At the end of the ice-cold Massacre Palace, a figure with a weak aura sat on an enormous throne forged from desolate iron.
The light was dim, so it was impossible to see the face of the master of the palace. Through the thin halos of light coming from behind the throne, one could only see that the figure on the throne was very tall, like a hero who had once reigned over the wilderness.
"Clank, clank, clank." The sound of the heavy chains echoed. Four lusterless, rusty divine rings were tightly fastened to the four corners of the throne. Thick iron chains pierced through the divine rings and wrapped around the body on the throne as if they were tying up a criminal.
This was the Asura Palace.
The waning Massacre World, the desolate shrine, the ice-cold throne, and the weak Divine Lord bound by iron chains.
When the Slayer returned from outside the palace, he heard the sound of chains being dragged from the throne. The black-haired youth immediately bowed and said, "My King."
"Roar!"
There was no response from the desolate shrine for a long time. After a long while, a hoarse roar that sounded like a sigh came from the throne.
Then, an arm wrapped in iron chains slowly reached out. In the darkness, the Slayer saw his King stretch out a finger. He immediately stepped forward, lifted his clothes, and knelt down below the arm.
Whoosh!
A ray of light shot out from Divine Lord Asura's finger and entered the black-haired youth's forehead. Then, with the clattering of iron chains, the arm slowly withdrew.
"This subordinate understands." The Slayer stood up and immediately turned around. As he walked out of the Asura Palace, he looked back reluctantly.
"Roar." At the end of the pitch-black palace, a beast-like roar seemed to urge him on.
Seeing this, the black-haired youth took a step forward and disappeared into the void. He transformed into a ray of light that shot through the air, heading toward a small plane outside the Divine Realm.
He didn't know why the Divine King of Tian Zhao's subordinates had come. They said they were here to capture a fugitive, but judging from their posture, it wasn't simple.
But the Slayer wasn't interested in knowing.
Now, Divine Lord Asura had sent him a divine thought, imprinting the coordinates of a small plane in the Divine Realm into his consciousness. It seemed that something had happened there, and he had to go take a look.
Perhaps the fugitive captured by the Divine King of Heavenly Edict was really hiding in that small plane.
"For so many years, the King has never been able to remember the names of the Heavenly Dao under his command. When will the King be able to find the real him, sigh."
The black-haired youth flew through the chaotic flow of the Great Desolate Continent. Asura was the Divine Master of the Massacre World, but in his heart, Asura was a king. He was the best candidate to succeed the position of Underworld Divine King.
It was a pity that the Asura's divine soul had been scattered during the battle back then. He was still missing a part of his soul, and he still couldn't find it.
Who knew where that soul had gone to!
…
Several days later!
At the Shrine of Terror.
Yu knelt at the feet of a black-haired young man, trembling with fear. He did not understand why someone of such noble status would come from the supreme Asura Palace.
Could it be because of the Exalted God?
At this moment, Chi was extremely nervous.
Although the Slayer was a divine servant of the Asura Divine Lord, after stepping out of the Asura Palace, he was the uncrowned sovereign of the Massacre World, second only to one and above all.
According to the secret information left behind by the previous ruler of the Heavenly Dao, the Fork God, Yu knew that the Slayer was currently in charge of the Massacre World, and he had been in charge for an unknown number of years.
And the true master of the God Realm, the Asura God, seemed to have encountered a major problem.
However, the Slayer had always been loyal to the Asura God, and he had always looked after the family business.
In the Asura Palace, the Slayer was the Divine Lord's servant, but after stepping out, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he was the master of the God Realm.
And now, this uncrowned sovereign had lowered himself to come to Yu's place.
How could Yu, the son of the Jin God, not be afraid?
"Plane Ruler Yu greets the Slayer," Yu said, trembling as he prostrated.
The black-haired youth lowered his head and silently glanced at him. "This Heavenly Dao seems to have been controlled by the Fork Race in the past."
