Six Paths of Reincarnation.
Asura Path.
This was a space fraught with slaughter, where blood and the sounds of killing were omnipresent.
Wang Hao hovered in midair, below him hundreds of thousands of black-clad warriors were engaged in mutual carnage.
Just then, a voice filled with the lust for killing rang out, "To sign a summoning pact with me, the Asura, and rapidly comprehend the divine skills of the Asura Path, you need to prove your potential!"
Wang Hao raised his eyebrow, "How should I prove it?"
The Asura responded indifferently, "Originally, you would have needed to defeat one of my avatars to qualify. But since the Six Paths has spoken, you only need to bring down fifty thousand Asura warriors."
No sooner had the voice faded than Wang Hao’s vision darkened, and he found himself in a separate space, with fifty thousand black-clad warriors neatly arrayed before him.
Wang Hao’s expression was slightly grave. Although these Asura soldiers were uniformly at the level of Martial Saints, their strength was definitely inflated at this footsoldier level, so he was not afraid.
His only concern was the kind of power that would erupt from fifty thousand Martial Saints gathered together!
"I wonder if my White Tiger physique can be used in this Asura Path. If not, then trouble is indeed brewing," Wang Hao muttered to himself, drawing a giant sword identical to the Heavenly Demon Giant Sword from beside him.
"Kill!"
A thunderous cry of slaughter erupted, and the Asura army of fifty thousand released a terrifying killing intent.
A dense swarm of blade lights and sword shadows stabbed towards all of Wang Hao’s vital points, and the void hissed ominously.
Wang Hao’s eyes snapped open with a start, and suddenly the void crackled with thunder and lightning. He donned a set of purple armor, and his cultivation level rose from Level 9 Martial King to Level 9 Martial Emperor.
Ignoring the blade lights and sword shadows in the void, Wang Hao took a step forward. His figure, like a specter, left a trail of afterimages as he charged towards the endless Asura army.
"Swoosh, swoosh..."
The urgent sound of rushing wind quickly rose. The Heavenly Demon Giant Sword in Wang Hao’s hand swiftly struck down, each stroke as formidable as thunder, thanks to the speed of his charge and the sharpness of his sword intent.
"Ah..."
Simultaneously, each flash of the sword brought a wretched cry, accompanied by a spray of blood.
The pungent stench of blood also whipped the fifty thousand Asura warriors into a frenzy. Their eyes bloodshot, they howled and launched themselves at Wang Hao in a death-defying manner.
At the same time, the spurting blood seemed drawn by some force, transforming into streams of energy that merged into Wang Hao’s body, slowly turning his purple armor to crimson red.
"This is..."
Wang Hao was overjoyed. Without a doubt, he knew his White Tiger physique could be employed.
He could fight tirelessly and grow increasingly valiant in battle, unafraid whether his opponents numbered fifty or a hundred thousand.
"Now, you’re all doomed!"
A sly smile touched the corners of Wang Hao’s mouth; the Heavenly Demon Giant Sword in his hand transformed once again into a streak of light. Wild sword qi, carrying ruthless sword intent, gushed down like a raging torrent, overwhelming several nearby Asura soldiers with a single stroke.
"Spurt!"
When the Heavenly Demon Giant Sword met the weapons of his opponents, several Asura warriors felt as if their arms had collided with a mountain. Blood sprayed, their bodies roiled internally, their energy quickly wilted, depriving them of the power to fight again.
And Wang Hao wasted no time, dashing swiftly into the ranks of the Asura army as if into a realm devoid of others.
As time passed, there was not a hint of purple left on Wang Hao’s armor; it was completely soaked in crimson red.
Blood dyed the earth, and limbs and severed parts were strewn everywhere.
Wang Hao strode forward with an indifferent expression, having long since forgotten how many Asura armies he had slain.
Six Paths Sanctuary.
An old man with white hair and a middle-aged man were seated in a garden, known as the Six Paths and Asura respectively.
Beside them were several beautiful young girls pouring tea and occasionally letting out cheerful laughter, completely unafraid of the Six Paths and Asura.
The Six Paths said with a doting smile, "You girls just want to play all day, off you go! Go and enjoy yourselves!"
"Thank you, Grandpa!" the girls replied with sweet smiles, scampering off in a playful rush.
Asura suddenly opened his eyes wide, expressing his shock, "How is it possible?! This boy actually has the White Tiger constitution!"
The Six Paths calmly smiled and said, "Scared you, didn’t I?"
Asura frowned and asked, "Since the birth of the Universe, it’s only ever been the Six Paths War God, I, Asura, who possesses the White Tiger constitution. Why has there appeared a second one now?"
"I can’t answer that for you," the Six Paths shook his head, "This kid not only has the White Tiger constitution but also possesses the Phoenix Heart. What’s even more unexpected is that, despite carrying half of the Tianming Divine Race bloodline, he has comprehended the Hell Path and Ghost Path Divine Skills."
"How is that possible?!"
Asura was unbelievably shocked, feeling as if he were in a dream. How could all these traits converge within a single person?!
The Six Paths sighed and said, "The times have changed. The Ancient era produced four overwhelming figures, and now an unparalleled monster has emerged—it’s not strange at all."
Asura furrowed his brows and asked, "Why do I get the feeling that you’re afraid of something?"
The Six Paths nodded without hiding his feelings, his expression filled with sorrow, "Ever since the day the Ancient Heavenly Dao was slain, I’ve been afraid—the fear that those four titans would return and also sever this Six Paths."
"No way! Those four couldn’t possibly return, could they?" Asura asked, his expression growing tense.
Though he was honored as the Six Paths War God, second only to the Heavenly Dao, against those four Ancient titans, he would undoubtedly be outmatched.
The Six Paths stood up, gazing into the distance with a look of melancholy, "I have a premonition that those four will return soon."
"Gurgle..."
Asura swallowed nervously, sweat on his forehead now clearly visible.
Those four lunatics had slain the Heavenly Dao out of mere boredom back in the day.
If they were to return and find themselves bored once again, then the Heavenly Dao could be in peril. With their current level of cultivation, slaying the Heavenly Dao would likely not take much effort.
If they weren’t satisfied after slaying the Heavenly Dao and decided to target the Six Paths, it wouldn’t be entirely impossible.
The Six Paths spoke with a grave expression, "To avoid catching the attention of those four madmen, the Heavenly Dao has already started to fully nurture the Heavenly Dao’s Son. We of the Six Paths of Reincarnation cannot fall behind; we must train someone capable of contending with them."
Asura, suddenly realizing, said, "So you’re having me sign a pact with that child, to openly protect him in the mortal realm?"
The Six Paths nodded, "Remember, you must protect this child at all costs, he is in great danger!"
"Great danger?" Asura asked, puzzled.
The Six Paths’s eyes flashed with a cold light as he spoke in a stern voice, "In order to nurture the Heavenly Dao’s Son, disdainfully using Wang Hao as an unstable element, the Heavenly Dao plans to make him a whetstone for those sons, achieving two ends with a single blow."
Asura angrily said, "That’s presumptuous, the Heavenly Dao is clearly not taking the Six Paths of Reincarnation seriously."
The Six Paths replied indifferently, "So if you encounter the Heavenly Dao’s Son, there’s no need to be polite—just kill him outright!"
Asura licked his dry lips and let out a wicked laugh, "Don’t worry, I will make sure to ’take good care’ of those sons of the Heavenly Dao..."

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