The Licentious Cultivator

Song Baozhai struggled to keep himself calm in the presence of his opponent. His hands trembled and tears began to well in his eyes. Without a second thought, he immediately kowtowed before the man.

"Please forgive this miserable man. My eyes were blind that I could not recognise Mount Tai. If you forgive me, I swear to become your servant and do your bidding without a second thought for myself. Please, spare this foolish one's life"

The man took a step forward and entered the light and for the first time, Song Baozhai saw the face of his opponent.

His hair was dark and silky and his gaze was cold and aloof. When he regarded Song Baozhai, it was like the man before him was an inferior lifeform, like an ant to be killed on a whim.

If Lu Zheng was here, he would recognise this man with a single glance. He was Makato of the Changshou Tong Race!

"Tsk, a true man must never grovel before another. Your sin is your weakness. Remember that in your death" Makato's voice was deep and detached as the rings in his fore-eye turned. A Soul Chasing Scythe formed beside him before swinging down on Song Baozhai's head.

Nothing unexpected occurred. His head was lobbed off cleanly and his body was burnt into ashes by the pale blue Spectral Spark Flame.

Another man walked from the darkness to Makato before shaking his head at the pile of ashes before him.

"Now, now. Did you really have to kill him, Makato? We could have gained valuable information about the current situation of the world" The man said as he shook his head.

Makato regarded the man and replied: "Kyosuke, you know this better than I do. This man was most likely a lone martial practitioner that spent all of his days cultivating in solitude. It is impossible to gain correct information from him. Besides, a man who grovels before another has no reason to continue living"

Kyosuke smiled at Makato's words and simply shook his head: "It is fine. Let us gather the rest of the people. It is high time we revived our Changshou Tong Race"

"Hmm"

…..

The martial warriors stood before the grand stone island in awe and reverence. They could sense clearly that the time path aura that they felt was coming from the centre of the stone island.

That meant that the time path inheritance was at the centre of the stone island.

"Ahhh?" Gu Ao's voice was filled with reverence and respect. "Even building a large island in the great River of Time is not beyond a Reverend"

The others simply nodded. Even if most of them were enemies with the man, his appreciation of Reverend Divine Prime Jade's abilities was the same thing on their minds.

Lu Zheng released his Sea of Consciousness as it spiralled out of his forehead like a murky sea of ethereal wisps. A vague detail of the stone island soon formed in his mind.

"This!" Suddenly, blood escaped his mouth as his Sea of Consciousness was forcibly cut apart. His mind seemed to explode with a soft bang that made Lu Zheng reel in pain.

"What is the matter?" Immortal Star and Yu Er Dan nearly chorused as they bent over to observe Lu Zheng's condition. An Yin, Cangxiang Zihan and Yi Tong Qu also watched the man while maintaining a weary gaze at Gu Ao's side of the party.

They were already at the time path true inheritance. Who knew what those three had in mind.

Xiong Ba rolled his eyes internally. They were currently the weaker side. What level of guts would they need to try fighting here?

A man walked from the stone island towards the eleven martial warriors. Even though he was far from them, the martial warriors could discern his appearance with ease.

His skin was dark like ivory and it glistened coolly with patterns that were even darker than his skin. He was incredibly tall and a pair of dark feathered wings sprouted from his back.

He was Byron of the Black Feather Race – an avatar of Reverend Divine Prime Jade.

His steps were simple and after a few breaths of time, he arrived before Lu Zheng and the others. His sharp gaze swept over the others that they did not dare to flinch.

Lu Zheng had already straightened himself and used a Spirit Grade pill to heal his injuries. That was also the last Spirit Grade pill in his spatial ring.

Byron gave a rare smile and said to the eleven martial warriors: "Welcome to the final trial for the time path true inheritance of my main body, Reverend Divine Prime Jade"