There is Always War X

That was where the jade memory ended, and when Han Xuanyuan's vision returned to reality, he could see Yu Nanyang and Han Wutian worriedly staring at him.

"Grandpa, I don't know if you will believe me, but I think I received an inheritance."

He slowly told Han Wutian, using a small voice, to not attract too much concern from him.

"An inheritance? Tell me more about it, Yuan'er." Han Wutian responded patiently and awaited Han Xuanyuan's explanation.

"The Martial Asura Emperor appeared, and the whole universe turned gray, he imparted the Asura God Art unto me."

Han Xuanyuan still could not speak freely, as he did not want to accidentally attract Han Wutian's ire. He still knew too little about this world.

But before Han Wutian could answer, Nanyang butted in and spoke in excitement.

"Asura God Art? Isn't that the mythical Butcher Emperor's ultimate technique? The one solution for dealing with aliens and traitors alike? That's fucking awesome, Xuanyuan!"

"Nanyang is right, whether the Three Religions can be ousted will depend heavily on your cultivation of this method, Xuanyuan."

Han Wutian added as he nodded his head, a smile crossing his face as he closed in his eyes in relief.

"Why must it depend on my cultivation? You two aren't crippled yet, so why must I take it all upon my shoulders? Come, let me teach you…"

Xuanyuan said this with a stern expression and monotone voice, but upon hearing this, Nanyang was full of disbelief.

"But this is your opportunity, how can you share it with us?" Nanyang asked skeptically.

Xuanyuan could not suppress his excitement any longer, so he flashed Nanyang a huge grin before replying.

"Wars are fought by armies, not by a single soldier. With this, we will have three armies."

~~~

Same time, Central Continent, Church of the Blazing Titan Headquarters, Pope's Office.

A man with long, light blue hair stood in front of the desk in the middle of the room. He was wearing crimson robes laced in gold, and a beautiful, intricately designed, flowing golden tiara crowned his head.

"Han Huang, you have turned your eyes too many times, do you know how much pressure the Godclan has me under?"

He angrily spoke to a man sitting on the high-backed chair, facing away from the blue-haired man. The man was staring out of the window at the back of the room at the horizon, where a pair of magnificent blue suns were setting a brilliant purple sunset.

The man did not turn around, nor did he say anything.

Seeing his silence, the blue-haired man raised his voice, intending to let him have a piece of his mind.

"Han Huang, don't forget you're also a trait-"

But before the last word could leave his mouth, a devastating pressure sent him crashing onto the ground on all fours. Splattering dark blue blood as the force ripped apart the carpet, he felt his whole body being crushed by a parade of elephants.

The man in the chair finally got up, his bright silvery hair glistening despite the lack of an apparent light source in the now slowly dimming room.

Wearing black robes with silvery organic patterns embroidered from one side to another in a soothingly asymmetrical manner.

"Leng Buzhen, even the patriarchs of the Godclans must treat me with respect, who are you to be shouting at a Multiverse level powerhouse like myself?"

"Just who gave you the permission to doubt my actions? To question my loyalties, are you so tired of living?"

His voice was calm, yet it resounded thunderously throughout the room, rattling Leng Buzhen's brain like a bat smashed across his ear, sending rueful vibrations down his skull.

He dispersed the pressure as his hands made their way to his back, remaining firmly clasped there as he walked to the windowsill, staring intently at the sunset. Meanwhile, Leng Buzhen got up and fixed his appearance with a silent snap of his fingers.

"I apologize for my transgression, Lord Han."

He spoke with fear as sweat dripped onto the carpet when he bowed.

"Now you make me feel as though I lost a friend."

It was Han Huang's only response, as he only shook his head in disapproval.

But a crackling sound spread across the room before he could even settle and tell Leng Buzhen not to worry about it. As Han Huang turned around to address the stimulus, he saw a dark purple vortex spinning open to reveal a portal.

From the swirling whirlpool of dense spatial energy, a pair of feet emerged, and within the next breath, two more pairs made their way out and in front of the desk, opposite Leng Buzhen and Han Huang.

"Envoys from the Godclans, how may I be of your service today?"

Han Huang put his hand over his chest and bent slightly to give a small bow to the three creatures.

From the Blazing Titan, Tidal Nexus, and Umbral Elf clans, the three creatures possessed textbook characteristics of the Godkin.

Around them, floated nine large and thick black scrolls, three behind the back of each.

"Han Huang, the patriarchs have returned the final verdict."

The one in red was direct, and its booming voice stained with the slightest shade of disdain and arrogance fully displayed its youth and hot bloodedness.

Seeing its companion act out of order already, the one in blue took over and tried to disperse the spark of tension.

"For the crime of abstaining from taking action against the heretic Han Wutian, you are to be arrested and detained in the Cemetery of Gods for two hundred years."

It tried its best to maintain a neutral and emotionless voice but failed miserably and when Han Huang narrowed his eyes and furrowed his brows in displeasure, the Umbral Elf took the memo and stepped in.

"The ancestors have signed these nine Weapon Prohibition Orders. Come with us without making a fuss and you will not be bound. Do not make this more difficult than it has to be, you know the patriarchs have a soft spot for you. These two hundred years will pass in the blink of an eye."

As it spoke, the nine scrolls behind them opened to reveal twenty-seven large characters, written aggressively in thick strokes they expressed a sanity-draining sense of domination, but Han Huang only scoffed.

"Sending you juniors, have the patriarchs forgotten that I have already Cut my Path?"

He did not take their words to heart and only waved his hand before their faces, causing them to fall to the ground, unconscious.

He snapped his fingers loudly and their bodies floated behind him while the nine scrolls closed themselves and, with a flick of his finger, made their way to his mind-space.

"Keep an eye on my father, make sure he doesn't die." He said to Leng Buzhen, who stared at the whole scene with a dumbfounded and gaping open mouth.

With these words out of his mouth, he stepped into the portal, taking the three Godkin with him.

