CHAPTER 135:A Good Show Debuts! Rise From Now On!

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The night cloaked the world in darkness as the wind screamed across the mountains like a warning long forgotten by man. Thick storm-laden clouds swallowed the moonlight whole, casting the forest below into a suffocating abyss of black. The only sounds were the ceaseless rustle of wind threading through ravines and the intermittent, bone-chilling howls of wolves or beasts whose names had long been lost to civilization.

"Father...!"

"Mother...!"

"Little Sister! Where are you!"

Shen Lian's voice tore through the endless night as he stumbled through the labyrinth of gnarled trees and thick undergrowth, each step slow and desperate. His flashlight sputtered against the oppressive dark, its faint beam barely cutting through the void, like a dying firefly in the jaws of a storm. His cries echoed endlessly, swallowed by the forest that stretched beyond comprehension.

His entire body was soaked in cold sweat, chilled to the bone, every joint aching from fatigue. His stomach churned from hunger, his throat was raw from screaming, and the sharp pain radiating from countless cuts and bruises reminded him he had long since passed the limits of his endurance. His clothes were in tatters, caked in layers of mud and dried blood. Hours had passed—perhaps longer—since he last saw another soul, the occasional hikers and travelers from earlier now nothing more than ghosts lost to the darkness. Silence pressed in from all sides, heavy and unrelenting.

He knew he had gone too far from the path. He had wandered deep into the wild heart of the mountains, into a place untouched by roads or rescue, and the growing weight of dread pressing against his chest told him there would be no one coming.

That was when he saw them—faint glimmers of green light flickering between the trees, eerily steady and far too symmetrical. Pairs of glowing eyes locked onto his every movement from the shadows.

Wolves. Predators born of instinct, hunger, and the deep silence of the woods.

They were already circling.

And Shen Lian, with legs heavy and breath faltering, knew that if he fell now—if exhaustion claimed him at this moment—his body would be torn apart within minutes, scattered bones buried beneath claw and fang.

"I need to hide... now...!"

His voice barely escaped his lips, strangled by panic as his gaze darted ahead and fixed on a narrow cave opening in the rocks just beyond the slope. Without a second thought, he turned and sprinted, adrenaline cutting through the haze of fatigue like a whip. The wolves howled behind him, no longer silent. They had seen. They had chosen.

The forest exploded into chaos.

Shen Lian pushed forward, his lungs burning as sharp stones tore into his feet and thorny vines lashed at his legs, opening wounds that bled freely. His trousers were soaked with crimson, the scent only driving the beasts into a frenzy. But he didn't falter. He couldn't. His mind screamed one truth over and over again:

I have to live.

His parents were waiting for him. His little sister needed him. He had been accepted into university—he had a future, a life, a world that was only just beginning.

In one final, desperate act, Shen Lian hurled himself forward, diving into the jagged cave entrance just as the lead wolf lunged, its snapping jaws grazing his heel by inches. He tumbled inside, battered and scraped by the sharp rock walls, but safe—at least for the moment.

The wolves skidded to a stop at the narrow mouth of the cave, snarling with eyes aflame, their white fangs gleaming in the dark. But they could not enter. The space was too narrow.

Shen Lian collapsed against the cold stone wall, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, the pain and fear crashing down on him in waves.

And then the ground beneath his foot gave way.

A whisper of loose stone, a sudden tilt of gravity, and the earth swallowed him whole.

His scream echoed through the cavern, torn from his lungs as he fell into the black abyss. Wind roared past his ears, darkness spun around him. And yet—through instinct or desperation—he clung tightly to the red admission letter he had gripped since the beginning.

That single slip of paper, soaked and creased, was the last tether to the life he had known.

And then—

Silence.

The first image vanished.

But across the heavens, those watching the All-Heaven Golden List did not move. They didn't speak. They barely breathed.

The past year had seemed peaceful on the surface, but beneath it simmered a thousand hidden currents. Everyone could feel it, even if none dared to say it aloud.

Who could they speak to?

What words were left?

