The Young Supreme of the Eight Cave Heavens! Ye Xuan Enters the Ancient Sacred Academy!

At this moment, Little Shi Hao had quietly slipped outside the mountain gate, curious about everything around him.

Almost everyone's gaze was fixed on that Azure Sky Roc.

As for Little Shi Hao's presence, hardly anyone noticed.

"Where did this wild kid come from?"

A youth in brocade clothes shot Shi Hao a glance, his face full of disdain.

"This is the Sky-Mending Pavilion's assessment grounds, not a refugee camp. Are you even weaned yet, coming here?"

A burst of laughter rippled through the crowd.

"Look at him, all dirty—probably some savage crawled out of the Great Wilderness."

"Hey, kid, hurry back home and drink your milk. Don't embarrass yourself here."

Little Shi Hao was focused on the jar of beast milk in his hands. Hearing the taunts, he wrinkled his little nose in displeasure.

"What's wrong with drinking milk?"

He wiped the milk stains from the corner of his mouth and retorted seriously.

"The adults all say, drink more milk to grow stronger."

"Looking at how skinny you all are, you must not have had enough milk when you were little."

"You—!"

The brocade youth was furious. As the son of a regional lord, he was used to being surrounded by admirers—when had anyone ever lectured him like this?

"Sharp-tongued little brat! Today, this young master will teach you a lesson on behalf of your family!"

He stepped forward, blood energy surging within him—he was actually at the mid-stage of the Blood Moving Realm.

He struck out with a palm, the wind sharp and fierce, aimed straight at Little Shi Hao's face.

The onlookers watched with amusement, no one stepping in to stop it.

Survival of the fittest—that was the law of the cultivation world.

But just as the palm was about to land—

"Annoying."

Little Shi Hao sighed, reluctantly setting down the milk jar.

"I wanted to keep a low profile."

"Why do you have to force my hand?"

Before the words faded.

From Little Shi Hao's tiny body suddenly erupted a terrifying, suffocating wave of power.

"Boom!"

A thunderous sound.

The void behind him exploded open.

A crimson volcanic crater appeared out of thin air, spewing torrents of vital energy.

Then a second, a third...

In one breath, eight cave heavens!

The eight cave heavens linked end to end, forming a dazzling divine ring that hung behind Little Shi Hao's head.

Within that ring, it seemed lava flowed and divine radiance burst forth, exuding an aura of supreme and noble dominance.

"Scram!"

Little Shi Hao let out a light shout.

That divine ring trembled violently.

A visible shockwave, centered on him, blasted outward in all directions.

"Bam!"

The brocade youth charging at him didn't even touch Little Shi Hao's clothes before being sent flying by the shockwave.

He arced through the air and crashed heavily over ten meters away, foaming at the mouth, knocked unconscious.

And not just him.

Everyone who had been mocking him moments ago was thrown to the ground by that force, covered in dust, utterly disheveled.

Dead silence fell over the scene.

Everyone looked as if their throats had been squeezed shut, mouths agape, staring blankly at the little boy still wiping milk from his face in the center.

"Eight... eight cave heavens?!"

"Heavens! Am I seeing things? Eight cave heavens?!"

"How is that possible? How old is he? Three? Four?"

"This is no wild child—this is the cub of a primordial Fierce Beast!"

Shock rippled through the crowd.

Eight Cave Heavens—that was already the standard of a Young Supreme.

Even across the entire Eight Lower Realms, those who could open eight Cave Heavens at this age were as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns.

On the High Platform.

The Sky-Mending Pavilion Master, who had been speaking with Ye Xuan, was also drawn by the commotion below.

When he saw those eight dazzling Cave Heavens, he yanked out a few more strands of his beard.

"This... this is your younger brother?"

The Sky-Mending Pavilion Master's voice trembled.

He had assumed Ye Xuan was a powerhouse, so his brother couldn't be bad—but he'd only expected a genius.

He never imagined a monster!

Eight Cave Heavens!

As long as he didn't die young, he was a surefire Venerable in the future, and might even Ignite Divine Fire and become a god!

"Indeed."

Ye Xuan looked down at Little Shi Hao and smiled faintly.

"This child is mischievous. Forgive the spectacle, Pavilion Master."

"Not at all! This is true nature! This is heaven-defying talent!"