Asura had never been able to remember the names of the planes under his command, but the black-haired youth remembered them clearly. The Dao of Slaughter that each plane cultivated, the unique abilities that they specialized in, and the strength of the Heavenly Daos were all familiar to him.
When Asura pressed his finger on the Slayer's head, the tiny coordinates were clearly the territory of the Fork Race.
"Replying to the Slayer, this little god … killed him," Yu replied.
"Slayer?" The black-haired youth's interest was piqued. He smiled and said, "Are you very strong?"
One against three, and they were all new gods. The Slayer's Heart Mirror had seen through everything.
He didn't oppose the Slayer. After all, the rule of the Massacre World was that the strong were respected. If the Slayer had enough strength, there was nothing wrong with killing him, the Slayer.
But did Yu really have the ability to kill the three Fork Gods?
Hum.
A mass of murderous aura was released. It was vast and boundless, and it shrouded the entire continent below in an instant, filling every mountain, river, and soil.
At this moment, everything on the continent was clearly reflected in the black-haired youth's divine sense. Even mosquitoes flying and ants foraging for food couldn't escape his prying eyes.
"With your noble body, if you need anything, just say the word. This little god can do it for you …" The kneeling Yu God trembled even more, and his palms began to sweat.
"Shh … quiet."
The Slayer raised a finger in front of him and slowly closed his eyes. He used his heart to sense everything on the continent.
However, as far as his divine sense could reach, everything was normal. Apart from the Dao of Massacre that existed in the Massacre World, there was no trace of the aura of a god from the outside world.
Gulp.
The kneeling Yu God gulped. Beside him, the kneeling Ruo Ling, Salo, and a group of divine guards were puzzled. They felt that the atmosphere was a bit strange.
"It seems you handled it very cleanly." After a long time, the Slayer's probing failed.
"What are you talking about? This little god doesn't understand," said the Yu God, his heart thumping.
"It doesn't matter if you don't understand. I think the beings of the lower realms should understand."
The Slayer smiled. The corners of the Yu God's eyes flickered. In his eyes, that smile was as if he wanted his life.
Immediately, the black-haired youth's body surged with terrifying divine sense fluctuations. A beam of light fell from the Ninth Heaven Cauldron, falling from the distant temple and flying towards the lower realms. It casually enveloped a mortal cultivator.
The mortal cultivator's body suddenly stiffened as if he had been possessed. Everything about his life was transmitted back to the black-haired youth's divine sense.
Bang!
An explosion sounded from the lower realms. The mortal cultivator couldn't withstand the divine sense's probing and was reduced to a bloody pulp.
The Yu God clenched his fists so tightly that his fingernails dug into the flesh of his palms.
"Nothing."
The black-haired youth frowned slightly. He could see everything about the mortal cultivator's life with a single glance, but the result he wanted didn't appear.
Weng!
Another wisp of divine sense fell and flew towards a great monster in the lower realms.
If one didn't work, then another, a third, and so on until the desired result was found.
"Bang, bang, bang." Amidst the sound of flesh and blood being torn apart, the Slayer required a higher cultivation level for each test. However, even when an Emperor of True Self exploded and died, he still didn't find any abnormalities from the memory.
"Slayer, please have mercy. The beacon fire has just been extinguished, and there aren't many beings left in the lower realms …" The Yu God sensed the tragic state of those cultivators through the Heavenly Path. His heart ached, and his own heart was in his throat.
"Shut up."
The black-haired youth's eyes grew colder. He turned his head and saw the temple guard lying on the ground. He raised his hand and a suction force wrapped around Ruo Ling, instantly pulling her back to the Slayer's palm.
"This is my daughter, please have mercy on her … I beg you …" Wu Shen looked at Ruo Ling, who was held in the young man's hand. Her expression was one of extreme pain. Her father began to cry. He was afraid that his daughter would end up like those cultivators.
However, in front of the Slayer, even if he was a god, even if he was the master of this plane, he was still as insignificant as an ant in the mortal world.