Chapter 291: Bronze Fragments, Ten Ancient Monster Techniques (Requesting Monthly Votes!)

The Wild Region, Stone Country.

A sacred temple glowed, as if built from block after block of gold, bathed in radiant auroras, utterly divine, located at the heart of the Rain Clan, where shimmering rain fell.

This was the Rain Clan’s most sacred ground in the real world, where the manifestation of the Rain God was enshrined; a serene aura radiated outward, and ordinary people were never allowed near—only matters of vital importance to the clan’s honor could bring one here.

At this very moment, inside the temple, a group of elders knelt before a stone statue, their expressions solemn and reverent, chanting devout prayers while offering sacrifices, showing the utmost respect to the ancestral deity’s likeness.

Crack—!!!!

Suddenly, a crisp sound echoed through the temple; everyone startled, looked up, and saw a crack splitting open on the Rain God’s statue, radiating shimmering light as if divine blood flowed forth.

“This! How is this possible! What on earth has happened!!”

One of the kneeling elders cried out, his face filled with terror and disbelief, unable to comprehend why the ancestral deity’s statue had cracked—had something gone awry in the Phantom Divine Realm?

At that moment, someone rushed in from outside—a stunningly beautiful girl stumbled into the temple, too breathless to bow, and gasped: “Great-uncle! Something’s wrong! I’ve lost all sense of the divine decree—it seems… it’s been stolen!”

“Puh—”

……

“Puh—”

The Phantom Divine Realm, the Rain Clan’s blessed land.

The instant the decree was refined, the Rain Clan cultivator who had nearly drained his own essence spewed forth a torrent of blood, his body flung backward as if struck by a colossal force, crashing into a pile of ruins and being buried beneath the debris.

The remaining Rain Clan members, along with the Wu Wang Fu and Demon Spirit Lake elites, all turned pale with horror, then acted without hesitation—activating the teleportation array beneath their feet to retreat into the Inscription Realm.

“Want to leave? Did you ask me?”

The illusory Bagua Qimen formation instantly expanded, engulfing the entire blessed land; under the enhanced power of the Luán Jīn Tuò runes, all movement within froze—only Wu Xian could move.

Wu Xian narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his hand, and the array base belonging to the middle-aged man of Wu Wang Fu instantly flew into his grasp.

Immediately, the Divine Mechanism Hundred Refinements’ object-control power activated, forcibly erasing the spiritual imprint upon it and reshaping it into Wu Xian’s own form.

Soon, after understanding the array’s mechanism, Wu Xian effortlessly activated it, merging it with the Feng Hou Qimen formation, enveloping the entire blessed land in the array’s binding force while simultaneously releasing the Luán Jīn Tuò technique.

The flow of time returned to normal; everyone shuddered, their expressions dazed, as if they had forgotten something.

But soon, the many elites attempting to flee grew grim-faced—they realized their teleportation array had failed, and even their spiritual wills were bound, unable to escape the Rain Clan’s blessed land.

“My array!”

The middle-aged man of Wu Wang Fu cried out, finally recognizing the familiar aura of the surrounding array; seeing the array plate in Wu Xian’s hand, he understood instantly.

“Give it back!”

The man panicked—this was one of Wu Wang Fu’s core treasures; though the physical array plate still existed in the real world, if someone unraveled its secrets, his punishment for losing it would be horrific.

“Idiot!”

Wu Xian sneered, raised the Rain God’s decree in his hand, and with a thought, the ancient character “Fá” glowed once more—transforming into a golden spear, which he raised above his head and hurled with all his strength.

The golden spear tore through space like shears cutting cloth, leaving behind a golden curtain as it advanced, devouring all in its path with unstoppable force—far stronger than when the Rain Clan cultivator had wielded it, by more than tenfold.

The cultivators of Wu Wang Fu, the Rain Clan, and the Demon Spirit Lake all turned ashen, frantically raising defenses to block it.

Yet the overwhelming golden curtain crushed down—their resistance vanished like a mantis trying to stop a cart; not even a cry escaped them before they were gone.

Not only their spiritual wills, but the attack from the divine decree carried inherent law-force—how could mortal beings possibly resist? All those who died in that strike, bodies and souls alike, were utterly obliterated.

In the Cave Heaven City, the various factions observing through secret techniques trembled in fear, as if seeing their own futures—they silently prayed the Blood-Hand Demon Child would never go mad on their territory; such terrifying combat power—who could withstand it?

“This boy’s combat strength exceeds my expectations—he’s utterly unfazed by divine power. How far has he truly progressed in the Cave Heaven Realm?”

Someone sighed, his gaze through the secret technique toward Wu Xian filled with complexity.

“This power is abnormal—even a peerless prodigy of the Nine Cave Heavens couldn’t be this extreme!”

An elder from an ancient divine mountain spoke, certain of it—his own clan had a prodigy who opened Nine Cave Heavens, a realm recorded only in ancient texts, yet compared to the Demon Child, it was worlds apart.

“Could it be Ten Cave Heavens?”

A powerful figure from a major faction murmured, finding it highly plausible.

“The legendary taboo? They say that realm shouldn’t exist—not even the Ten Ancient Monsters could reach it; only the strongest young true dragons have absolute certainty.”

“If true, then this Demon Child could rival the Ten Ancient Monsters of his age!”

“Too terrifying—what is his origin? Could he truly be a manifestation of the Ten Ancient Monsters?!”

At that moment, those within the Phantom Divine Realm—and those across the outside world who had learned of this—began buzzing with speculation, debating Wu Xian’s identity and whether he had truly opened Ten Cave Heavens, the discussion rapidly heating up.

At that instant, an anomaly shimmered in the sky above the Rain Clan’s blessed land—as if Heaven had heard their murmurs, a glowing orb descended and appeared before Wu Xian.

Simultaneously, a stone tablet rose, inscribed with luminous characters radiating auroras—it was the Phantom Divine Realm’s Record Tablet.

【Subjugated the Divine Decree, Unrivaled Combat Power—Reward: Two Bronze Fragments.】

Seeing this, everyone first gasped in surprise, then felt it was only natural—after defeating a divine decree, it would be strange if the Phantom Divine Realm didn’t reward him!

“Wait! Those two bronze fragments!”

A powerful figure from a major faction suddenly realized, staring intently through his treasure, his breathing growing heavy.

“The legendary supreme reward of the Phantom Divine Realm—they say collecting ten bronze fragments grants access to an ultimate treasure technique; some speculate it might be the complete Ten Ancient Monster Techniques!”

“The Phantom Divine Realm actually offered this as a reward? This is the true value of defeating a god?”

“The complete Ten Ancient Monster Techniques—what a tremendous opportunity…”

“But they’re now in the Demon Child’s hands—his power is too terrifying; we can’t possibly seize these fragments from him.”

“So what? He’s only invincible in the Cave Heaven Realm. When he advances to higher realms, he won’t be this dominant. When that time comes, we prepare thoroughly, strike together, and maybe we’ll succeed!”

“That makes sense!”

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