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The night was as dark as ink, with sparse stars scattered across the sky. Deep within the dense forest, an eerie silence enveloped the surroundings, occasionally broken by the distant calls of night birds.
Chen Moxuan looked at the recently found Lian Ma and slowly took out a black bead from his sleeve. The bead emitted a dim glow, as if it could swallow all surrounding light.
He gently held the bead and closed his eyes in concentration. Moments later, when he opened his eyes again, his face had undergone a startling transformation. He had transformed into the mysterious old man who had previously granted Lian Ma power!
Chen Moxuan stepped slowly out of the woods, his footsteps crisp and clear.
Lian Ma turned around warily.
A shadow emerged from the trees, gradually revealing Chen Moxuan's figure.
Lian Ma stared in astonishment at this scene, his legs trembling uncontrollably as if he might collapse to the ground.
However, Chen Moxuan seemed to have anticipated his reaction; he gently raised his hand, and a warm force supported Lian Ma, steadying him.
"Do not be afraid, child," Yan Wang—or Chen Moxuan—spoke in that familiar yet strange voice. "Tonight, I have something to give you."
As he spoke, he took out a seemingly ordinary yet ancient-looking dagger from his Na Ring.
This dagger, meticulously carved from an unknown vertebra, had a broken blade but still retained a crimson hue that seemed alive, as if it were breathing.
"This has accompanied me for hundreds of years," Chen Moxuan said softly, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes as he caressed it. "It has witnessed countless battles; with every swing, I could feel its anger and desire."
"But strangely enough," he continued, "despite my countless efforts to heal it, it has never fully mended. Eventually, I realized it was not meant for me. Today, I am giving it to you because I believe you are more suited for it."
"Rest assured, this is not a broken weapon; it will gradually restore itself," Chen Moxuan added with a kind smile.
Listening to Chen Moxuan's words, Lian Ma felt a mix of confusion and awe swelling within him. He had never seen such a peculiar weapon and never imagined he would be fortunate enough to receive such a treasure.
"This dagger is called the Soul Devourer," Chen Moxuan continued. "It is not forged from ordinary iron but is made from the spine of an ancient ferocious beast. It possesses its own will; only those who are truly strong can harness its power."
The old man sought to awaken its full potential through constant battles and bloodshed, but perhaps he had been too merciful, failing to satisfy its thirst.
At this moment, Chen Moxuan's gaze suddenly deepened as he looked at Lian Ma, as if trying to see right through him. "Lian Ma, I can see that you harbor intense anger and resentment within you. This Soul Devourer may find its true home in your hands."
With that, Chen Moxuan gently presented the blade before Lian Ma. Trembling, Lian Ma accepted it, a chilling yet fiery sensation coursing through his body as if a multitude of voices echoed in his mind. It was the whisper of the Soul Devourer, expressing its desire for battle.
"Thank you for your kindness, King of Hell," Lian Ma said, looking up at Chen Moxuan with confusion in his eyes. "Why do you help me so? Also, I can't shake the feeling that there is some kind of threat approaching from afar. What could it be?"
Chen Moxuan smiled slightly, a smile that held both relief and anticipation. "As for why I help you, perhaps it is because I see your indomitable spirit and resilience within. Or perhaps it is due to some subtle connection between us."
He paused, his tone growing serious. "Regarding the threat you sense, it is not unfounded. When I saved you, I caused a small change in your body. Moreover, your bloodline is not ordinary; your frail physique is not entirely natural. In fact, it is precisely because of your bloodline that you are so weak."
"Your blood flows with an extraordinary lineage—the rare source of power from the Asura Clan. And this power is what the Asura King covets. He targets you because your existence threatens his status and plans."
Upon hearing this, Lian Ma felt a whirlwind of confusion rise within him like leaves caught in a storm. He stared blankly at Chen Moxuan; in the Asura Clan, power and status stemmed from personal strength—nobility of bloodline was never a measure of worth. Each Asura King was born from countless life-and-death struggles, recognized as the strongest by the clan.
So what kind of bloodline did he possess to attract the attention of the Asura King? "King of Hell, I truly do not understand," Lian Ma's voice trembled slightly as he struggled to clear his thoughts. "In the Asura Clan, we do not value bloodlines; we only recognize strength."
Every Asura King ascends to that position based on strength; why should I be the exception?
Chen Moxuan noticed that he truly believed it, and a faint smile appeared on his lips. He could indeed sense a powerful force within Lian Ma's body, but claiming that he posed a threat to the New Shura King's position was clearly impossible. Even with Chen Moxuan's assistance through the Blood Emperor's methods to enhance Lian Ma's physique, the gap in their strengths was too vast. Therefore, there was no real threat to his status; this was merely a fabrication he needed to guide this young man.
Chen Moxuan sighed and looked at Lian Ma with gentle eyes, as if he could see into every corner of his heart.
"Child, you are right; the Asura Clan does indeed value strength above all else, but that does not mean the power of bloodlines is nonexistent. Your bloodline is an ancient and rare force. It may have faded from the memories of the Asura Clan's history, but in certain ancient texts and legends, it is still regarded as something taboo.
The healing I provided has certainly restored some of your basic abilities, but the source of that astonishing power you can unleash in a short time does not come solely from me. It lies dormant within you, waiting to be awakened. What I have done is merely open the door at the right moment."
Chen Moxuan's words carried a hint of anticipation. "The power within you is innate; it is intricately connected to your body and even your soul. It is the true source of your strength."
Lian Ma quickly asked, "Lord Yanwang, how should I understand this power? How can I harness it?"
Chen Moxuan smiled slightly; Lian Ma's thirst for power was exactly what he needed! After pondering for a moment about how to explain understanding this power, Chen Moxuan continued, "Perhaps you can find clues in the history of the Asura Clan. Those ancient legends, forgotten texts, and even some oral traditions may hold secrets about your bloodline.
But this will require you to seek them out. However, I think you should first resolve those troubles that are pursuing you."
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