The narration rose again, slow and gravelly, like the grind of ancient bronze mirrors being turned toward the light.

"In times of false peace, storms rise. When heroes gallop across the chaos, who dares claim supremacy under heaven?"

A second scene unfurled like a thunderclap.

The strongest cultivators in the heavens—those who had long become accustomed to the rhythms of the Golden List—sat upright in an instant, their expressions shifting. This was no ordinary introduction. This was the true beginning. The stage had been set.

A good show was about to begin.

Shen Lian's eyelids twitched. Then his eyes snapped open.

And what he saw was something no human from Earth could comprehend.

Above the horizon soared a colossal, ominous bird, its wings stretching across hundreds of meters, blotting out the sky like a god's shadow. It moved like a living tempest, each flap of its wings slicing through the heavens. Cyan feathers shimmered like blades of divine steel, cleaving ancient trees like twigs and shearing off entire mountain peaks as though slicing tofu with a sword.

In one motion, its molten-metal talons pierced downward, seizing a monstrous black-and-white python whose armored scales gleamed like obsidian. The python coiled and struggled, its body spanning a hundred meters, but it might as well have been a worm in the bird's grasp.

Deeper within the wilderness, the waters of a still pool were shattered as an enormous golden crocodile surfaced. It was impossibly vast—its body stretching over a hundred meters, plated in radiant golden scales that reflected the faint light like a mirror of war. Along its back, a line of razor-sharp bone spurs rose like a fortified wall, each spur as tall as a grown man. Its tail lashed behind it with explosive force, splintering stone into dust.

It dragged its mountainous bulk onto the shore with regal slowness—unthreatened, undisturbed.

And then—thunder.

Heavy, rhythmic booms rolled through the trees like war drums.

Shen Lian's heart seized. He dropped to a crouch behind a boulder, peering cautiously through a crack.

From between the trees emerged a behemoth.

A jet-black ape, its height rising to five hundred zhang, loomed like a mobile fortress of muscle and steel. Its fur bristled outward in needle-like spikes, each strand glinting like iron in the sparse light. And most terrifying of all—it had eight arms.

Each arm bulged with power, thick enough to crush mountains in a single blow. Crimson eyes blazed from its face, twin millstones glowing with cold rage. It stared down the golden crocodile with unblinking intensity.

Then it roared.

The world shook.

The roar shattered the silence of the land, a tsunami of sound that sent birds fleeing in terror—some dying mid-flight from the sheer force of the soundwave. Shen Lian's hands clamped over his ears, but it was useless. The noise tunneled straight into his bones. His vision blurred. His mind went blank.

And the ape charged.

With earth-shattering steps, it launched at the golden crocodile. One black arm swung wide and smashed down, crushing the crocodile's skull with a boom that echoed across the range. Blood splashed across the stones in vivid arcs.

The massive beast groaned, dazed—but it was too late. The ape seized its head, dragged the crocodile's giant body like a rag doll, and disappeared into the forest's depths.

The land trembled.

The sky quivered.

And then the world opened wider.

From the mist and foliage emerged even more nightmarish creatures, each one reshaping the very meaning of power and scale.

A tiger with wings leapt into the sky, its claws stepping on clouds of fire, each breath devouring the air and leaving visible rifts in the heavens behind it.

A horde of cyan-haired mammoths stormed through the forest, their every step a quake, their tusks shining like lunar scimitars long enough to skewer entire cities.

Far beyond them, a massive ancient blue ox roared and charged, shattering an entire mountain ridge in a single blow.

These beasts breathed typhoons and shattered continents. Their howls toppled peaks. Their movements cracked the bones of the earth itself.

Shen Lian stared. Words abandoned him.

He no longer knew what to think, what to say, or even how to react.

His soul screamed one impossible question:

Where... am I?

This wasn't Earth. This wasn't reality.

This was a realm where beasts defied gravity, where titans roamed without predators, where survival was dictated not by reason or civilization—but by raw, unstoppable strength.

And he, Shen Lian, was nothing more than a mortal speck in a world carved by gods and monsters.

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