Die!
Die!
Die!
Despite the adult Pixiu unleashing its innate technique at all costs, enveloping itself in a dazzling seven-colored shield, its eyes could only see one word—death.
Legend spoke of a Qilin whose single step shattered the vast heavens.
Shi Yi's Qilin Step was his strongest move. Unlike a certain reckless Saiyan from another world, he didn't hold back against enemies. His strikes were merciless.
Toy with an opponent, probing bit by bit, only to watch them power up?
Sorry, if Shi Yi could kill, he would kill.
This step, this hoof—
It was not only his most powerful attack but also an absolutely lethal one.
Perhaps sensing the overwhelming killing intent in Shi Yi's mind, the faint, blurry Kirin silhouette behind him grew slightly more solid in that moment.
The Qilin roared, its step striking harder.
Under the chilled gazes of the two ancient nations' Human Emperors—
The seven-colored shield, conjured with all the Pixiu's strength, was like a thin sheet of ice. Before the Qilin's hoof even landed, it was already trembling, on the verge of collapse.
Crack! The sound of thin ice breaking, barely audible.
"Roar!"
The Pixiu let out a hysterical bellow, its muscles tensing. Unable to escape, it could only thrust its head upward, meeting the Kirin's hoof head-on.
Boom! The sound of a heavy impact.
In an instant, the Pixiu was crushed a hundred meters into the ground, blood seeping from its body, a gruesome sight. Yet it still struggled defiantly against the Qilin's hoof.
In that moment, the Pixiu was like an ant bravely resisting a giant foot—stirringly valiant, but unable to change its fate of being trampled to death.
"I'm not reconciled!" the Pixiu roared, blood streaming from its orifices.
One breath passed—its bones shattered.
Two breaths—its muscles and veins disintegrated.
Three breaths—it was reduced to a pulp.
The Pixiu lasted only three breaths before Shi Yi's Qilin Step crushed it to death.
It sounded unreal, but this was reality.
With the aid of external artifacts, Shi Yi now had the power to slay Venerables like dogs.
But only Venerables like the Pixiu, lacking extraordinary means.
Against Human Emperors, sheltered by imperial dragon aura in their ancient nations, Shi Yi was still powerless—for now.
"Since your body has fallen, your soul shall shatter. Let dust return to dust, earth to earth. Today, I send you off, and our enmity ends here," Shi Yi said, slowly closing his eyes. A moment later, he opened them, his normal black pupils transforming into the enigmatic Heavy Pupils.
Unlike before—
This time, as the Heavy Pupils emerged, the heavens trembled.
In the Lower Realm's Eight Domains and even the Upper Realm, immortal sects and eternal orthodoxies took notice. Many powerful beings turned their icy gazes toward Shi Yi.
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Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, Heaven-Mending Sect
"This boy is a human prodigy. He should join the core lineage of the Heaven-Mending Sect."
"Shi Yi is close to our saintess. Recruiting him shouldn't be difficult."
"A future supreme being—he has the potential to become an immortal."
"He's principled and sensible, making recruitment feasible. But ensuring his loyalty to the Heaven-Mending Sect won't be as simple as it seems."
"If the shameless Immortal Mountain can marry their saintess to a mortal, why can't we pair ours with a prodigy who might achieve immortality?"
"We mustn't rush this. Let's facilitate it discreetly. Given our saintess's obsession with immortality, pushing too hard could backfire."
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Heaven-Severing Sect
"Even with external artifacts to forcibly boost his realm, killing an adult Pixiu showcases his terrifying potential. The human race cannot be underestimated!"
"Among his generation, he's the strongest in his clan—a true human Initial!"
"Hahaha, those old fogeys at the Heaven-Mending Sect are probably already scheming to recruit this human Initial."
"Those sanctimonious hypocrites are likely ready to sell their saintess by now."
"Should we make a move?"
