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Chen Mo listened and said, "The rest you will need to find out for yourself. I can only see your unique bloodline, but much more depends on your own search."
Che Ma nodded firmly.
As he watched Chen Mo's figure gradually disappear into the night, Che Ma began to ponder what he should do next. The Asura Clan, a race that revered strength above all, seemed to regard history as mere dust beneath the feet of the powerful, unworthy of mention. Most of their history had already turned to dust and been forgotten.
But at that moment, he recalled a tribe within the Asura Clan that was considered an anomaly—the Kuanglan Tribe. This group, referred to by outsiders as a gathering of madmen, claimed to be able to connect with the spirit of the Asura God, even though for most members of the Asura Clan, the Asura God was merely an abstract concept. Yet it was this tribe that preserved the vast majority of the legends and ancient wisdom of the Asura Clan.
Most importantly, the Kuanglan Tribe was an existence that even the Asura King regarded with caution. If they held the answers he sought, it would be an opportunity for him.
With this thought in mind, Che Ma made a swift decision to head towards the Kuanglan Tribe.
Days later, Che Ma set off on his journey to the Kuanglan Tribe. As he approached the edge of the Asura Clan's territory, the environment grew increasingly harsh. The sky was shrouded in thick clouds, blocking out any light, and an oppressive and uneasy atmosphere hung in the air.
The surrounding mountains loomed like the fangs of a giant beast—steep and treacherous—seeming ready to collapse at any moment and swallow everything whole. Che Ma navigated through narrow valleys where the ground was littered with rubble and thorns, making each step exceptionally difficult.
Deep within the valley, low rumblings echoed intermittently, sending chills down his spine. A cold wind howled through the valley, carrying a biting chill that felt as if it could penetrate his very bones.
Despite this, Che Ma gripped his Soul Devourer tightly, his gaze resolutely searching for any signs. He had heard others say that the Kuanglan Tribe lay hidden in some corner of this abyss.
As he ventured deeper, the surroundings grew increasingly bizarre. Dim fog began to swirl around him, obscuring his vision and dulling his sense of direction.
This is bad!!
Che Ma thought to himself with unease as a sense of foreboding spread like ice along his spine.
He felt as if he had fallen into a trap; the mist surrounding him was not merely a product of his own making. It felt more like a deceptive poison, quietly eroding his senses. His mind began to spin, thoughts wrapped in a thick veil, growing sluggish and hazy.
At that moment, a large group of individuals from the Asura Clan, their faces adorned with black patterns, emerged from all directions. They appeared silently, like ghosts, within Che Ma's line of sight. The eyes of these Asura Clan members were hollow and strange, as if driven by some unknown force, approaching Che Ma without any defenses.
Che Ma struggled to maintain his clarity, but the scene before him grew increasingly indistinct. Just as he was about to close his eyes, a large hand reached toward his face, fingers entwined with black vines that exuded a suffocating chill.
Meanwhile, Chen Moxuan hid in the shadows, witnessing Che Ma being silently taken away by the group of Asura Clan members with black patterns on their faces. He did not act recklessly but chose to follow closely behind. From start to finish, Chen Moxuan had no intention of intervening; if Che Ma died, it would indicate a flaw in his judgment. A person who could easily fall during their growth was not fit for the Hell Path.
As the group descended deeper into the valley, the surrounding light dimmed further until they were completely engulfed in darkness. Relying on his keen senses, Chen Moxuan navigated the rugged mountain path. He did not know how long it had been when a faint glimmer of light appeared ahead, guiding him to a spacious cave entrance.
Upon entering the cave, an enormous statue came into view—it was the legendary Asura Statue. Towering several dozen feet high and carved from an unknown black stone, it emitted a ghostly blue light that appeared particularly mysterious in the dim environment. The image of the Asura God was terrifying; its eyes were tightly shut as if trapped in an endless dream. Its hands were clenched into fists resting on its chest, seemingly gathering destructive power.
Numerous lifelike black vines coiled around its body, resembling those that had reached out toward Che Ma earlier, emanating an ominous aura. At the base of the statue lay several ancient Rune Stones scattered about, each radiating a faint glow.
As Chen Moxuan surveyed his surroundings, a low and eerie chant echoed from deep within the cave. The sound seemed to transcend the boundaries of time and space, striking at the very core of his being, compelling him to quicken his pace into the unknown depths.
After taking only a few steps, Chen Moxuan suddenly halted. He stood frozen in place, his expression shifting rapidly as an indescribable sense of dread surged within him. He realized that he was being influenced by this mysterious force.
Though he had no intention of delving deeper into the cave, with the resonance of that deep chant, his body inexplicably yearned to move forward, even igniting an impulse to kneel in reverence. This sensation set off alarm bells in his mind, making him acutely aware that the figure of the Asura God was not to be trifled with.
Taking a deep breath, Chen Moxuan forced himself to steady his thoughts, secretly astonished by the Asura God’s uncanny power. He was certain that this Asura God, or whatever entity lay behind it, possessed formidable strength—at least on par with Tiger Brother, if not even more powerful.
Just then, the situation took a sudden turn. Chen Moxuan's gaze pierced through the dim light and fell upon Che Ma, who was bound tightly and secured to a platform, slowly being lifted toward the statue of the Asura God. It was clear that he was being offered as a sacrifice to this enigmatic deity.
At that moment, an incredibly authoritative voice resonated in his ears, seemingly penetrating through Chen Moxuan's mental defenses.
"This is your chosen piece; I have captured him now. If you wish for him to live, how about making a deal with me?"
The voice was deep and powerful, carrying an undeniable weight of authority.
"Who are you?" Chen Moxuan demanded.
"I am the Asura God; you may also refer to me as the First Generation Asura King."
A chill ran down Chen Moxuan's spine; this was undoubtedly an ancient being.
"Are you still alive?" he asked.
"I exist within the statue," came the reply.
Hearing this, Chen Moxuan felt a wave of relief wash over him. "It seems there's little difference between that and being dead. If you want me to resurrect you, I have no means to do so."
"No, I do not wish for you to resurrect me; I simply do not want the Asura Clan to become impure."
Chen Moxuan quickly adjusted his mindset and inquired, "What kind of deal are you proposing? Please elaborate."
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