Chapter 203 If Heaven had not given birth to me, the Asura King, the perfect world would have remained in perpetual darkness!
His current condition is ten times worse than it was in the mine.
In order to pass through the abandoned passage filled with the power of spatial strangulation, he even went so far as to self-destruct an arm, and his God King essence was depleted to the extreme.
But he ignored the excruciating pain in his body.
He breathed in the air of the wilderness deeply.
Hahahahahahahaha!
"I'm out! I'm finally out!"
"The terrifying suppression of the laws in the upper realm has disappeared; this must be the lower realm!"
Although the spiritual energy here is far less abundant than in the upper realm, and the laws of heaven and earth seem incomplete, for the Asura God King, this relatively low-level plane actually allowed him to rediscover that long-lost sense of dominance!
He tried to grasp his remaining left hand. Although he had lost only a tenth of his strength, he felt it was more than enough to deal with these so-called ants from the lower realm.
"Foolish natives of the Upper Realm, you never dreamed that what you see as the prison of the Eight Domains of the Lower Realm would become the opportunity for me, the Asura God King, to become an immortal!"
Thinking of this, the Asura God King used his blood-soaked arm to support himself on the ground and stood up unsteadily.
Then, looking around at the ancient trees that blocked out the sky, he announced:
"From this day forward, I, the Asura God King, will call the shots in these eight lower realms!"
"Every inch of land, every drop of true blood, every precious bone in this vast wilderness belongs to me!"
"Those who obey me prosper, those who defy me perish!"
"I will use the blood of billions of living beings in this mortal realm to reforge my Asura Blood Sword!"
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The vast wilderness is boundless and profound.
Towering ancient trees, their canopies blocking out the sun, are rooted in this primeval land like writhing dragons, and the air is filled with a wild and untamed atmosphere.
The Asura God King was seen dragging his body, which had lost an arm, as he trudged through the dense primeval forest, his steps uneven.
Despite his severe injuries, he was filled with fervor.
Without the terrifying suppression of the laws of the upper realm, he felt that his dried-up divine king essence had finally stopped flowing out and was even slowly reviving on its own.
"We must first confirm whether this is indeed the so-called Lower Realm Eight Domains, and the upper limit of the power in this realm."
As the Asura God King pondered in his mind, he cautiously spread out his divine sense.
Soon, he noticed a rustling sound not far ahead.
It was a hunting party consisting of a dozen or so strong men.
They wore rough animal skin clothes and carried bone spears and stone axes. Although they were just ordinary hunters at the bottom of the Great Wilderness, they were all vigorous and strong under the nourishment of this world full of spiritual energy.
Seeing this, the Asura God King took a deep breath and then forcibly straightened his hunched back, trying to display the lofty and majestic demeanor of the former Law Enforcement God King.
Then, the Asura God King stepped out from the bushes and stood in front of the group of hunters.
"stop!"
He slightly raised his chin and spoke in a tone that looked down upon all living beings:
"Mortal, answer my question!"
"Is this the legendary Eight Regions of the Lower Realm?"
"And in this world, where is the strongest place? And who is the strongest person?"
Upon hearing this, the dozen or so hunters were startled by the sudden appearance of the figure and gripped their bone spears tightly.
But when they saw the person blocking their way, their wariness instantly turned into astonishment and bewilderment.
The man before them was disheveled, covered in black and red blood, his left arm severed at the root, and his tattered clothes were even more shabby than those of the beggars at the village entrance. He looked exactly like a madman who had just crawled out of a pile of corpses.
The scarred hunter leading the group frowned, sized up the Asura God King, and then replied gruffly and impatiently:
"What lower realm? We don't know! We only know that this is the Great Wilderness, a territory belonging to the Wilderness Domain!"
"As for your question about the strongest place and the strongest person..."
At this point, the scarred hunter looked at him as if he were an idiot, and then casually replied:
"Is that even a question? The strongest places are of course those ancient kingdoms and the ancient sacred mountains!"
"Countries like the Stone Kingdom and the Fire Kingdom are colossal entities that govern territories spanning hundreds of millions of miles!"
"The strongest person is naturally His Majesty the Emperor sitting in the capital, or the ancestors in those sacred mountains!"
"The Wasteland? The Stone Kingdom? The Fire Kingdom? The Human Emperor?!"
Upon hearing these words, the eyes of the Asura God King lit up instantly, followed by an overwhelming surge of uncontrollable joy.
"Hahaha! Good! Very good!"
Having obtained the answer he wanted, the Asura God King immediately laughed loudly, his face filled with arrogance and pride.
"It really is one of the Eight Realms of the Lower World!"
"And these so-called strongest people are actually just a group of emperors from ancient secular kingdoms!"
"A mere mortal emperor dares to claim to be the strongest?!"
"It seems that the level of martial arts in the lower realm is even lower than I imagined!"
"What ancient divine mountain, what human emperor, before my Asura Blood Sword, they are all nothing but clay chickens and earthen dogs!"
"This lower realm is destined to be the stepping stone for my Asura to return to its peak!"
The Asura God King laughed maniacally, aggravating his wounds and coughing up several mouthfuls of black blood, but he was completely unaware of it, as if he could already see himself sitting on the dragon throne in the capital of the Stone Kingdom, receiving the glorious scene of hundreds of millions of natives kneeling in worship.
Opposite him, the group of hunters looked at the one-armed beggar who was coughing up blood and laughing wildly with puzzled expressions.
"Is this guy an idiot?"
The scarred hunter rolled his eyes in exasperation, then spat on the ground:
"I guess his brain got damaged by some wild boar in the wilderness."
"Let's go, let's go! Don't pay any attention to this madman. If we get tainted by his bad luck, we won't even be able to kill a single Ironfeather Bird today!"
"Damn it, I ran into an idiot first thing in the morning."
After saying that, the hunters, cursing and swearing, bypassed the Asura God King and disappeared into the depths of the dense forest without looking back, as if avoiding a plague god.
However, instead of getting angry at the insults from these mortal natives, the Asura God King narrowed his eyes slightly.
"You can't talk about ice with a summer insect."
How could a mere ant know the greatness of the true God?
"Once I regain my divine power, I will make these so-called Stone Kingdom and Fire Kingdom grovel at my feet!"
After confirming his surroundings, the Asura God-King's confidence increased once again.
He discerned the direction and, dragging his battered body, headed straight for the ancient kingdom that the hunter had described as representing the strongest power in the lower realm.
Along the way, he traversed an ancient canyon.
Perhaps the fortunes of this world have truly begun to favor this fallen god-king.
While passing through a ruin that clearly witnessed a terrifying battle between ferocious beasts, the Asura God King discovered a spiritual herb emitting a strange blood-red light beneath a huge beast skeleton.
(End of chapter)