The Sky-Mending Pavilion Master's face flushed with excitement.

Without a moment's hesitation, he flickered and appeared directly above the examination grounds.

"Silence!"

A single light shout suppressed all the noise.

The Sky-Mending Pavilion Master gazed at Little Shi Hao below as if looking at a peerless treasure.

"From today onward, this child is a Core Inherited Disciple of our Sky-Mending Pavilion!"

"No examination needed—direct entry into the Inner Sect!"

"All sect resources will be tilted toward him!"

The moment these words fell, the crowd erupted.

The youths still waiting in line for their exams stared with eyes red with envy.

Straight into the Inner Sect?

And a Core Inherited Disciple?

So this was the treatment of a genius?

Little Shi Hao scratched his head, showing no great surprise at the outcome.

He simply turned and looked up at Ye Xuan in the air.

Ye Xuan nodded at him.

"Go on. Cultivate well here."

"Remember what I said—don't let anyone bully you."

Little Shi Hao grinned, slung his big bundle over his back, hugged his milk jar, and swaggered through the mountain gate of the Sky-Mending Pavilion under countless awed and envious gazes.

Behind him.

The old man who had been silently following, along with Shi Qingfeng, were already in tears.

The old man watched the spirited Little Shi Hao, his lips trembling.

"A Supreme... truly a Young Supreme!"

"Our lineage finally has hope!"

From that day on.

The name "Shi Hao" shot across the sky of the Sky-Mending Pavilion like a comet.

And at a terrifying speed, it spread to the Various Ancient Kingdoms and major powers.

Everyone knew.

The Sky-Mending Pavilion had produced an eight-Cave-Heaven monster who loved drinking beast milk.

And this was only the beginning.

Deep within the Sky-Mending Pavilion lay a Forbidden Zone sealed by ancient runes.

"Daoist Ye, ahead lies the entrance to the Ancient Sacred Academy."

The Sky-Mending Pavilion Master stopped before a courtyard, pointing at the surging mist ahead.

His expression was grave, even carrying a hint of wariness.

"This Sacred Academy is my sect's most ancient inheritance ground, said to connect to an ancient Small World. But the entrance is covered in ancient restrictions, requiring one to undergo the trial of the Nine-Tiered Heavenly Ladder. One misstep, and you'll suffer severe injury."

"Over these thousands of years, our Sky-Mending Pavilion has seen no shortage of brilliant talents who tried to force their way in. The result..."

The Sky-Mending Pavilion Master sighed, not finishing his words, but the meaning was clear.

Those geniuses had all failed.

"No matter."

Ye Xuan's expression was calm, his white robes pristine as snow, standing exceptionally composed before the vast mist.

"Trouble the Pavilion Master to open the seal."

The Sky-Mending Pavilion Master nodded, forming a complex Dharma Seal with his hands and striking it into the void.

Hum—

The void trembled. Before the courtyard, which had been empty, layers of golden ripples suddenly spread.

Then, a nine-tiered heavenly ladder appeared, built from nine kinds of divine jade.

"Fellow Daoist, please."

The Sky-Mending Pavilion Master stepped back.

Ye Xuan strode forward.

The moment he set foot on the ladder's range, the surroundings transformed instantly.

The once-peaceful void suddenly erupted with countless crimson Order Divine Chains, like ghostly hands reaching from hell, radiating a destructive aura as they coiled toward Ye Xuan.

At the same time, the ground beneath him turned into a mountain of blades and a sea of flames, while thunder brewed overhead.

This was no heavenly ladder—it was clearly a death trap.

"Somewhat interesting."

Ye Xuan's lips curled slightly as he halted.

"Chaos Heavy Pupils, open."

He whispered in his heart.

In an instant, those deep eyes changed.

The clear black-and-white pupils vanished, replaced by two overlapping gray pupils.

Chaos Qi swirled within his eye sockets, and the world took on a different form in his sight.

Those terrifying crimson divine chains were instantly dismantled into basic runic lines in his vision.

The killing array nodes hidden in the void were as clear as lamps in the night.

Under the view of the Chaos Heavy Pupils, this Ancient Killing Array, capable of trapping and killing marquises, was riddled with flaws.

Then, Ye Xuan clasped his hands behind his back and strolled leisurely.

He walked slowly, steadily.

As if taking a walk in his own back garden, admiring the scenery around him.