From the Heavens Descended an Immortal Sister

Chapter 71: Chapter 70: Chaotic World, Asura Gate_1

"What does that mean? Cultivation?"

Fang Ren frowned as he looked at the tiny Qianye on the table.

Qianye nodded vigorously, then ran to another blank space on the table. From the grey halo above its head, another branch sprouted, carving four characters onto the table: Shortcut to Strength.

"Cultivating this will make me become strong quickly?" Fang Ren was startled,

"Heh-ha!"

Qianye nodded emphatically and began to carve a few more words onto the table, namely: Killing Frenzy, Return to the True Self, and Supreme Detachment.

"What do all these mean?"

Fang Ren was stunned.

Seeing the blank expression on his face, Qianye quickly hopped onto Fang Ren's head. Its wooden round face suddenly puffed up as if it was holding its breath, then it let out a heavy exhale.

Humm—

The grey halo above its head suddenly expanded, enlarging to a diameter of one meter. Slowly, the grey halo began to fall from atop its head, until it reached the ground around Fang Ren's feet, transforming into a grey cylindrical barrier that enveloped him completely.

Whoosh—

Fang Ren only felt a wave of dizziness wash over his brain, and when he reopened his eyes, he found himself surrounded by chaos, a jumble of colors blending together. They constantly devoured each other in an endless cycle, without ever showing signs of merging.

With a glance, there was no heaven or earth, no sun, moon, or stars, and no boundaries.

"This is..."

Fang Ren found himself floating in the midst of chaos, unable to move his body in this space, nor did he feel any force present.

Fang Ren tried to move but realized he could go nowhere.

"Qianye?" he called out.

But then he discovered he could not make a sound after opening his mouth.

Is there no medium for sound transmission here?

Fang Ren was puzzled for a moment, but then why could he breathe? There should be air.

After a few seconds of confusion, he called out again with his mind.

"Qian—ye—"

Boom—

A thunderous boom resounded throughout the world, causing Fang Ren to instinctively cover his ears, but he found that even with his ears covered, he couldn't stop the sound from entering his nerves.

"Is this... my voice?"

Fang Ren was dumbfounded.

As his voice echoed, the multicolored world began to twist together frantically at an incredibly fast pace.

The colors started to weave and devour each other, leading to a violent change. After a long while, all the colors turned into a mass of grey, and apart from the grey, everything else was pitch black.

Fang Ren stared blankly, completely clueless about the situation.

Gradually, under his gaze, a sprout emerged from the mass of grey light. The sprout was completely grey, covered in various patterns, similar to those on Qianye's body.

Giggle-giggle-giggle—

The grey sprout started to grow, its roots devouring the mass of grey light, and the main trunk began to grow rapidly, sprouting many branches. The small sprout had already grown to the size of a small tree, but it continued to grow.

Two meters, ten meters, twenty meters, fifty meters...

As the light faded, Fang Ren's gaze became distant.

At that moment, in his consciousness, a series of hair-raising voices bombarded his brain. The voices screamed and howled, piercingly sharp, more like demons than human cries.

Fang Ren instinctively covered his ears, feeling as if his brain would be penetrated by the noise. However, the sound originated from his consciousness, and no matter how he covered his ears, he couldn't block it out.

Before him was a blood-red world, with blood flowing like rivers and seas, the sun hanging high but without light. Above the crimson seas, the carcasses of various creatures writhed, countless and endless, as if alive, constantly slaughtering and devouring each other... The image was extremely gory.

The howling of the wraiths in his ears grew louder and more numerous, the noise directly causing his spirit to tremble. It was the oppression from the killing of billions, a fear beyond all else.

Just as his spirit was about to descend into madness, the gore-filled scenery abruptly stopped, and then, lines of text began to float before his eyes.

Biting down on his teeth, Fang Ren was immensely shaken inside, "Is this the Asura Path?"

He lifted his head to read the floating text. Although it was still somewhat twisted and contorted, this time he could recognize all the characters.

"The Path of Asura begins with the cultivation of the heart through slaughter, traversing endless killing challenges to reach the state of 'No Self, No Sentiment'..."

"Followed by refining the fruit of the path with blood and desire, 'Return to the True Self', finding a hint of compassion, to reach the state of 'True Self, True Sentiment'..."

"Finally, the backlash against the spirit, annihilating the self to enter the Peak, stepping onto the supreme path of killing, to the state of 'Ultimate Severance of Sentiment'..."

Reading these three sections, Fang Ren vaguely understood that this was perhaps the so-called Asura Path, with its three realms.

This Taoist principle seemed extremely brutal.

But right now, he didn't care about that at all. All he cared about was how to quickly improve his cultivation level to do whatever he wanted, rather than being squeezed by the world's rules at every turn, slaughtered by the private desires of officials.

Looking at the simple first two sentences of the Asura Path, Fang Ren felt it didn't matter; as long as he could become stronger, that was all that mattered.

But the last sentence of the third line made him hesitate.

Ultimate Severance of Sentiment?

If he really became emotionless, wouldn't Qing'er cry her heart out?

As he hesitated, the three lines of text before him suddenly vanished, and a new line appeared: "To tread the Asura Path, one must first descend into Purgatory!"

After reading it, Fang Ren woke from his consciousness and looked at Xiao Qianye standing sternly at his feet, finally understanding what the little guy had been trying to tell him earlier. It was a warning of the perilous journey ahead, of becoming dispassionate and heartless.

"Is this the only way for me to cultivate the fastest right now?" Fang Ren asked, seated on a tree trunk looking at the little one.

Munch munch—

Xiao Qianye nodded seriously.

"Ultimate Severance of Sentiment... does that mean cutting off all emotions and desires?" Fang Ren asked.

The little one nodded again.

"But if I sever all emotions and desires, wouldn't it be meaningless if I don't love Qing'er anymore?"

The little one thought for a moment, then took his hand and wrote three characters with its spherical body: "Cultivate Second Realm."

"But can only cultivating to the second realm get me to the Chongshan Realm within two years?" Fang Ren asked.

Xiao Qianye confidently thumped its little spherical chest with its arm and wrote on Fang Ren's hand: Can.

"Then I won't worry about it anymore."

Saying that, Fang Ren began to fly into the gateway, directly entering the vortex of the stone gate.

Xiao Qianye stood outside the gate, blinked its eyes, and soon a line of text appeared over its head:

[The Asura exists in heaven but is not the god of heaven, possessing God's Power but lacking a heart of sentiment, hating all living beings, lost in search for something, falling into slaughter... a lonely and incomplete god.]

Xiao Qianye saw this line of text, immediately jumped up and tore it to shreds, and ate each character into its belly.