~~~

In the past fifty years, Han Xuanyuan had been travelling around the Southern Continent, becoming a source of panic, havoc, chaos, and despair throughout the lands.

Wherever he went, seas of blood flowed and the souls of the masses cried out in desperate wails, only to be drowned by the screams of the more recently killed.

Committing genocide against those who openly stood under the banner of the Three Religions, and selectively murdering those who provided their covert support.

Throughout these years, Han Xuanyuan's cultivation improved at a pace that left the so called 'geniuses' of his generation, mere children in the Profound Realm, far behind in the dust.

Catching up in terms of cultivation base with the 'elder brothers and sisters' of the previous generation. Using their fame to rise up to a position where only the 'uncles and aunts generation' of the Celestial Realm could keep up with him.

But for how much longer?

Ever since he opened his Linghun Aperture, the world had become a whetstone for him.

Breaking out of the Genesis Realm was only a matter of time, and the Primordial Realm could not hinder him in the slightest either.

Within a year he had climbed up to equal the Firmament Realm, with only a Profound Realm equivalent of cultivation.

The Spiritual Path called to him like the south pole of a magnet to the north.

The two were simply perfect for each other, and through their consummation the Premier Metamorphosis Realm was achieved.

Splicing the Connate, Transforming the Acquired, and Manifesting the Ethereal, he produced a never before seen record.

Crossing the Nuclear Realm equivalent of the Spiritual Path within three years, he used the souls of entire sects and dynasties to fuel his cultivation.

Slaughtering millennia old powers to skyrocket his power, and fighting against the world to shatter the heavens and perfect his cultivation.

The Skyless Sword Art had reached the Fourth Form already and Han Xuanyuan had learned the method of the False Sky so that nobody under the Celestial Realm was his match.

He annihilated the heartblood of the ruling factions by slaying their geniuses.

He cut off their futures, ended the prospects of the traitors, and brought peace to his ancestors.

His Entity had Emerged, and then the Cardinality was awakened. Primality had been attributed, and the Ancients were satisfied. He had completed his Utmost Metamorphosis and was prepared for Ascension.

With a cultivation equal to the Firmament Unity realm, he could finally fight against Nebula Realm experts by crossing six major realms.

But of course, smooth sailing is not the name of the game.

~~~

"Han Huang, you asked us for one hundred years, but Han Wutian is still roaming the lands and causing nigh irreparable damage. What is the meaning of this?"

A stunning woman in tight blue robes with a gorgeous appearance, black hair, full lips, breathtakingly beautiful bright red eyes and a figure to die for.

She was the Holy Mother of the Tidal Nexus Temple and a figure equal to Leng Buzhen—At the peak of the Semiverse Realm.

Yet she could speak to Han Huang with such blatant disregard and disrespect, it could only mean one thing, and indeed it was.

The previously shining silver hair was now a dead gray, and the simply divine handsomeness of the original Han Huang was nowhere to be found.

His appearance was in utter disarray, his face dusty with soot and his clothes torn. But what was even more pitiful was on his hands, the thumbs from both his hands had been cut off and nine, thick, heavy chains bound him from all places.

They were not tied to anything, but the restrictions they placed upon him were disastrous.

"Do you really expect me to kill my own father?"

His voice was hoarse, but it still contained an undeniable air of superiority, which helped penetrate his assertiveness deep within the people present.

"You killed your father a long time ago, Han Huang, what lives now is nothing but an empty husk of his former self. Don't be so hypocritical."

The woman that spoke out this time was the First Tribute, the leader of the Umbral Cult. She was an equally marvelous specimen, with bright white hair and a face that could send the average man to death with a single glance.

Her voice was unintentionally seductive, and it roused a deep-seated anger within Han Huang when paired with her poor choice of words.

"Do not push me, He Ran, I may have fallen to the 1st rank of the Universe Realm, but I still have far more power than all of you combined."

"The more you remind us, the less worried we become, Han Huang, but since you are so concerned and clearly feel cornered, we might as well reveal our hands."

Leng Buzhen, who once would not have dared to breathe without Han Huang's permission now mocked him openly, waving his arm he produced a vial of bright, flamingly orange blood.

Seeing this, Han Huang's pupils shot to pinpricks and his fist was tightly clenched.

"See this? This is Blazing Titan Blood Essence. Bestowed upon me by the Godclan's ancestor himself. Come on now, everybody, show him yours as well."

He spoke disdainfully as he got up from his seat and walked over to the end of the table towards Han Huang.

"You underestimate him too much Leng Buzhen, but you are right, this hypocritical son of a bitch is just a declawed lion now. Not somebody we have to fear anymore."

The Holy Mother spoke out teasingly as she, alongside the ten others in the room, waved their hands simultaneously to reveal similar vials filled with either bright orange, dark purple, or grayish green blood.

"Hahaha," Han Huang let out a defeated laugh as he sunk back into his chair.

"Since you all are so capable, why don't you go kill Han Wutian yourselves?"

"Aha, you still don't understand, do you? It's an order from up above, you have to be the one doing it."

Leng Buzhen spoke as he sat on the table right in front of Han Huang.

The First Tribute spoke out, trying to deter Han Huang from trying anything stupid by 'sweetening the deal' for him.

"Perhaps if you can perform satisfactorily, the Godclans will remove the Weapon Prohibition Orders from you…"

