Chapter 240: Offering a Blazing Flame to the Creator of the Improper Person!

"Asura..."

"They softly called this ancient and mysterious name; hearing it, it sounded like a person's name, and also like a group's name... and they were using it to address you."

"Asura... am I?"

"Your limited consciousness cannot understand the hidden meaning in these words, nor can you respond to them; you just blankly float before them."

"You are the forty-ninth to break through to Golden Immortal, thereby activating your bloodline as an Asura; the last bold breakthrough was... or was it tens of primordial meetings ago?"

"They felt deeply moved, and couldn't help praising you: This is what an Asura is! Unafraid of heaven, unafraid of earth, even knowing there is a heavenly tribulation, they still dare to face difficulties head-on."

"Child, your father feels relieved for you!"

"Father?"

"You continue to float blankly."

"It seems they haven't communicated with anyone for a long time; upon seeing you, this bold child, they couldn't help opening up: 'We Asuras must be brave in fighting heaven and earth, our spirit never subdued by any difficulty!'"

"The Demon Race and the Wu Clan boast of being strong and brave, the Human Race even claims to be the heaven-ordained protagonist, yet when faced with the cataclysm of heaven and earth's destruction, this bunch of alien races actually fled like timid mice—truly laughable! shameful!"

"They disparagingly belittled the various great clans of the past, mocking their cowardice and fearfulness."

"But then the tone shifted: 'Unlike our Asura Clan, everyone dares to resist the apocalypse of heaven and earth, willing to sacrifice their lives and never give up; we are the most loyal tribe to the primordial wilderness!'"

"You:..."

"Even though you have lost most of your consciousness, after hearing their impassioned speech, you inexplicably feel hard to bear..."

"What does it mean to would rather fill one's life to guard heaven and earth? This... do folks have a choice..."

"Perhaps they also felt they had blown a bit too much, so they coughed and said seriously: 'Our Asura Clan has always been about advancing toward death to live; the more desperate the situation, the stronger we must become!'"

"The traps of Mount Buzhou only ensnare those cowards immersed in fantasy; impractical escape can never solve problems, so I do not feel regret for their deaths."

"If you don't kill, you're not an Asura! If you're not brave, you're not an Asura!"

"Only those who have killed enough, overcome the temptation of fantasy, and dare to break through the Golden Immortal realm are qualified to survive!"

"Obviously, child, you have proven yourself!"

"Being able to cultivate to Golden Immortal shows you have killed enough; being able to cultivate to Golden Immortal shows you have overcome fantasy and escape; being able to cultivate to Golden Immortal shows you dare to challenge the impossible, certain-death task!"

"Congratulations, my child! You are the forty-ninth true Asura! As a reward, I will send you to the grand stage of the 'Eternal Primordial', where you will join your brothers and sisters to demonstrate your strength to those cowardly alien races!"

"Asura, is the strongest!"

"Their impassioned fervor makes people instinctively feel exhilarated: after all, this is praise from the Creator; proving oneself through effort before the Creator is the highest honor and reward!"

"But, you are the exception..."

"Your Golden Immortal cultivation is not purely formed from acquired spiritual energy; even if your bloodline is aroused and your consciousness affected, you will not be overly stirred by their words, remaining relatively calm."

"Moreover, with the memories of three lifetimes, you clearly know how much fresh blood flows in their offhand words!"

"Ordinary people desperately exist on this abandoned land, suffering in life and death; they fare poorly in life and become food after death, the consumable among consumables."

"Cultivators are forced to consume humans to practice immortality; even if they know it's wrong, they have no choice... thus they can only, driven by the most sincere kindness, choose to escape: once they become a True Immortal of Longevity, they will not linger for a moment, rushing to the Immortal Realm to pursue that dreamlike 'Immortal Realm'."

"Don't they all know that the 'Immortal Realm' has a problem?"

"No, no immortal is a fool; they simply wish to believe in that single thread of hope, a hope of no longer consuming humans, even though the 'Immortal Realm' has always been a one-way trip, even though a little thought shows the 'Immortal Realm' cannot have infinite resources..."

"But they are also willing to believe that even if it's fake, it doesn't matter: if it's real, everyone rejoices; if it's fake, it just pays for their lives! That's all."

"They aren't brave?"

"No, nobody is braver than them! Knowing there are tigers in the mountain, they still go toward the tiger mountain; every immortal who eagerly rushes to the 'Immortal Realm' is the bravest of people!"

"And since the bravest people all die in the 'Immortal Realm', what exactly is this so-called 'test' of theirs selecting?"

"It is obviously nothing less than the finest of the fine!"

