Hey, Where's My Rebellious Bone

Little Li was also pondering this problem.

To stay within the Celestial City Realm, he had to escape that rift. If he were truly sucked into it, even though the projection of the Heavenly Fate Artifact couldn’t suppress him, its power was still beyond his ability to resist.

That thing was essentially a portal leading to the outside world.

But the projection of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths was not only vast but also shifted with the flow of spiritual consciousness.

In short,

he was like the Monkey King trapped under the Five-Finger Mountain...

"Maybe I should find a way to break through the Rivers and Mountains Scroll."

Just as he was deep in thought, ripples of moonlight carried a message—Ying Bing was speaking to him through the Shared Moonlight connection.

"Earlier, I managed to tear a small opening in the projection, but it’s still not enough for you to escape. However, if you start from there, it’ll be much easier."

"But how do I break the projection of the Rivers and Mountains Scroll?"

Li Mo’s true spirit felt a hint of exhaustion.

After all, the Somersault Cloud couldn’t be used indefinitely without limits. If he kept fleeing like this, he’d eventually be caught.

He had to act fast.

"Perhaps I could use—"

Woo woo—

Before Ying Bing’s thoughts could fully reach him, a mournful wind howled through the sea of blood, like the wails of vengeful spirits.

"Damn it, why did it cut off at such a critical moment?!"

Li Mo clenched his fist but didn’t attempt to reconnect the Shared Moonlight link, not wanting to distract the ice block.

"Little Li, you’re a well-known genius."

"You’ll figure something out."

Li Mo racked his brain, steering the Somersault Cloud toward the rift while guiding it toward the opening. At the same time, he rummaged through his belongings for anything that might be useful.

Naturally, what he pulled out were spatial storage items.

For convenience, he had sorted his rewards into different spatial containers.

"Thunderfire Pills? These pack a punch, but I don’t have many left..."

"Old Huang’s assortment of bottles and jars... Can a Heavenly Fate Artifact even be poisoned?"

"Indestructible Vajra Body... Just being tough probably won’t cut it."

Li Mo fell into deep thought as the rift behind him drew closer—and so did the opening where the moonlight shone through.

That opening was no larger than a thumb.

Unfortunately, Li Mo’s Seventy-Two Transformations didn’t include turning into a fly.

After reviewing his options, he finally picked up the hammer treasure.

The Slaughter Hammer of Humanity...

Would its power be enough?

With his current physique, the hammer treasure, and a perfected hammer technique,

he still seemed insignificant before the Heavenly Fate Artifact.

"Stop running. There’s no escape." The voice from the great sun spoke again, now tinged with impatience.

"Then stop chasing me!"

"You stop running first."

"You stop chasing first!"

Li Mo wondered if the spiritual consciousness would slip up in its anger.

The great sun fell silent for a moment, observing him, fully aware of Li Mo’s subtle movements as he quietly gripped the hammer and gathered his strength.

It said coldly,

"I advise you to surrender."

"This rift involves the Great Dao of Space. If you stir up chaos and trigger a spatial collapse, even a Sixth Realm expert would be skinned alive."

"Spatial collapse..."

A flash of inspiration struck the young genius.

Why were spatial storage items so valuable?

Because they could only be created in two ways.

First, they formed naturally in the world, when precious materials were caught in a spatial upheaval and, over countless years, developed layered spaces within.

Second, they could be crafted by Seventh Realm experts proficient in spatial laws.

Spatial storage items were incredibly durable and released tremendous energy when destroyed—but destroying them was nearly impossible.

But what if...

"What happens if you put one spatial storage item inside another?"

Action was the only way to test the truth.

The moment the idea came to him, Li Mo acted. He emptied the contents of a batch of spatial rings into his system space,

then placed one spatial ring inside a spatial vial...

"Huh?"

A ring was ejected. The spiritual consciousness within the great sun was puzzled.

Was this a bribe?

Was this how you tested an artifact’s resolve?

"Why did Young Hero Li suddenly take out a ring?"

"Look, that seems to be a spatial ring... and it looks... off."

"Wait, was that bottle he just put it in also a spatial storage item?"

As the crowd stared in stunned silence—

Zzzzt—

The ring collapsed, shrinking into a profound black dot. It seemed infinitely vast within, yet infinitely small to the naked eye.

The void shattered.

As a hidden weapon, a ring could easily be dodged by even a Blood Qi Realm cultivator.

But if it hit, even a Dharma Body Realm expert wouldn’t withstand it.

The black dot collided with the rift, the two intertwining and churning the surrounding light and shadow into chaos, rapidly expanding.

"Not enough!"

"Li Mo, what are you doing?!"

Li Mo ignored the voice and expressionlessly tossed out more containers—jars, gourds, pouches—dozens of them.

Wait, where did he get so many spatial storage items?

BOOM!

The chaos was like oil meeting fire—utter darkness at its core, yet bursting with kaleidoscopic lightning.

The voice from the great sun roared in fury, taking action to suppress the spatial turbulence.

"Just a little more..."

Li Mo tightened his grip on the hammer treasure.

While holding it, he hadn’t been idle.

Through the Slaughter Hammer of Humanity, he sensed countless weapons—some belonging to familiar faces like Dong Ernui, others wielded by unknown blade hunters, even farmers toiling in the fields...

Every weapon’s owner felt the resonance.

"My sword... has gained sentience?"

Dong Ernui had just led a group of blade hunters in subduing a crocodile-shaped demon.

Then he noticed his sword trembling uncontrollably in his hand.

As if answering a call.

A call to stand unwavering.

"Little Li..."

Dong Ernui seemed to understand something. With a loud laugh, he raised his sword to the heavens.

He wasn’t alone.

A tide of collective will surged forth, converging into the Meteorite Hammer of Tribulation, igniting the flames of karma and the embers of fallen stars.

BOOM—

The hammer treasure struck the opening with immense force.

Within it was the unyielding resilience of those who had survived in the Celestial City.

It couldn’t shake the Rivers and Mountains Scroll, but it shattered the fragile balance within the spatial upheaval.

Crack—

The illusory-yet-real projection of the Rivers and Mountains Scroll suddenly resembled a mirror riddled with fractures.

The projection was torn apart by a force of the same origin.

"It’s broken?"

"Putting spatial storage items inside each other... That’s just obscenely rich."

"Is he really a genius?"