"The enchantress does as she pleases. No one can force her, even if it means her destruction. Let her decide if she's interested. We're not those rigid fossils at the Heaven-Mending Sect."
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Immortal Mountain
"Who would've thought the Lower Realm's Eight Domains could produce such a young prodigy, rivaling those of the Upper Realm?"
"Shi Yi is impressive, but Little Stone—Shi Hao—is no slouch either. He's worth nurturing."
"Qin Yining is close to Shi Yi. Who'd have thought her lineage would rise again? I thought that former saintess of our Immortal Mountain had faded into obscurity."
"When she married Shi Ziling, you old coot opposed it the loudest, wanting to slap the couple dead. Now you're bringing her up?"
"It's proven a wise choice. But her status as his aunt might not be enough."
"Really? She's his aunt. Even without blood ties, that's a bit… unethical."
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In truth, beyond the Heaven-Mending Sect, Heaven-Severing Sect, and Immortal Mountain, many other orthodoxies and sects cast their gazes on Shi Yi. But they dared not compete with true immortal sects and eternal orthodoxies for this coveted prodigy.
As long as Shi Yi didn't fall out with the Heaven-Mending Sect, Heaven-Severing Sect, or Immortal Mountain, his future was boundless. Most would first think to recruit him, not eliminate him.
The logic was simple.
If Shi Yi joined an Upper Realm immortal sect or eternal orthodoxy, he'd be untouchable. No one wanted to openly offend a peerless prodigy.
It was like a scholar in ancient times—lacking real power but untouchable by most. If they passed the imperial exams, they'd become a respected lord.
Shi Yi's talent and potential made him a hot commodity. Unless he went mad and offended every Upper Realm orthodoxy, most would seek to befriend him, not plot his demise.
This wasn't due to the Upper Realm's benevolence—befriending prodigies was just human nature, driven by self-interest.
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Upper Realm, a Land of Scenic Beauty
"He's far stronger than I was at his age. His Ten Heavenly Passages have forged a unique path. But his use of the Heavy Pupils is still raw, far from mastery," a woman with black hair and heterochromatic double pupils mused, lounging on soft, fluffy grass. Her curvaceous figure propped on one hand, she idly swung her bare jade feet, watching Shi Yi with boredom.
Before her floated a transparent water screen, displaying Shi Yi.
Unlike others who only occasionally noticed him, she closely monitored his every move. She could sense the hidden, formidable power of the willow tree behind him.
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Lower Realm, Eight Domains, Barren Domain, Deep Wilderness
Shi Yi clenched his fists, his pupils devoid of emotion. In the next instant, he crushed the miniature adult Pixiu in his hand without hesitation.
This miniature was, of course, the Pixiu's soul.
Body destroyed, soul annihilated.
Thus—
The adult Pixiu was erased from the world. Unless a supreme being fished it from the river of time, it would never rise again.
In truth—
Shi Yi knew the Martial King's Manor was at fault in its feud with the Pixiu. Even in his previous life, there were sayings about sparing cubs and not hunting mother beasts.
It was a rare act of mercy among hunters—and a way to avoid depleting resources.
Killing a young Pixiu, torturing a juvenile beast—it was inherently unjust.
Killing an intelligent being was little different from murder.
But there was no choice.
Enmity had to end. Shi Yi wasn't a saint. He couldn't forgive, nor was he qualified to. All he could do was personally send the three brothers to their end.
This world was survival of the fittest.
Weakness was the greatest sin.
This truth held in any world. The weak were bullied, tormented. Not everyone could wait for justice. Most, when oppressed, could only swallow their blood and broken teeth.
Don't expect fairness—the world was never fair.
All you could do was survive, resiliently.
At the very least, don't give up too easily.
"Bi'an, Yazi—the grudges of the past generation end with me today!" Shi Yi turned, his icy gaze locking onto Bi'an and Yazi, his emotionless pupils glinting with chilling killing intent.
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