Chapter 257: The Past and Present of the Asura Realm

Meng Su and Ye Baiyi looked at the world before them with curiosity; it was filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers, a lush green expanse. Although it lacked the ethereal Immortal Qi of the Immortal Realm, it was not the gloomy, blood-soaked place they had imagined.

"Is this the Asura Realm? It seems about the same as the Demon Realm, doesn't it? Don't Asuras like living in dark, dreary worlds? It feels like a miniature version of the Demon Realm here," Meng Su said, looking around with curiosity.

Beneath their feet was green grass, just as it had been in the Demon Realm before it was damaged, and they were surrounded by a forest of tall trees; even the plant species were similar to those in the Demon Realm. In the distance, the faint cries of wild beasts could be heard. Sunlight filtered through the branches and leaves onto the ground, forming mottled light and shadows, with thin dust dancing in the sunbeams.

The years were peaceful.

Ye Baiyi also looked around curiously and muttered to himself, "So the legends are true; the Asura Realm really is a part of the Demon Realm."

Meng Su kicked Ye Baiyi in the backside and asked, "You brat still have secrets? Speak quickly. If you hide anything, I'll give you to the Asuras as a son-in-law and see how many nights your scrawny frame can handle."

"Is that any way to ask a question? At the very least, you should call me 'Brother'. And you kicked me, so I'm ignoring you. Let you worry yourself to death." Ye Baiyi rolled his eyes, looking like a dead pig that didn't fear boiling water.

"Damn, feeling itchy? Yaya, take out Dad's Immortal Binding Rope and tie this brat up. Once we find those Asuras with horns on their heads, we'll sell him for candy."

"Alrighty." Yaya began to pretend to search her person for the Immortal Binding Rope, fully cooperating with Meng Su's intimidation.

"You're a child, how can you learn to be bad from that old rascal? Fine, fine, I'll tell you; this was never a secret to begin with." Ye Baiyi waved his hands and said hurriedly.

Ten thousand years ago, the Demon Realm and the Asura Realm were one. At that time, Demon Realm cultivators could advance to the Supreme Realm, so there were many Supremes back then. It wasn't until the Immortal Demon War that the Immortal Venerable unleashed a heaven-shaking, earth-shattering sword strike. This strike exceeded the Supreme Power and directly split the Demon Realm in two, separating the Asura Realm from the Demon Realm.

After the two realms were separated, the laws of the Demon Realm became incomplete, leading to the fact that no more Supremes were born in the Demon Realm for the next several thousand years. The Immortal Venerable had exhausted his Source Power for that strike and, by forcibly using Immortal Power, suffered severe injuries, passing away after returning. However, this battle bought the Immortal Realm seven or eight thousand years of peace; without new Supremes, the Demon Realm no longer had the ability to challenge the Immortal Realm.

It could be said that the Asura Realm is actually the Demon Realm. Asuras are also demons.

Hearing Ye Baiyi's explanation, Meng Su finally understood why the two realms were so similar, but since the Asura Realm had been independent for thousands of years, the three of them had no idea which races or factions were on it.

"We should go catch an Asura to ask; that way, we'll know the ins and outs of the Asura Realm," Meng Su suggested.

"That's what I was thinking too," Ye Baiyi echoed.

The three began to fly through the forest. After the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, Meng Su saw a large road running north-south, paved with gravel and wide enough for four carriages to travel side-by-side. It must be a main artery connecting two important cities; as long as they followed this road, they would surely find a place with people.

The three landed on the road and stood in the middle, hesitating, not knowing which direction to take. Meng Su looked at Ye Baiyi with an inquiring gaze, and Ye Baiyi shrugged, indicating he didn't know.

Then let's draw lots.

Meng Su grabbed Yaya, placed her on the road, and began to spin her.

Yaya stretched out her little legs and shouted, "Is there any adult who treats a child like this? I'm going to tell Mommy."

Yaya's little belly pressed against the ground, and then her small body began to spin. As it turned out, Yaya's head was facing east. Meng Su was dumbfounded.

Do it again; this didn't count as drawing lots. The Asura Realm roulette started spinning again. This time, Yaya exerted effort to turn herself so her head faced north. The drawing of lots was complete, and Yaya pointed out the direction for everyone.

Meng Su pulled Yaya up from the ground and dusted her off. The three headed north.

Two days later, they discovered villages and towns along the road. Meng Su happily entered a town, wanting to find someone to ask about the situation.

What was eerie was that in such a large town, there wasn't a single person. It was a ghost town.

Meng Su checked around; even the poorest households still had leftover grain, and there were large rice paddies outside with rice that was about to ripen. Clearly, this wasn't a flight from famine. Since it wasn't a flight from famine, they must have been forcibly evicted.

This situation usually happened in times of war, with the conscription of laborers to build fortifications. Could it be that a war was about to break out nearby?

Helpless, the three could only continue moving forward.

After walking for half a day, they finally heard the sound of human voices.

The three hurried forward. At this point, the road took a turn, and countless people appeared before them.

On the wide road, old and young lined up for over ten miles, walking slowly toward the north. These people were covered in the dust of the road and exhausted. Some had bloodstains on their faces from whip lashes, though they had already scabbed over. There were even children; the slightly older ones were held by the hands of adults, dragging their little legs along with difficulty, while even smaller ones were carried in the arms of adults, swaying with every step as they walked forward numbly.

This is conscripting laborers? Even children?

Just as Meng Su was filled with confusion, two riders appeared rapidly before him.

The two riders were a man and a woman. The man looked completely miserable, as if he hadn't slept for days and nights, with dark circles under his eyes like a panda.

The woman was about twenty-one or twenty-two, or perhaps even younger. Her eyebrows were slanted upward, and her eyes were wide open, looking as if she found no one pleasing to the eye, or perhaps she was troubled by a woman's physiological cycle, appearing irritable and impatient.

However, when the woman saw Ye Baiyi, her sharp face revealed a pleasant surprise. She turned to the miserable-looking man and said, "Brother Yuan, this person seems to be a cultivator. That's great, the mission is complete."

Judging by their auras, the man and woman should both be in the Moshinjing, and the man seemed to be at the Demon God Peak.

Ye Baiyi had already advanced to the Demon Saint realm, while Meng Su and Yaya could not be sensed for any realm from their auras; they were just two mortals.

"Hey, you in the white clothes, come over here and let this young lady take a look. Which sect are you from?" the woman said, looking at Ye Baiyi.

Ye Baiyi was stunned, unable to figure out why this woman was only staring at him. He pointed at his own nose, asking in disbelief, "Is the young lady talking to me?"

With a "snap," the whip in the woman's hand created a sonic boom in the air and lashed out at Ye Baiyi.

Ye Baiyi was furious and was about to counterattack when he heard Meng Su's voice: "Don't resist, let's see what they want to do."

With a "snap," the woman's whip struck Ye Baiyi's face. To Ye Baiyi, this amount of force was equivalent to nothing more than a bug crawling across his face.

"Answer whatever this lady asks. Don't you dare pretend; if you annoy me, I'll whip you to death," the woman cursed irritably.

This sudden sound of the whip startled a child being held in someone's arms.

The child was shocked, then opened its little mouth and began to wail.

"Damn it, what are you crying for? Are you mourning the dead?" The woman turned back and whipped the child.

When the child's mother saw the woman's whip, she hurriedly hid the child behind her back, and the whip struck the child's mother in the face.

The child's mother looked to be about twenty-one or twenty-two, quite delicate and petite. Her face was cut by the whip, and in a short while, fresh blood from the mother's face dripped onto the child's face.

Mother and child share a heart; the child seemed to feel the mother's pain and stopped crying.