Martial God Asura

Song Changsheng turned his gaze back to the enigmatic depths of space once more. 

Having been to countless hidden realms and remnants, he had seen what others saw, as well as what others had never seen. Very few in the world of cultivation could match his knowledge. 

Yet, he was filled with curiosity and interest about this space. It had been a long time since he had felt such a strong desire to explore. 

Even though he had made an implicit promise with that white-robed woman not to advance further after harvesting the lotus, he still couldn’t bring himself to leave this place. 

He had only found this place recently by coincidence. 

That was bewildering as he had been to all places in the world of cultivation. He couldn’t believe that he had never discovered any clues about this place. 

That suggested that this place had just opened not long ago. 

The value of treasures here surpassed all other places he had previously explored, which was why he remarked that there was still a lot he didn’t know about this world of cultivation.

For now, it looked like this place was likely occupied by one of the Ancient Era’s races.

He also guessed that the white-robed woman was from that Ancient Era’s race. Her choice to intervene during the opening of God’s Era but not enter it was most likely to uphold the dignity of the Ancient Era’s races. 

He could tell that the white-robed woman was extremely powerful. Even he was not confident of defeating her. 

“I wonder if that elder knows about this place,” Song Changsheng wondered. “Chu Xuanyuan, Ox-nosed, if only you two are here.”

Those two fellows used to snatch his treasures, constantly giving him a headache. He used to think that he could monopolize everything once they weren’t around, but ironically, he began to miss them now.

They might just be able to explore this place if the three of them joined hands.

… 

Meanwhile, in the Ninth Galaxy… 

Even a random realm here would have shocked the cultivators of the world of cultivation. 

For instance, there was a beige realm thousands of times larger than Calmlake Upper Realm. Everything in this realm was humongous; the flora and fauna were tens of thousands of times bigger than those commonly seen in the world of cultivation.

The people residing here, even the children, were also hundreds of thousands of meters tall. There were even adults who reached a million meters in height. 

But this was only shocking from an ordinary human’s perspective. It was perfectly normal in their realm. 

What was unusual was how the strongest race of this realm was kneeling in a circle formation. 

“Ah choo!” someone suddenly sneezed.

The tens of millions of giants gathered here trembled. 

At first glance, there appeared to be nothing in the direction they were kneeling, but upon closer look, one could see an extremely small entity no different from a speck of dust. 

That entity was the size of an ordinary human. 

Any other human would have been terrified to face even one of these giants, but this person showed no fear despite being surrounded by tens of millions of giants. 

He leisurely lay on the ground, using a hand as a pillow and the other one as a fan, while shaking his leg casually. 

This was the person whom the giants were kneeling to. Chu Feng and Song Changsheng would have recognized him,

He was Chu Feng’s master, the Ox-nosed Old Daoist.

There was a massive pill cauldron placed next to the Ox-nosed Old Daoist. Flames blazed from the pill cauldron. Massive ant legs were scattered around the pill cauldron, but their heads and bodies were nowhere to be seen. 

“Why are you kneeling? I don’t have enough ingredients for my pills. Go catch more Immemorial Concentration Ants for me,” the Ox-nosed Old Daoist said. 

“Milord, we really can’t find any more,” a thunderous voice reported.

The Ox-nosed Old Daoist’s vision shook with each word the giant spoke. 

“You can’t find any more? Should I use your clansmen for my pill forging instead? Hurry up and find more!” the Ox-nosed Old Daoist ordered with a wave of his sleeves.

The ground violently tremored. Even the Ox-nosed Old Daoist and his huge cauldron were jolted from the ground. 

The giants had quickly scattered in all directions.

The Ox-nosed Old Daoist was unfazed. He waited for the quakes to settle before lying back down on the ground to rest. He rubbed his nose and murmured, “Why did I suddenly sneeze? Is someone missing me? Is it that good disciple of mine?”

His eyes glimmered with expectation when he recalled his disciple.

“My good disciple, you should quickly come here. The Ninth Galaxy is much more fun than the other eight. This is the real world of cultivation.”

… 

Meanwhile, a black turtle was crawling amidst the Ninth Galaxy’s space. 

It was covered in sharp spikes, and its blood-red eyes were filled with a murderous aura. It was a being to be feared. Despite its seemingly slow crawl, it was moving at an incredibly fast speed due to its colossal size. 

How big was the turtle?

It was about the size of the realm Ox-nosed Old Daoist was on. 

This tortoise had a fearsome name in the Ninth Galaxy—the Heaven-devouring Turtle.

There was a realm on the Heaven-devouring Turtle’s shell. It was filled with precious herbs nurtured by the Heaven-devouring Turtle’s bloodline power, which was why all of them gave off a rich medicinal aroma and were overflowing with natural energies.

They were supreme cultivation resources.  

The Heaven-devouring Turtle used these herbs for its cultivation, so anyone who coveted them risked having their entire clan obliterated. 

Yet, there was a palace on the Heaven-devouring Turtle’s shell. On the palace’s highest floor, someone was enjoying a hot pot with the medicinal herbs nourished by the Heaven-devouring Turtle’s bloodline. 

And he only used the highest quality medicinal herbs.

He was none other than Chu Xuanyuan.

He looked out in space while enjoying his hot pot. 

“You’re still in the mood to eat?” someone suddenly reprimanded.

A figure landed on top of the palace—it was Old Ape. 

“Didn’t you say that you sensed an impairment in Feng’er’s bloodline? How can you be so carefree as a father?” Old Ape asked.

“Cultivation is like life. A smooth sailing journey is comfortable, but it won’t temper one’s character. A weak-willed person will never overcome their limits,” Chu Xuanyuan replied. 

“What do you mean by that? Are you saying Feng’er hasn’t suffered enough? Xuanyuan, Feng’er has suffered no less than you. You only had yourself to rely on back then, but it’s different for Feng’er. You could have been his strongest backing, but you left him to his own devices. He is even more pitiful than you. You had no one, but he was abandoned by you,” Old Ape grumbled grudgingly. 

“It’s not the same. I know Feng’er has been through a lot, but it’s not enough for someone of his talent. He has to shatter before he can be born anew. Isn’t that how you and I came by?” Chu Xuanyuan asked. 

Old Ape fell silent. He and Chu Xuanyuan’s fast growth was indeed rooted in the many crises they had overcome. 

“Don’t worry. Feng’er is strong. It’s a matter of time before he breaks free,” Chu Xuanyuan said.

“Haaa! We shouldn’t have come in so early! Not only did we fail to find your father, but we can’t help your child anymore.”

Unwilling to accept this outcome, Old Ape turned around and left. 

Shortly after Old Ape left, unease flickered across Chu Xuanyuan’s eyes as he murmured, “What exactly is that space?”

Even he sensed a whiff of danger from there.