Chapter 94

Initially, it was very lively, with people coming and going. The large bluestone embedded with a rune bone, about ten feet in diameter, occasionally emitted a rosy glow, forming a golden passage, from which groups of people emerged one after another.

"Where is that brat? Let’s see if he really has three heads and six arms, to have broken records in just one day."

"This kid is truly a thorn in the side of both humans and gods, but I’m looking forward to seeing how he will extort the four great clans, hehe."

The golden passage was dazzling, and cultivators came out in groups. These were all powerful figures from higher-level blessed lands who had learned of the situation from the record stone in the Void Divine Realm and had come to join in the excitement.

"Brother Dao, it’s been a long time. Where have you been cultivating lately?"

"I’ve been cultivating in the Ethereal Blessed Land. It’s been ten years since we last met. Daoist friend Canghai has already ascended, leaving only a few of us. Let’s gather later."

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At the Initial Land, the large bluestone with the golden passage occasionally appeared, and the people who came ranged from young to old, including some ancient relics who had lost all their teeth and hair. They sighed deeply upon meeting each other.

It was clear how much attention the Initial Land had attracted; today it was more than ten times busier than usual.

Amidst the external commotion, Little Point sat on a huge rock, chin in hand, eyes wide open, completely absorbed. He stared at his spoils, his eyes burning with excitement, muttering to himself: "This pile on the east can exchange for a treasure tool, this pile on the south needs to exchange for a treasure technique, this pile on the north..."

Each "pile" consisted of over a hundred powerful figures, including those of high status and great influence, who were now being valued by the "pile."

Everyone was both amused and exasperated. This brat was truly unique. How could the powerful figures of the four great clans bear this? They must be about to explode with anger.

Indeed, that was the case. The four great clans had a total of 563 captives, piled into four human mountains, all severely injured and unable to move.

Now, a brat was estimating their value by "pile," and these people were almost driven mad with anger. Was there no justice in the world? They had been treated so poorly.

Among the four human mountains, a few figures of high status, who usually commanded the elements and could summon armies, were now placed in the same "pile," suffering such humiliation. The frustration was almost choking them to death.

"Shameful!" An old man panted, so angry that his liver hurt. He glared at the brat sitting on the huge rock, chin in hand, guarding his "property."

"Huff..." A middle-aged man was gathering his strength, clenching his teeth. In the real world, he required many beings to welcome him each time he traveled. Now, his body trembled with anger.

"What’s wrong with you two? You must hold on. I still need your help to exchange for my treasure tools and techniques. You must hold on." Little Point looked worried, afraid they might die.

But this concern on such a young face made the people in the piles want to jump up and strangle him. It was too infuriating.

"This kid is truly unique!"

Even the old gentlemen who had come from afar to join in the excitement could only sigh in amazement.

Many people were不服气 (unconvinced). This young brat had broken two records in one day, and in such an unglorious and dishonorable way. They couldn’t help but attack him.

"Bang"

As a result, Little Point specialized in dealing with such people. For a moment, runes filled the sky, and the morning light danced. After one battle after another, a large number of people fell to the ground.

"You don’t seem like big fish. Forget it, I won’t make a new pile. I’ll just add you to these four piles as a bonus. If their families come to redeem them, you can go with them." Little Point muttered to himself.

The group of people were on the verge of tears. They didn’t even have the资格 (qualification) to be a separate "pile," only to be considered a bonus. This kid was too wicked, and his words were too hurtful.

Of course, there were experts present, but they didn’t act rashly. They watched coldly and silently.

"Boom"

Suddenly, a sound like a flood breaking through a dam came, and four rune bones appeared, forming a dense pattern of lines, turning into a blue light barrier that sealed Little Point inside.

People from the four great clans had arrived, though it was unclear which clan they belonged to. Their first move was so domineering and fierce that they used four extraordinary bones to set up an array, sealing Little Point.

"What a grand gesture. These four treasure bones are extraordinary and mysterious. Using several at once is not something an ordinary clan can afford." An old man with no teeth said.

He seemed to have realized something and quickly added, "Hmm, that’s not right. These are the shadows of treasure tools, not real ones. It seems they lost the Crimson Feather Fan and are being cautious, fearing that this clan treasure might also be lost in the Void Divine Realm. This treasure can only be used once."

Little Point’s eyes shone brightly. He was solemn and cautious, not daring to be careless. In a flash, a red treasure fan in his hand emitted a hazy red light, and it seemed to be surrounded by a chaotic aura, emitting a terrifying vibration.

"Hand over the treasure fan, and we’ll release the people. Otherwise, we’ll kill you here!"

A hazy blue light spread, locking the entire area. The four treasure bones stabilized the void, and the four powerful figures stood in each direction, about to attack.

"Exchange with treasure tools. These bones are good, but they’re just shadows. I want the real ones!" Little Point said.

"What a big mouth! Kill him!" someone shouted.

These four were middle-aged men, in their prime, at their strongest. Runes turned, and the sky and earth were like a storm of thunder and lightning. Blue lightning struck, then turned into waves, rushing towards Little Point.

The sound was deaf