The Licentious Cultivator

Kumiko spread her palms open as the pure white Danna Chaotic Fruit floated above them. Golden mandalas formed in and out of existence as she did her best to control the chaos energy within it.

Chiemi placed her palms on Kumiko's back to steady her soul and avoid any mishap due to loss of focus. They were all ready for what would come next.

The multitude watched keenly as Makato walked towards the Danna Chaotic Fruit before dripping his blood on it.

The Danna Chaotic Fruit was like a hungry beast as it quickly devoured his blood with a flash of chaos energy. Kumiko's face paled but Chiemi immediately noticed and used her method.

"Release!" Soul energy pulsed from her palms into Kumiko's Soul Lake and her focus returned immediately. She immediately restrained the chaos energy leaking from the Danna Chaotic Fruit.

"There is no need anymore" Makato had a bitter smile as he directly held the Danna Chaotic Fruit.

"What are you…?" The pressure on Kumiko disappeared at once as she watched chaos energy leak from the Danna Chaotic Fruit and corrupt his hands.

Makato did not reply as he stuffed all of the Danna Chaotic Fruit into his mouth. Black wisps of chaos energy seeped from his nostrils and his other orifices like a steam engine.

Kumiko did not have time to think as she immediately began to restrain the chaos energy. If they allowed it to flow rampantly in this place, it was likely that they all died.

Kyosuke cocked his head at Makato's actions and eventually shook his head. It seemed his friend truly didn't fear death.

Makato's gaze dimmed and his eyes lost their lustre. His hands dropped to his sides as his breathing came to a halt. Even his heart stopped pulsing as the chaos energy corroded his insides.

"Oh no" Kumiko's shoulders shook as tears formed from her eyes but Kyosuke only told her to continue restraining the chaos energy.

Makato's body stood like a statue but after four breaths of time, the pale blue Spectral Spark Flame suddenly exploded from his aperture outwards. Within moments, his entire body was engulfed by the Spectral Spark Flame like a blue inferno.

A smile crept upon Kyosuke's face as Makato's fore-eye opened to reveal the Togan.

Makato's eyelids parted as the Spectral Spark Flame burnt the flowing chaos energy from his body. A cool voice resounded in their ears:

"A thousand years passes by like a gentle breeze;

The myriad lifeforms fall and rise like a summer stream.

The eras have gone by with the sands of time;

Valiant warriors along with the seasons of days.

To my left and right, I see no one;

All are claimed by the jaws of death.

All are gone except me;

For my name is Changshou Tong." [1]

Kyosuke and the others nodded to the soft and alluring voice coming from Makato's mouth. At this point, they knew it was no longer Makato that was speaking but rather, their progenitor – Changshou Tong.

Changshou Tong gazed around him and smiled softly: "The plan to revive was successful"

The Changshou Tong Race members immediately took a knee and bowed to him in their ancient language: "These descendants greet you"

Changshou Tong smiled and gestured that they stood. He was not a person that cared about such needless formalities.

The Changshou Tong Race members stood as they gazed at Changshou Tong that stood before them. Some had jubilant expressions, some had complex gazes. Kumiko was weeping at a side.

Kyosuke smiled and bowed to Changshou Tong once more and introduced himself: "Lord Changshou Tong, this descendant's name is Kyosuke of the Haraguchi Lineage"

"Haraguchi…" Changshou Tong's gaze became distant as he recalled one of his four sons, Haraguchi. "What of this man? Which lineage does he come from?"

Kyosuke knew Changshou Tong was referring to Makato and he replied promptly: "He is Makato of the Mizuta Lineage"

"Mizuta huh?" Changshou Tong was pleased. Mizuta was another of his four sons. It seemed these men had strong bloodline ties to him and were his direct descendants. "No wonder you were able to revive me"

A thought crossed Changshou Tong's mind but just as he was about to ask a question, a troubled expression formed on his face.

"What is the matter, Lord Changshou Tong?" Kyosuke asked with concern.

Changshou Tong gazed deeply at the man before asking with a serious tone: "Who is this Lu Zheng?"