Asura Mad Emperor

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Although he didn't know how these scrolls appeared, he consoled himself with the notion that since they had come, he might as well accept them.

He then settled his heart, put aside the doubts in his mind, and looked carefully at the scrolls.@@novelbin@@

At a glance, the carving on the jade bi was lifelike, vivid, as if the actual scenes were unfolding before his eyes.

When he saw the first painting, a solemn expression appeared on Qinchuan's face.

It was because he saw a magnificent and vast tomb engraved on the jade, and although it had been scaled down countless times from the original, Qinchuan recognized at a glance that this was the Immortal Burial Site.

When Qinchuan looked closer, his heart shook violently.

He saw a figure engraved in front of the tomb, holding a long spear, blood staining the heavens, striking towards the Immortal Burial Site.

Wasn't that the scene from when he had forcefully entered the Immortal Burial Site years ago!

"How can this be?"

That year, he had forced his way into the Immortal Burial Site, hoping to retrieve Ling'er's True Spirit, but he could only circle the peripheral area, unable to break through to the Central Area of the Immortal Burial Site regardless of the methods he used. In his fury, the scene depicted on this scroll had occurred.

Why was it carved here? What connection did the carvers of these paintings have with him?

Suppressing the turmoil in his heart, Qinchuan moved forward to continue viewing the next scroll.

Although he was prepared, Qinchuan was still profoundly shaken by the second painting.

The second scroll depicted a young man holding a Demon Spear. The young man's spear was slanted, and although it was merely a carved scroll, it radiated a terrifying Asura Dao Intent, with the killing aura and anger seemingly poised to break through the jade's restraint and burst forth.

On the tip of the spear hung a corpse with circular eyes, a swallow's jaw and tiger's whiskers, the corners of its mouth revealing two sharp fangs.

With such an appearance, it was clearly one of those beings from the Underworld.

And before the man, the spear, and the corpse, stood three others with the same fanged appearance from the Underworld, standing respectfully before him, like children who had done something wrong, offering no hint of dissatisfaction despite one of their kin being slain.

The figures in the carving were as lifelike as if they were alive, and the Red Luan at the side spread its wings, first glancing at the spear-wielding youth in the carving and then curiously staring at Qinchuan, letting out a strange cry, "Aiyaiyai, how does this person look exactly like you?" Its eyes were filled with curiosity, as if asking him what relationship he had with the person in the painting.

Qinchuan, of course, knew what she was thinking and said indifferently, "Because this person is me!" He then didn't speak any further, nor did he offer more explanation.

This left Red Luan quite frustrated, "That's it? You're not going to explain?"

Seeing Qinchuan remaining silent, Red Luan was quite unsatisfied but couldn't do anything about it, and with a belly full of dejection, it flew to the front of the jade bi to closely observe the meaning within this painting.

"Huh, there are words carved here, too!" Red Luan suddenly discovered a few nearly imperceptible characters beside the scrolls, chirping out loud.

"Asura's wrath stains the Netherworld red."

Red Luan read the content of the small characters without understanding their meaning.

Red Luan might not comprehend it, but Qinchuan knew what it meant.

The painting depicted him after his first reincarnation.

In that life, his Asura Path was in its infancy, he was invincible across the Nine Heavens and the earth, his actions brazen and domineering, yet he incurred the wrath of a great power from the Underworld.

That Underworld power had tried to assassinate him several times, but ultimately failed to handle Qinchuan, so in a brutal move, he killed Qinchuan's parents of that life, and abusing his own convenience, went against the Heavenly Dao's will to make the souls of his parents reincarnate in the animal realm.

Enraged, Qinchuan stormed the Underworld, killing from the Bridge of Helplessness to the Judgment Hall, along the Netherworld Road, slaying countless lesser ghosts and numerous rulers of the Underworld, filling the Underworld with rivers of blood.

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Finally, before the Judgment Hall, in front of the three great Ghost Emperors of Qin, Chu, and Song, he ended that being, casting him down into the cycle of Hell to suffer the torment of the eighteen layers forever, only then did he stop.

