Reaper of the Martial World

Book 7: Chapter 258: Son of a — (3)

An almighty halberd descended from the skies. If this scene had to be depicted in just one word, there was none more fitting than Armageddon.

Devils seemed to cackle in the skies, a dividing line of bad and evil split the mystical world in half, and a sea of fire overwhelmed the ground. There didn’t seem to be a path to life under such a tribulation. How could a human, let alone one already nearing the gates of death already withstand such a blow? If the first strike could already turn a higher celestial to ash, the cumulation of the seventh, eighth and ninth was one even a pseudo dao expert would be forced to take seriously.

However, the enraged Heavens neglected to consider one point.

From the time the Golden Flame Mystical World first opened to this very day, the remainder of the Golden Crow Clan slowly allowed news of its mysteries to permeate. Legends, folk lore, and secrets of the Sovereign Flame were disseminated to the masses. Just why was this?

Since its creation, this very world had opened almost more than 10 000 times, once every few million years. Every time this happened, only the greatest Fire Dao geniuses would pass the test to be allowed in. And, every time they were, the death count would reach an unholy number.

What Orcus wanted wasn’t the pitiful comprehension of mere celestials, what he wanted were the unique flames that could only be birthed to geniuses. Only by compiling them and fusing these unique flames together could he form the seed of the Sovereign Flame and give birth to the first ranked flame in all of existence.

Time and time again, Orcus would shatter the hopes and aspirations of young geniuses, ripping out the root of their talent to satisfy his depraved needs. While their deaths also fueled the restructuring of his body, what he always sought after was the birth of this flame.

The Nine Purgatories of Hell Tribulation wasn’t just the third ranked flame tribulation, it was powered by one of the most destructive flames to ever exist, a flame that wouldn’t rank any lower than the top three in offensive power, a flame backed by the rage of the Heavens themselves.

So, what would a Sovereign Flame seed on the very edge of awakening do in the face of such oppressive power? Wasn’t this like placing a meal before a starving person? Like giving a glass of water to a woman who spent the last months of her life in the driest place in existence? Or like placing a naked woman in front a man who had just taken an aphrodisiac?

While Dyon’s body took the brunt of the pressure, in truth being just a hair’s breadth away from being burned to ashes, the Sovereign Flame greedily ate the residual Purgatory Flames, basking in it time and time again like a complete glutton.

The golden seed pulsed. Every time it did, a radiant ring of gold would emit from Dyon’s charred body.

The skies trembled. It was obvious that the Heavens wouldn’t wait for the Sovereign Flame to finish its deed. Even as hundreds of miles worth of Purgatory Flames surged into Dyon’s body, a bronze door decorated with feats of War descended slowly from the skies.

Dyon’s body continued to lay unmoving. His limbs had shriveled up to stumps and his face was completely unrecognizable. Whether he knew his second of three trials was coming was completely up to anyone’s guess.

Little Yin’s face contorted when she looked toward the descending bronze doors. They loomed over a kilometer high and several hundred meters across. The stories of war that etched across its surface were like nothing any of them had ever seen before. It was as though their consciousness was thrust within with every image their gaze laid upon.

“War God Heart Trial? It’s actually the first ranked Heart Demon Trial in existence…”

If anyone else had been there, they wouldn’t possibly have the answers Little Yin and Yang did. Whether it be The Nine Purgatories of Hell, or this War God Heart trial, both hadn’t appeared in several billion years, at least not within the tower quadrants. For two of them to appear now, it seemed the Heavens really did want to eradicate Dyon.

“War God Heart Trial? What is that?” Madeleine asked worriedly.

A complicated flash lit up the eyes of the Hamster twins. However, seeing the exhausted expressions of Madeleine and the beast babies, they couldn’t bring themselves to ignore the question.

“Very rarely can an individual kill without guilt or remorse. The only exceptions are in the cases that someone is absolutely evil or absolutely confident in their own martial way. Such cases are incredibly rare…

“For the War God of the past era, his ancient constitution practically made him nigh undefeatable, but he too, much like others who gained ancient constitutions, never transcended.

“Each ancient constitution has its own tribulations attached to it. Because those with ancient constitutions are so special, the Heavens are forced to create new Tribulations specifically for them. The War God trial Dyon underwent last time was only one of the tribulations – of nine –  that the true War God faced. historical

“The War God was among the greatest ancient constitution wielders to ever exist. Of his nine tribulations, he faced eight which is why his created tribulations number the most among those with ancient constitutions. As for the others, they didn’t survive long enough to require the creation of more.

“However, this tribulation was what defeat the War God in the end. When he was just a single step from becoming a dao expert, he fell…

“According to History, the mournful cry of the War God resounded through all of existence. In fact, the Ancient Battlefield that connects the now to the beginning of time likely contains a trace of his rage to this day.”

Madeleine suddenly understood something as she gazed down at Dyon’s charred body. She remembered that when Dyon told her about his war against the Grand Templar Sect, the Battle Prince that had been in his mind’s eye at the time told him that the War God never accepted the True Name of his constitution. Instead, he disdained the name, wanting to call himself Battle God instead.

However, when Madeleine heard those words back then, she frowned. This ‘War God’ wanted to accept all that came with being supreme and unmatched in one on one combat, but didn’t want to be stained by any of the blood that came with it. Instead, he chose to completely dissociate himself from the title of ‘War’, knowing well the devastation and negativity tied to the word… He was a Coward!

Madeleine’s fists clenched. Her husband wasn’t so spineless that he tried to downplay the blood on his hands by using meaningless plays on words. Her husband was far better than this so-called War God turned Battle God from fear.