy, and attempted to evolve the Hidden Realm, an accident occurred. The realm, barely taking shape, exploded violently.

This time, the Little One was gravely injured, his body shattered almost completely, a tragic sight, with many places exposing bones.

"This is bad. Destroying the realm makes it hard to recreate. It’s a suppression, a law's confinement. After destruction, how could it easily be reborn?" From a distance, Er Tuzi was horrified.

The Little One was not discouraged. If one realm could not be recreated, how could he achieve his goal of reopening ten realms and becoming stronger?

Having reached the end of this path, he was not satisfied but wanted to surpass it, break through the ultimate realm, and carve out his own path.

"Try again."

Despite his body bleeding and his flesh cracking, the Little One frowned but did not utter a sound of pain. He began a new attempt to reenact the realm and reopen it.

His spirit was highly focused, his body glowing, with runes fluttering like golden butterflies around him. With a loud explosion, a blazing divine light erupted, penetrating the void of the Hidden Realm.

This time, he exerted all his effort to quickly open and then reenact the realm, using the other nine Hidden Realms to assist and infusing endless divine light to stabilize it.

Unfortunately, he failed once more. The Little One cried out, his body almost breaking apart, and blood spurted far away from his mouth. It was truly difficult to reverse; once the realm was destroyed, reconstructing it was an arduous task.

Thus, he continued to try repeatedly, suffering numerous severe injuries, but eventually, a breakthrough appeared as he saw blurry fragments.

When the realm cracked open, fragments with flickering runes appeared. These were pieces of the hazy Dao essence.

It was difficult to capture truly, but even a fleeting glimpse yielded significant gains, understanding the laws of nature and the immutable principles of the world.

Despite severe injuries and continuous attempts to recreate the realm, the Little One's body was in tatters, but his spirit seemed to be elevating and becoming more vibrant.

"Boom."

This time, he finally succeeded in opening the realm. It was not destroyed; instead, it resonated with the mysterious symbols he had seen, merging his spirit with them, causing the realm to roar as if it had gained life.

The realm was immense, just like the Tenth Hidden Realm, emitting auspicious light and overwhelming the surroundings, releasing a terrifying divine energy fluctuation.

He had found the breakthrough point and aimed to surpass his current state and advance further.

Thus, the Little One continued to strive, trying various methods, enduring the pain of his body cracking. Finally, after a day and night, he completed the reopening of the Ten Hidden Realms, all of which were grand and had astonishing divine energy fluctuations.

"It seems there is a new change," he marveled to himself.

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