The cruel child is back again. What is he up to now? Could he be stirring up another massive upheaval? Many people are truly afraid of him; this guy is full of energy, and who knows what else he might do.
Especially those big sects that were nearly flattened are now terrified, grinding their teeth in anger. The return of the troublesome child makes them fearful that he might target them again. A crowd of people is on edge, their faces grim as they wait anxiously.
The little rascal shows no awareness of the situation. Upon arrival, he is friendly with everyone, greeting this person with a wave and patting that person on the shoulder.
"I feel like I’ve seen you before. It seems like I killed you. It’s impressive that you’ve healed so quickly in just three months," the troublesome child says cheerfully, which is unbearable to some.
The powerful figures hiding in the crowd, recognized and frightened, turn pale and flee. Their injuries are still not fully healed, and they are only here to gather information.
If this cruel child were to kill them again, their real selves might be destroyed, making them feel even more humiliated and frustrated. In just a moment, a group of people has fled in panic.
"Ah, so many are acquaintances? I’ve killed all of you? Am I really that heartless? It doesn’t seem like I’ve slaughtered many people," the troublesome child scratches his head.
A group of people murmurs to themselves, "You haven’t killed a few. You’ve pushed through everything, leaving heavy losses for the Rain Clan, the Tuoba Clan, and the Four Great Families. They were directly flattened."
The appearance of the troublesome child sparks a crowd to gather. Recently, he has become the most popular figure in the Virtual God Realm, attracting attention from both enemies and friends.
"Don’t run away! I still have a few Soul-Extinguishing Needles here, but they’re not meant for you. What’s there to escape from?" the troublesome child shouts kindly.
This is quite a blow to them. It is evident that he looks down on them and thinks they are not worth using magical weapons on, but to the crowd, it is truly disheartening.
Many people are deeply hurt in their pride. Especially for the talented individuals, there is a strong impulse to never enter the Virtual God Realm again.
The troublesome child seems oblivious and very enthusiastic. Watching them flee in panic, he doesn’t pursue but kindly sends them off, telling them he won’t chase after them.
"This is infuriating!" Both the older generation and the younger generation are filled with a strong urge to spit blood.
The Rain Clan, the Tuoba Clan, and the Xiling Beast Mountain are all pale-faced, regretting coming to watch. This is truly frustrating. This damned child.
The little rascal also dashes off. Leaving the initial place, he enters a higher realm through the golden passage, heading towards the place where the Ten Caves Heaven are created.
"I’m here to collect my debt," he shouts as soon as he arrives in the mountain range.
Outside the initial place, in the chaotic ruins, the Willow God is rooted there. Several tender branches pierce into the sky, as if awakening something, causing the entire world to tremble.
In the Cave Heaven, a burst of colorful light descends from the sky, with light rain falling, peaceful and sacred, covering the entire mountain range.
A light orb descends with a clang, divine rays bursting forth, and auspicious light emerges. Two bronze plates appear and fall into the little rascal’s hands.
When the twilight disperses and the light mist clears, the bronze plates look ancient and simple, with some mysterious patterns on them.
Those who followed are stunned. Has this child gone against the heavens? He shouts about collecting his debt, and the Virtual God Realm directly drops two divine books for him. This is truly speechless.
Everyone is dumbfounded. Is this real? He didn’t do anything, yet he easily obtained two bronze books.
No one knows how many people are watching from afar. Because the troublesome child is so famous, many follow him to see what he will do.
"Really stingy, where’s the interest? Why just two pieces? They’ve been stored for so long," the troublesome child complains, shouting and jumping towards the sky.
The crowd is petrified. How defiant must one be to challenge the rules and order of the Virtual God Realm? This child is invincible, hopeless, and untreatable.
"Rumble"
In the void, a dark cloud rolls and is about to descend, enveloping the little rascal's head.
"Forget it, I’ll give you the interest," the troublesome child says, then starts running away. When he was expelled back then, he was covered in black mist and labeled as unwelcome. He doesn’t want to be driven away again for two years; that would be too embarrassing.
Finally, the black cloud dissipates, and the world returns to tranquility.
The crowd is shocked. The Virtual God Realm indeed has a spirit; it’s crucial not to anger it. They now hold even more awe for this place, wondering how the gods were created. Could there be any remaining beings?
A crystalline stone tablet appears, glowing with inscriptions. The record tablet has arrived somewhat late but still arrives. There are no additional characters, only four words: Cave Heaven Supreme.
"Boom"
The crowd is astonished, and then chaos ensues. These four words say it all, causing people to tremble.
Cave Heaven Supreme is both an affirmation and extreme honor. Although there are only these four words, they convey everything. He is the most powerful before the Cave Heaven.
Perhaps he can be called the strongest in the Cave Heaven Realm, at least in the Virtual God Realm of the Wild Domain, because no one has ever broken through in this mental world like this.
"This guy is so strong, rising aggressively and pushing through everything. I really don’t know how many years it has been since such a person has emerged."
"The vast land, endless beings, and the birth of too many powerful figures. No one can say how powerful some legendary figures are," some people shake their heads in disagreement, as this is only in the Virtual God Realm of the Wild Domain.
A person as reckless and flamboyant as the troublesome child is quite rare. To boldly impact like this, one must be very confident or extremely brazen.
The little rascal, pleased, flips through the bronze books. He now has a total of five pieces, meaning he has obtained half of the entire book.
"Sigh, I’ve flattened so many big sects, but I haven’t seen any rewards. Is there something wrong again?" He looks up at the sky, wanting to shout again.