As these thoughts crossed his mind, Qinchuan suddenly felt a chill down his spine, breaking out into a cold sweat in an instant.

The incidents of when he had forcefully entered the Immortal Burial Site and stained the Underworld red with blood were known to the world, so if someone could enter this place and carve them here, it wouldn't be too surprising.

However, he had never mentioned his cultivation of the Asura Path to anyone, and in the nine cycles of reincarnation refining the Asura Path, he was the only one who knew about it.

But now, it was clearly written here, "Asura's wrath..."

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He did not think it was a coincidence.

Behind it all, there seemed to be an invisible hand manipulating everything about him.

With the intuition of his Asura Emperor Soul that spanned a million years of cultivation level, the owner of this hand might have countless ties to the force that resurrected the Heavenly Dao.

After a long while, Qinchuan composed himself and continued forward.

Having seen the two paintings ahead, Qinchuan had roughly guessed the content of the subsequent ones.

As he continued to look down, sure enough, as he had predicted, the next painting depicted his second cycle of reincarnation.

In that life, the Emperor of the Nine Heavens blocked his path to enlightenment, and the two battled at the pinnacle of the Divine Realm for a full three years. This painting captured the scene of his battle with the Emperor of the Nine Heavens.

He looked on, one after the other.

The third life, the fourth life, all the way to the eighth life, before he finally stopped.

Each life matched his exactly, without the slightest error.

Qinchuan looked up and saw there was one last painting ahead.

"I have gone through nine cycles of reincarnation, and the paintings ahead have accurately depicted my first eight lives without omission. I wonder what this last painting will depict?"

With these thoughts, Qinchuan wandered forward.

The ninth painting caught his eye suddenly.

Before Qinchuan could speak, Red Luan exclaimed, "This... this... isn't this me?"

Qinchuan's brows furrowed tightly as he expanded his Divine Sense and went on full alert.

The first thing one could see in this ninth painting was a towering cliff that pierced the clouds. In the middle part of the cliff, an enormous Red Luan was suspended in front of a cave shimmering with green light.

A youth stood on the back of the Red Luan, stepping forward, ready to enter the cave.

This was the exact scene of Qinchuan entering the cave just moments ago!

The next moment, Qinchuan's eyes focused intently, gazing fixedly at the top of the painting.

Engraved at the top of the painting was the entire Divine Severing Cliff. The cave was located on the lower half of the cliff, and looking up through the clouds, at the very top of the Divine Severing Cliff, a creature with the body of a man and the head of a bull stood above the heavens, its gaze piercing through miles of cloud sea, watching Qinchuan and Red Luan in silence.

"It's... it's him!"

Qinchuan suddenly remembered the creature that had fed him an elixir and helped him reach this cave years ago.

The creature carved on the painting was exactly the same as he remembered.

In that instant, a thought flashed across Qinchuan's mind, as though he had grasped something.

Back then, Qinchuan was but an ordinary mortal who benefited from the elixir given by the creature with a human body and a bull's head, not only allowing him to scale the Divine Severing Cliff but also aiding him on the path of cultivation.

Afterward, he had thought of looking for that person from the past.

But despite searching high and low, consulting ancient books, Qinchuan never found any news of that person. Of course, having undergone nine cycles of reincarnation, Qinchuan had not seen him again; it seemed as if this person had never existed in the world.

Qinchuan once believed that his encounter with this person and being led to the path of cultivation was a stroke of fate from the heavens.

Today, seeing this person again in the mural, Qinchuan was convinced that none of this was a coincidence.

"If I continue upward and reach the summit of this Divine Severing Cliff, might I meet him again?"

The Divine Severing Cliff could stop cultivators from ascending. After Qinchuan had achieved a certain level of cultivation, he had come back to investigate the cliff and discovered that it was actually the dual barriers of the Great Dao and the Heavenly Dao that were stopping cultivators from climbing.

Back then, he had used supreme methods to break the repression of the Great Dao, but at the peak of the cliff, there still remained a natural barrier formed by the Heavenly Dao. Even he, in those days, had not been able to step onto the top of the cliff.

Qinchuan harbored doubts in his heart, pondering over this possibility.