Asura Mad Emperor

"What!?" As Qinchuan moved through the void, suddenly, his whole body bristled with goosebumps as he sensed an extremely dangerous presence. He had traversed nine eras, breached the Underworld, and set foot in the Divine Court, encountering countless dangers, few of which could stir the waters of his heart. Qinchuan's eyes blazed with intense light, piercing through the void, and in the next instant, his expression drastically changed. "That is—" "A headless ancient corpse?!" Qinchuan was utterly shocked, his face revealing an astonished expression. He saw that the headless ancient corpse, previously suspended at the peak of the city, had now passed through the bronze door and appeared at the foot of the demon mountain. It launched a terrifying beam of divine light, shooting toward Qinchuan. This presence was overwhelmingly vast, as if a divine peak was pressing down, clouds above the blue sky scattering away, and all beings below the earth submitting. Everyone felt as if their spirits were about to be sucked away by this divine light, captivated and awestruck, unable to resist the urge to kneel and submit. Even the Netherworld Saintess and the Pixiu were equally shaken by this frightful presence, stopping in their tracks far away, not daring to advance even half a step, fearing to be affected by the surging divine intent. And Qinchuan, the focus of that divine light, bore an even greater pressure than the rest, with the formidable aura pressing over his head. He felt as if thirty-three heavens were weighing down on his shoulders, his legs trembling, yet he stood proud, clenching his teeth and facing the beam of divine light head-on. This headless ancient corpse was a descendant of the ancient gods, and although it had only one-tenth of the bloodline, it must still have been dominant in its own right; otherwise, it wouldn't have been possible for someone to behead it and seal it for eons. Fortunately, it had been sealed for hundreds of millions of years, with its divine power long since weakened, otherwise, with its might, it could have annihilated everyone in the flick of a finger. The beam of divine light tore through heaven and earth, moving at incredible speed, and it was about to pierce right through Qinchuan. As if moved by some supernatural force, Qinchuan suddenly raised the jade box he held in his arms, protecting his front. "Sss!" Just as everyone thought Qinchuan was about to be pierced by that beam of divine light, they saw the divine intent released by the headless ancient corpse strike the jade box, making a faint sound. Then. As the unrivaled divine brilliance hit the jade box, ripples of Dao magic spread across the surface of the box. And that beam of divine brilliance was actually absorbed by the jade box, disappearing without a trace. Immediately afterwards. The resplendent jade box suddenly radiated bright light, its surface shimmering with divine glow, with divine decrees winding and flowing on it—beautiful to behold. After a while of luminous movement, the jade box opened by itself. Then, a crystal ball the size of a fist slowly rose from within and floated out. "Is this the Spiritual Treasure?" "How can it be a crystal ball?" All eyes converged on this pure white crystal ball, curiosity flashing in their gaze. Qinchuan stretched out his palm and grabbed the crystal ball. The moment his palm touched the crystal ball, his whole body shook. Qinchuan felt an immense will surge from the crystal ball into his mind. In this moment. Qinchuan felt his divine sense expand infinitely, vast and serene. Or perhaps, this entire world became as small as a mustard seed space, all under Qinchuan's divine sense. With one glance, he could clearly see the grasslands where they had passed, as the Yin Spirits they had destroyed began to slowly congregate again. The endless expanse of desert, beneath the yellow sand, had ant caves crisscrossing in all directions, organized and extensive, and he could clearly feel the demonic ants bustling through the tunnels below. In the central area, the city had been destroyed, headless ancient corpses came rampaging along, and the once impregnable city walls had actually been toppled by them. The growth of vegetation, the gentle flow of water, everything in this world was within Qinchuan's grasp. "This is—" "Could this actually be the crystal core of this world?" Qinchuan was suddenly struck with realization, utterly astounded. Qinchuan understood that it was not his Divine Sense that could blanket the entire world, but rather it was the crystal ball in his hand that was the core of this world. Everything he had seen and heard was due to the crystal ball's records. With the ball in his hand, the mists around him were heavy, as if he was plunged into the river of time, boundless and desolate, glowing all over, incredibly sacred and mysterious. At this moment, he was immersed in an indescribably profound sensation, seemingly becoming the sovereign of this world, with the entire Spirit Martial Secret Realm in the palm of his hand. This instant, Qinchuan's long-dormant Emperor Soul began to slowly awaken under the guidance of the vast and majestic world force. As the Emperor Soul awakened, the Black Lotus in his sea of consciousness continually sank and rotated. The black petals unfurled, and from within the Black Lotus surged out divine powers like those of grand undertakings, a force akin to the creation of heaven and earth. A rich Dao aura gushed from the Black Lotus. In the outside world, countless Dao and magic flowed into him from his forehead, ceaselessly refining his physical body, and the Innate True Qi within him was undergoing earthshaking changes. The Innate True Qi entered the Black Lotus and then began to pour out an immense force of Dharma strength. That was Innate Dharma strength! At the same time, his aura kept soaring. As the Emperor Soul awakened, it also drove the ascension of his realm, breaking through the limits of a Martial Artist, beginning to step into the realm of Cultivators. "He is breaking through!" The aura emanating from Qinchuan was rising rapidly, startling everyone. "This child already possesses such terrifying combat power in the Spirit Martial Realm; if we let him break through, how fearsome might he become?" "No, we can't let him break through; we must strangle him in the cradle!" At this moment, this thought simultaneously surfaced in the minds of those from Netherworld Hall. Xiao Fengyu, Dun Kong, and others who held the same thought aimed to snatch the Spiritual Treasure and had already offended Qinchuan. If they didn't remove him now, they feared endless troubles in the future. "Kill this child, we cannot let him take the Spiritual Treasure!" Finally, at this moment, someone roared in anger. At this moment, everyone sprang into action. "Kill!" The Netherworld Saintess, Netherworld Hall's cohorts, Xiao Fengyu, Dun Kong, Ye Ruyu, and even the Pixiu group charged into the skies, Dao magic dancing, Divine Skills being unleashed. At this time, the bronze door was fully open, and Ju Ling and Ju Li of the Titan Ancestral Tribe were the first to step through the door, reaching the summit of the mountain in a few strides. Under the command of the Netherworld Saintess, they swung their fists the size of hills and ferociously smashed them towards Qinchuan. At this instant, his physical body erupted, Divine Skills exploded, the heavens and earth changed color, demonic peaks trembled violently, clouds were scattered, ravines flowed in reverse, and blood flowed backward. "Hmph, courting death!" Qinchuan let out a cold snort; his aura continued to soar. The injuries he had sustained from his previous battle with the Netherworld Saintess and the Pixiu were completely healed by the tempering of the Innate Dharma strength, and his entire body became crystal clear and as pure as jade. All the impurities in his body had been swept clean, his white robe flapping in the wind, standing above the void with a cold expression, his blood-red eyes radiating the rampant will of Asura. The tangible blood-red intent to kill burst forth, dyeing the entire sky red. The world, already like a Human Purgatory, now at this very moment, became even more terrifying, turning into Asura Purgatory. He looked indifferently at the people before him, his gaze domineering and all-encompassing, as if he were looking at a pitiful group of ants.