Little One proposed, "Then let's set a small goal: slaughter every last one of you before my divine power runs out!"
"Oh, screw you!" someone cursed, seething at the bystander who had just spoken. Faced with a young Supreme, they should have simply fled.
Why provoke him?! Did they think they weren't dying fast enough?!
Bear Child's smile vanished. In an instant, he became incomparably majestic, his entire body shining, densely covered in runes. His terrifying aura reached an astonishing extreme.
Everyone's soul trembled, and they nearly fell to their knees. It was an instinctive reverence that came from their very bones, making them want to kowtow in worship.
Little One bared his snow-white teeth. "The game begins!"
The next moment, the entire mountain range shook. A golden force field of Runes erupted around Little One, and grotto-heavens appeared one after another. Like gates to the Immortal Realm, they were incomparably sacred, flowing with splendid radiance as dazzling as a river of stars.
Golden runes blotted out the sky, sweeping in every direction and surging toward everyone, imprisoning the entire surrounding space.
This power was far too terrifying. Amid that Supreme's divine might, endless runes joined together, forming a field that sealed heaven and earth.
"This game isn't fun at all!" a bystander frozen in place said tearfully.
One person after another was immobilized. Whether experts of the Rain Clan or monster beasts from the Western Mound, all were treated equally beneath this mighty power.
"These are the ten great grotto-heavens? Why are they different from the records in ancient history? Aren't they a little too big?!" Normally, the members of the various sects were exceedingly proud, but now they were all frantic, trying every possible means to survive.
"These are my own unique ten great grotto-heavens!" Little One said