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Chapter 623: The Devil Called Asura!

The infant was seen gathered upon by hundreds of devils of the Shadow Oppression Valley, who slowly ate him up, and that was what piqued the curiosity of the elders. Devils eating devils was something that never occurs, and the exception piqued their curiosity so much that they decided to help the devil that was being eaten. But instead, what they found was a humanoid infant with no eyes, ears, lips, hands, or legs. They had all been gorged up by the brutal devils, and strangely, the infant was able to miraculously survive the encirclement.

The event was enough to shock all of the grand elders. Still, a devil was a devil and should be killed, until the intervention of an ancient monster of the sect who forcibly rose up from a slumber of more than thousands of years, just to declare that the child was now officially part of the Ten Thousand Transformations Sect. He was also named by the ancient monster, and the name was none other than Asura. Asura Hyakimaru!!!

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“Asura Hyakimaru!!! What the hell is he doing here? Hasn’t he never exited the Shadow Oppression Valley for up to a century now?” a disciple asked in shock, and some of the grand elders had their eyebrows dangerously furrowed.

They all, of course, knew well the secret of Asura’s background and the fact that he was different. But he had not been paid much attention by the elders nor the other students because Asura also did not like the company of humans…

Ever since it could hold a weapon and reached the Meteor rank stage, Asura had left the inner sect grounds, his new home being the Shadow Oppression Valley.

He rarely came out at all, and the only way to see him was for the inner sect members to go to the Shadow Oppression Valley, where he would be found doing just one thing!

Slaughtering devils unendingly. He was a madman who had grown from youth doing only a single thing throughout his entire life, and that was killing. No one dared approach Asura, due not only to fear but also to the repulsive aura of death that lingered on his body every time.

He had no friends, no companions, and no hobbies. Never having been caught smiling or laughing, or grinning, or hating. He just existed like some sort of anomaly born just for a single thing…

To kill!

Yet, here he was, interested in the event of an outer sect disciple becoming an inner sect member. Nothing had been worthy of Asura’s attention.

Even the major events of the Ten Thousand Transformations Sect were never attended by Asura, and no elder ever blamed him for it, even if other disciples could be punished for not attending…

Now the elders’ plan had been thwarted. The person they wanted to fight Zeras last wasn’t Asura, yet they knew better than to tell the young man to leave. So they all could only remain silent and watch on with curiosity…

‘If he dies, we can simply blame it on what type of person Asura is, and the sect won’t be at fault. Asura is the perfect opponent to help wipe the shame that we have suffered today!’ the elders thought to themselves as they looked on with curiosity, the silence in the arena stage as Zeras and Asura stared at each other, both holding listless expressions on their faces…

“Bring out your sword,” Asura broke the silence first, as Zeras looked at the young man silently. From Asura, he could see something strange. Something he had only seen in the body of someone. And that person was none other than Iruma Nasgara, the entity behind the brain of the Chaos Devourer System.

The young man radiated the same aura as that hateful bastard. The aura that revealed they were not from his cosmos, Takamahagara, and most likely from that cosmos…

‘This is the first time I have been faced with someone with this aura. I feel like it is Iruma himself that is standing before me, in all his malevolence and grace. I can see that traitor in him. Iruma, Iruma, Iruma!!!!!’ Zeras thought in his head as he looked into the clouds, his eyes flashing an otherworldly light…

‘Oh ye stars, hide your lights, let not light see my darkest desires…’ Zeras sang the small rhyme that he had formed when he had almost died to the second tribulation of the Angered Star God Body. It was a night where he had seen his own life flash before his eyes, and that had awakened in him a new deep desire…

And slowly, the entire world started darkening as deep dark clouds appeared all over the tournament stage, blocking even the tiniest drop of sun rays as the place was reduced to pitch-black darkness.

But they were all powerful cultivators, and the darkness still couldn’t impede their vision…

“DESOLATE STAR RING! OPEN!!!”

“ANGERED STAR GOD RING! OPEN!!!”

“CONGLOMERATION OF SOUL STARS! OPEN!!!”

“HEAVENLY PUNISHMENT LIGHTNING RUINS! OPEN!!!”

Under Zeras’s commands, every grand elder present in the arena jumped to their feet in shock as a phantasmal level of energy rippled outwards from Zeras, bearing so much power that the law of creation around him was forcefully fractured into nothing, wiped out of existence, and then something unfolded…

Something that could be quantified by some of the elders, yet was seemingly beyond!

What is the want for a power that is beyond, and where does it lead to?

Zeras was given the answer during his last heavenly punishment:

“To chase power is to walk the path of a demon. Yet to leave the chasing of power, and to lay down one’s sword, is to walk the path of a Buddha. Humanity lies on the precipice of these two paths. Even though the heavens opened up three paths, it only accepts two from all its creatures…

And that was the path of tethering, which is humanity, and the path of laying down everything, which is that of a Buddha. Yet, Zeras chose a singular path…