~~~

Three days later, Southern Continent, East Sea Sect

The mountain range was vast to a degree where a mortal would find it to be simply boundless, covering one end of the horizon to the other. Not even the sky was spared, as the mountains completely covered the entire region, leaving behind only the sea to its west.

And one hell of a sea it was. Its depth unknown even to the flood dragons living within it, this heavenly body of water stretched on seemingly endlessly.

An area so grandiose, the power owning it was surely no pushover, and pushover it was not.

With over a dozen Quasar Realm ancestors and nearly a hundred Black Hole Realm elders, this East Sea Sect was considered a ruling faction in the entire Southern Continent.

A branch of the Four Seas Sect, a behemoth even when all five continents were put together, it was overseen by a Galaxy Realm old monster that had lived for countless years.

While Han Wutian was having a little 'chat' with the elderly man. Yu Nanyang, now stably sitting at the peak of the Star Cluster Realm, helped Han Xuanyuan manage the endless torrent of evil energy produced from the practice of the Asura God Art.

Han Xuanyuan's Upanishad Formation now extended to fifty discs and was a colossal structure that blocked out the piercing light of the twin suns.

Sitting atop it in a cross-legged position, he vigorously refined all the dark red evil energies draining out onto the Upanishad Formation. Nanyang ensured none of it spilled and condensed it into a liquefied form to make it easier for Xuanyuan to absorb.

Soon, the rate of increase in volume of evil energies was so high that neither Nanyang nor Xuanyuan could keep up in terms of consumption, and the only thing to attempt now was a breakthrough.

'The first cycle is of Spiritual Bombardment, this is by far the easiest of all tribulations across the Four Paths,' he thought as he recalled the cultivation information of the Asura God Art.

It provided a detailed explanation of the entire cultivation journey, starting from the Genesis Realm all the way up to a level which Han Xuanyuan was not even qualified to think about yet. Hence, the memories of those sections were sealed.

For now, he could only review up to the peak of the Empyreal Realm, the next super realm after the Ascension Realm and the equivalent super realm of the Stelliferous Realm. This is the parent realm of the Star Field to Multiverse Realms.

And as his thoughts glazed through the procedure once more, dark clouds of Heavenly Tribulation gathered in the sky.

He performed the instructed circulations of Spiritual Energy, and a bolt of lightning fell down straight upon his head.

Facing worldly tribulations in cultivation is often misunderstood.

Heaven does not go against the cultivation of mortals with bad intentions.

Rather, it is the mortal who ignorantly provokes heaven, hence citing the anger of the world and being struck down by unreasonable punishments.

The true method of cultivation, one lost in time, the art of the ancients, requires the cultivator to form an understanding with heaven, to seek the permission of the world and achieve success in cultivation in harmony with nature.

To summon the Heavenly Tribulation Clouds and then perform the proper set of spiritual circulations, it is like dialing a phone number, you type the digits of the person you wish to call.

Reaching the wrong number, of course you will have to listen to the angry slurs and name-calling of the other party, who asked you to ruin their fun time?

And so when Han Xuanyuan dialled the right number, the First Spiritual Tribulation confirmation lightning dropped to ascertain his position and begin the assessment procedure.

With a deafening bang and a blindingly bright flash of white light, a sphere of chaotic and simply explosive spiritual power boiled the very space of the first layer and reached the deep-space.

Making its way down to Han Xuanyuan, it vaporized the evil energies in its way and established contact with Xuanyuan's scalp.