Chapter 142: Unsurpassed Divine Tide
They say "spoiled" like it's a flaw.
Like it's weakness.
Like being cherished makes you soft. But the truth is, if someone could be spoiled, who wouldn't want that? Especially those who grew up without it.
For someone like Shi Yi—who's lived through more than one life—the idea of being cared for without condition wasn't just rare. It was priceless. In this life, he knew what it meant to be treasured, and he never took that for granted.
The Next Day
The skies were sharp blue, the sun blinding in its brilliance.
Deep within the Hundred Shattered Peaks stood a long-abandoned ruin. It was vast and broken, an ancient battlefield left in pieces by time. Nothing grew here—just the bones of stone halls and a single, crumbling mountain gate rising against the sky.
"The great opportunity of the Hundred Shattered Peaks—the Unsurpassed Divine Tide—is about to arrive. Ancient relics and sacred treasures will flood forth, more than stars in the sky, beyond counting."
"Each artifact from the Hundred Shattered Peaks would be a peerless treasure anywhere else. But don't be fooled—these relics have their own spirits. They don't bend easily."
"But what about the brothers, Shi Yi and Shi Hao?"
"Shi Yi's no ordinary contender. He's the Holy Son of the Heaven-Mending Sect. Three years ago, he single-handedly slew a Bi'an, a Ya Zi, and even a grown Pixiu deep in the Great Wilderness. Imagine how much stronger he must be now."
"Shi Hao's no slouch either. Don't you know? He made the Nine-Headed Golden Lion his mount. Rode it through the wilds like a war god. That beast practically keeps its eyes on the top of its head now."
"What? The Nine-Headed Golden Lion submitted to him? Isn't he afraid of the Nine Spirit King? ...Then again, with a brother like Shi Yi, maybe he doesn't need to be."
Before the towering gate of the ruin, the gathering had begun. Some beings had scale-armored hides that shimmered like jade, others bore wings that split the air with glints of burning color.
Ancient races of the Primordial Era stood tall beside pure-blooded beast kings. The atmosphere vibrated with divine pressure. Sacred lights rose from their bodies like pillars.
Dozens of Primordial Lineage Creatures had already assembled, along with more than ten Pure-Blooded Ferocious Beasts—each one a legend. In contrast, the Human Clans were few. Only a handful of elite factions stood present.
But that was how things always were in the Lower Realm's Eight Regions. The Human Clan simply wasn't strong enough to compete. Aside from the two brothers—Shi Yi and Shi Hao—most humans couldn't stand toe-to-toe with the mighty bloodlines that had gathered.
And now, nearly every major Human power had arrived—except for the two who mattered most. The beasts kept coming, waves crashing in from every direction.
Suddenly, the earth shook.
Boom!
A massive creature, fifty meters long, emerged from the haze. Its body was plated like a pangolin, but its head bore a dragon's majesty. Golden light coursed across its armored frame like flowing lava.
An Earth Dragon.
As long as it remained grounded, its strength was endless. It could split mountains and churn the seas. A high-tier Primordial Beast—both ancient and devastating.
Roar—!
A pitch-black ape raised its head and let out a roar that crashed through the air like a tidal wave.
Its arms beat against its chest with the thunder of war drums. Its lantern-sized eyes blazed with amber fire. The beast was titanic—ten meters tall at least—and rippling with muscle like iron-forged hills.
It leapt.
BOOM.The peak beside it shattered into rubble under the impact. The lesser Primordial creatures stepped back in silence. They understood the message clearly:
Only the strong stand tall.
In this world, power was the only truth. Weakness didn't just get you ignored. It got you eaten.
Just as the ape began to swagger in pride...
A butterfly appeared.
It was about a meter long, shimmering in radiant color. Its wings glimmered like prismatic glass. It moved with casual grace, fluttering before the mountain gate as though the beasts around it were beneath notice.
Silence.
Every beast fell still. Even the ferocious ape took two steps back. A dark gleam of caution flickered in its massive pupils.
"The legendary Fissure Sky Devil Butterfly..." someone whispered.
Up close, its wings bore intricate symbols—mystic runes naturally formed by the Dao itself. It looked delicate, almost gentle. But anyone with sense knew better.
One beat of its wings could tear the sky open for a thousand miles.
In the ancient records, this butterfly once killed High Deities like they were cattle.
Nearby, a golden-winged bird and a jade-feathered predator stared at it hungrily. Insect-type beasts like this carried an irresistible allure for birds. Devouring one could elevate them. But the risk? Getting counter-killed and made a joke of.
Thoom... thoom... thoom...
The tremors started again.
Then, at the edge of the battlefield, a bronze-hued ant appeared. It was a single zhang long—just over three meters—but each of its steps cracked the earth like a falling mountain.
"An Ancient Divine Ant!"
Whispers rose again.
"Another descendant of the Divine Insect bloodline… In the Primordial Age, they swarmed in legions and reigned over a brutal era. Each one could level mountains and shift oceans."
"Just one is bad enough—"
"You fool. Divine Ants never travel alone."
And right on cue, more emerged.
Twelve in total.
Each one massive and terrifying. And then came the last one.
It wasn't bronze. It shimmered silver-white like the moonlit sea, pulsing with ethereal light. The air froze.
If a master from the Upper Realm had seen it, they would have noticed something horrifying—the ant's silver hue was laced with faint strands of gold.
A sign of regression to the bloodline's origin.
A Celestial Ant in the making.
"Look at its bloodline—it's almost royal…"
"It's not a full Celestial Ant. No way. It's a hybrid, even if it's reverting. It can't reach that level!"
Before the debate could continue—
A strange tree shimmered into view.
At first glance, it looked like a massive dandelion. But its stalk and leaves were emerald, dripping with dew, and at the top was a glowing white orb—a fluff-ball that looked like soft feathers.
"Pu Demon Tree!"
"It still exists?!"
"Get back!"
Everyone retreated. Beast and human alike. Even the Devil Butterfly and the Divine Ants pulled back.
This was no ordinary flora.
Those soft white filaments were known as Cursed Demonic Whiskers. If even one brushed against your skin, it would burrow into your flesh, draining divine essence like a parasite. Slowly, silently, until all that remained was a dried husk.
It was said that in the ancient days, one such tree killed a High Deity. Its whiskers embedded into his body and drank him dry—essence, soul, and spirit all devoured.
Eventually, a Great Power from the Upper Realm had to descend just to destroy the thing.
Now it had returned.
"The Fissure Sky Devil Butterfly, the Ancient Divine Ants, even the Pu Demon Tree... All of them are here."
"You think Shi Yi and Shi Hao will show?"
"Hard to say. But I've got a feeling—yeah, they're coming."