"Definitely not. In ancient times, there were people even more ruthless than you. There was someone who led a group to annihilate dozens of pure lands in one day, more than the big sects you’ve eliminated," someone from afar responds.
"I’m really kind," the troublesome child mutters to himself.
"Ugh," many people think to themselves, naturally being those from ancient sects whose pure lands were destroyed. Although they are resentful, they do not dare to approach.
"Why isn’t anyone coming to snatch it now? I’m quite looking forward to it," the troublesome child mumbles softly, using the bronze books like bricks, weighing them back and forth. He is very eye-catching.
The crowd murmurs. This kid truly lives up to the title of "the wrath of gods and men." To be honest, many people do want to snatch it, but they dare not. Their jealousy can only be deeply hidden.
"Youth, we’ve finally found you. You run too fast," several old men panting, come from afar.
These people radiate divine light, dazzling and striking, as if surrounded by divine halos. Some are covered in silver light, some are shrouded in purple mist, and some have red clouds.
The crowd takes a deep breath. What masters are these? They are definitely not ordinary; they seem to be powerful ancestral figures.
"Do I still need to run? Do you want to snatch my divine books?" the troublesome child turns around, looking very excited.
"No, we didn’t mean that," the old men quickly shake their heads, truly fearing that he might take the opportunity to attack them and rob them clean.
Soon, the little rascal figured out where these people were from—they came from the Ancient Divine Mountain. They looked unusual and were all extraordinary.
One of the elders radiated golden light, like a divine sun, resembling a golden beast. He had a humanoid form but was covered in golden fur, and he was very old, with most of his teeth nearly fallen out.
The other beings were similar; they had human-like features but were not human. There were those from the Spirit Clan and the Wood Clan, enveloped in divine light. They were all very old, serving as several elderly servants.
They came from the Ancient Divine Mountain and represented different forces. They were about to set sail soon but had not yet found the troublesome child, so they naturally needed to hurry him along.
"I haven’t yet entered the Spirit Transformation Realm, and I’m still stuck. Do you have any divine skills or top treasure techniques? Just give me some pointers," the troublesome child said.
The group was taken aback. Isn’t this nonsense? With the Ten Caves Heaven already completed, he should be able to enter the Spirit Transformation Realm at any time. How could he still be unsuccessful?
"Don’t believe me? Look, I really haven’t broken through. Please give me some Ancient Divine Mountain’s breakthrough techniques," the little rascal’s face was very thick-skinned.
"There’s not much time left; we’re about to set off. You can’t delay any longer," said a purple-clad girl who exuded a sacred aura, covered in soft divine light. Her voice was gentle and melodious, like celestial music.
"And what about the information I asked for?" the little rascal asked, unusually not addressing the purple-clad girl as a beast and showing a serious expression without any smile.
"It seems you care about them very much," the purple-clad girl said, her voice ethereal, her purple eyes flashing with wisdom as she tried to discern something from his face.
"So you’re a fat one too. Hurry up and tell me," the little rascal urged.
A few black lines appeared on the purple-clad girl's pristine forehead. She clenched her small fists but ultimately restrained herself, though she was inwardly cursing.
"Nine years ago, there was indeed a young couple, very powerful, who wandered near a certain Ancient Divine Mountain and eventually stepped out of the Wild Domain."
"What?" The little rascal was shocked, his eyes wide, his face showing an indescribable mix of sadness and pain, unable to speak for a long time.
"I want to know more," he finally said after a long time.
"They left the Wild Domain, so it’s difficult to find any news about them now," the purple-clad girl said. Even the Ancient Divine Mountain, as powerful as it was, couldn’t track everything, especially not outside this realm.
The little rascal’s eyes turned red, different from usual. He was very silent and took a long time to compose himself.
"I want more detailed information," he requested.
"We can only do our best. You need to enter the Spirit Transformation Realm as soon as possible. Otherwise, you’ll run out of time. Many forces will set sail, and that sea area is destined for a fierce battle. The sea will be stained with blood, and corpses will fill the ocean. You must quickly improve your combat power to protect yourself."
"Alright, I understand," the little rascal said and turned to leave.
The elderly servants, each representing different forces, moved forward to ask for a specific time because they couldn’t wait any longer.
But they were all stopped by the purple-clad girl, who knew well that pressing the troublesome child would only make things worse.
"Father, mother, where are you?" The little rascal walked alone, leaving the crowd behind, quickly disappearing over the horizon.
He wandered through one piece of wasteland after another, passing through the Rain Clan’s pure lands and the Tuoba Clan’s old territories, reflecting on his thoughts.
This made the major sects frown in frustration. Was this a return to his old haunts to view the "glory" he had created?
Whether the crowd was satisfied or not didn’t matter. No one dared to provoke him now. The troublesome child had become a symbol of cruelty, and no one wanted to offend him.
Unconsciously, the little rascal arrived in front of an incredibly grand and majestic pure land. Spiritual energy flowed down from the mountains like small waterfalls.
"Wuwang Mansion"
The little rascal looked up suddenly and saw the stone tablet in the pure land with these three characters.
"Father, mother, you must have been here, even though it no longer belongs to you." The little rascal clenched his fists, his gaze intimidating like two bolts of lightning.
It took him a long time to withdraw that terrifying aura.
"Who goes there? Stop! No entry," someone shouted as soon as he arrived at the mountain gate, still far from the vast palace complex.
"What do you want?" someone trembled, recognizing him.
"Just here as a guest," the little rascal replied with only these four words.
"Brothers, keep up the good work. If I don’t write more, I’d be letting you down. Today, I’ll continue with three chapters. Let’s make those monthly votes fly even higher, and even more fiercely!"
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