"They must eat humans in the mortal world, all the way up to Golden Immortal; even if they know they're wrong, know they should go to the 'Immortal Realm' to gamble life and death, they dare not gamble, only daring to wield their knives at the weak, ruthlessly squeezing the last drop of fat from the barren land..."

"Is this what an Asura is? Is this the mighty race they place high hopes in, capable of challenging the three great races of Wu, Demon, and Human?"

"Laughable! Sad! Pitiful! Lamentable!"

"If you were still lucid, you would probably already be pointing at this heaven-defying Creator and cursing them out!"

"However, even if you are now somewhat muddled, the last trace of consciousness also shows agitated anger."

"And they only thought you were happy, excited..."

"Very good!"

"They laughed and said: 'Go to the the the Zixiao Palace in Heaven Beyond Heaven; the entrance to the Eternal Primordial is inside the palace.'"

"Saying that, they blew a breath, using the 'Breath of the Sage', you slowly floated up to the higher starry sky; far away, you saw that 'Small World' attached to the membrane of heaven and earth."

"Although called a 'Small World', it is actually quite large; in the mythic era of old, it was not smaller than a barren land, but now the Primordial Wilderness has expanded unknownfold, making it appear small in comparison..."

"You can faintly see, within 'Heaven Beyond Heaven', a point of splendid purple; observing its outline, it seems to be a palace, obviously that is the legendary 'the the Zixiao Palace' where the Dao Ancestor once lectured, and inside the palace is the entrance to the 'Eternal Primordial' you have long yearned for."

"As long as you pass through, you can reach another 'Primordial' of the Eternal Flourishing Age, where everything one could desire exists: precious natural treasures, myriad races, orderly governance of the Heavenly Court, eternal innate Six Sages..."

"You can personally see the mythical legends that exist only in your parents' mouths: the Six Sages, the Great Teaching, the Heavenly Court, the Human Race, the Demon Race, the Wu Clan, Jin Bing, the Mysterious Capital... all the beautiful legendary beings, objects, and scenes will truly exist alongside you in the same heaven and earth."

"You will gain a vaster space for development, see unheard-of new people and things, participate in their lives, and leave your own mark..."

"But, you also glanced downward."

"Your gaze passed over the dazzling stars of the firmament, taking in that ancient, ruined, soon-to-perish Primordial World; it is material, real, existent."

"All the myths you know happened here, but great as it is, it now remains silent, awaiting its own demise..."

"You 'see' the tottering Mount Buzhou, you 'see' the Five Regions and Four Seas covered in wounds... moreover, you 'see' the people struggling in despair, whether mortal or immortal."

"Destruction extends from heaven and earth to living beings; on the dead land, the dead live..."

"They are still alive, but they are already dead! Dead by their obsession!"

"Brave? Asura?"

"No, you only saw people for whom life is worse than death; they are not any kind of Asura, nor are they born with any mission."

"But they are indeed brave, whether immortal or mortal, for living here in itself is a kind of bravery; only the cowardly would flee alone to another world..."

"I, do I want to be a coward?"

You, half-asleep and half-awake, ask yourself such a question.

But this needs no thought, for you had already figured out the answer and given your reply.

And now, you need to answer once more, in the most direct way, with the most cathartic means!

You decisively turn your head, gazing at that blood-colored figure...

Huh?

They look over doubtfully, seemingly puzzled: "Why haven't you left yet? I've shown you the way!"

You cannot answer Their question with words, only silently say: "Father, this is my gift!"

What gift?

A seven-colored little bird suddenly appears, and lightly flies around you a few times.

They furrow their brows: "This Asura seems a bit off..."

The bird cries out in your stead.

It cries: "Offer a burst of flame to the Creator who is not human!"

Boom!!!

A fiery red sun explodes violently, in Their shocked gaze, letting the immobile Them take a big hit!

In the sky, a second sun appears!

The River of the Underworld bears the brunt, instantly blown apart in confusion and astonishment; the purple giant shadow pinned by Them also suffers collateral damage in a bewildered expression, both are blown away together!

Laojun: Child, I have no objection.

Ding! You died, the wrong choice led to a wrong ending... You unintentionally awakened the Asura bloodline and invited heavenly tribulation, finally getting to meet the great Creator of the Asura race!

From Their mouth, you learn your true identity: originally, there are no humans left in the world, and you are not a discarded tribe, but a brave and brutal Asura tribe!

The Creator imposed a trial upon you, to select truly brave Asuras... You passed the trial and became an Asura recognized by Them!

But obviously, you don't buy Their account, nor do you accept Their twisted reasoning!

Thus, you choose to abandon your great future, and with a backhand you hurl a burst of flame at Their face!

Father, this trifling concern, please accept it!

(End of chapter)