Chapter 113: Chapter 113 (Massage chair Extra Chapter)
Ethan clamped Ashen’s black sickle tightly between his palm and the scythe’s sharp shaft, eyes glinting with disdain and contempt.
A surge of his own energy and blood coursed violently through his arm as he pushed hard, forcing Ashen backwards.
With a splash, Ashen crashed onto the icy surface of Echo Lake, sliding far before finally coming to a halt.
Ethan didn’t hesitate for even a moment.
His feet dug into the frozen ground—the sudden burst of power propelling him forward like a ferocious tiger pouncing on its prey.
The scythe’s crushing momentum slammed into the lake surface, sending a colossal column of water gushing skyward, roaring with unstoppable force.
Ashen’s eyes flickered with alarm—Ethan’s offensive flow showed no sign of diminishing.
Instinctively, Ashen raised his arms and hurled the spinning sickle at Ethan.
The weapon cut through the frigid air, spinning rapidly like a silver crescent moon.
For any cultivator in the Body Integration realm, taking that scythe would mean a clean split in two.
But Ethan’s calm was unshaken.
He wielded the Moonflood Scythe like an extension of himself, sweeping a wide arc to meet the assault.
Dang~~
The clash of metal and iron rang sharply, fierce and immediate.
Ethan’s attack was repelled—the force of Ashen’s sickle like a solid baseball knocking back the strike.
Undeterred, Ethan advanced relentlessly toward Ashen.
"Secret technique, Black Demon’s soul-suppressing power!" Ashen whispered.
Seizing the moment, Ashen unleashed his trump card—the infamous Black Demon Sect’s soul-suppressing secret technique.
This fierce soul technique could overwhelm and stun an opponent’s soul instantly.
Yet it had its limits.
Typically, it functioned only on cultivators whose soul energy was equal or weaker than the user’s.
And, critically, its range—to take effect—was only one foot.
Ethan had already closed the distance to within that critical range.
For a physical cultivator, the soul was the greatest weakness.
Ethan’s soul energy paled next to Ashen’s terrifying levels.
The Black Demon soul suppression should have left Ethan paralyzed for at least ten breaths—time enough to be finished decisively.
In a combat between titans of the Tribulation Transcendence realm, losing consciousness for one breath was perilous—ten breaths were virtual death.
"Pretend to be calm in front me now," Ashen sneered in his heart as his palms morphed.
Behind him, a dense black demonic figure with expansive wings materialized, roaring with ferocity.
Simultaneously, Ashen’s soul power surged out, crashing like a tidal wave.
Inside Ethan’s soul sea, ripples jittered—a shiver ran through the eleven-tiered soul tower carved deep within.
Suddenly, a blaze of golden light erupted.
Ashen’s eyes widened in disbelief.
A golden pagoda-like phantom blossomed, shielding Ethan’s soul.
It absorbed and blocked the malevolent Black Demon sect soul suppression technique and Ashen’s own power.
"Huh, A soul-like secret technique?" Ashen thought.
"It seems you underestimated me." Ethan smirked.
"The golden tower—such tremendous soul energy. That’s the soul tower!"
"This kid has truly mastered the complete body cultivation method and even condensed an eleven-layer soul tower. Impossible!"
Shock and disbelief shattered Ashen’s worldview.
Physical cultivation had long been extinct in most human circles, a lost art preserved only among demons.
The constraints were harsh, the road treacherous.
Even within the Black Demon Sect, such complete body cultivation masters were scarce.
Yet Ethan had done it.
A mere human boy had secured the entire physical cultivation inheritance.
And the Azure Origin Dao Sect had never seen such a mighty physical cultivator ever before.
"Without a teacher, relying solely on personal comprehension and exploration?"
Ashen’s teeth ground hard with resentment.
Creating the blood pills required absorbing the energy of heaven and earth—a task nearly insurmountable.
Condensing a soul tower demanded rare heavenly materials, rare spiritual plants rich in soul energy and earth treasures.
Even average demon physical cultivators struggled past six or nine layers; ten-story soul towers were legendary feats.
Only one soul tower of eleven layers was known in history—the legacy of Xarion Veldrith, The Demon true’s True Ancient Ancestor.
"Does this kid rival the talent of the Demon Clan’s true ancestor?" Ashen’s scalp tingled with disbelief.
His admiration for Ancestor Azraeth V’khorath deepened—this boy must be snuffed out!
No matter the cost—body, mind, or soul.
With grim resolution, Ashen declared, "Ethan, I admit you are the most talented person I’ve ever seen!"
"But you will die today."
Suddenly, Ashen bit down hard on the tip of his tongue, spilling blood as he sacrificed his essence, blood, and even fragments of his soul.
Thick torrents of powerful essence, blood, and demonic energy poured from Ashen’s body, merging with the swirling black mist above the lake.
The phantasmal Rakshasa form solidified, growing more defined with each heartbeat.
Once complete, Ashen’s creation would carry the might of a half-step Mahayana realm master.
"It looks like it’s too late to intervene."
"But this is it."
With a casual flick of his fingers, Ethan swept the scythe’s blade, summoning the Chaos Clock.
A floating, palm-sized clock emerged, glowing with red-gold divine patterns, slowly spinning as it brimmed with power.
Though requiring divine power to fully awaken, the Chaos Clock could draw upon its master’s essence and blood as a substitute.
Currently functioning at a mere one percent of its capability, it radiated enough force to devastate even the strongest opponents under the Mahayana realm.
"Go!" Ethan flicked his finger, pouring a stream of his essence and blood into the artifact.
The divine light surged through the clock’s intricate patterns, expanding rapidly, shaking the very fabric of the air with a surging power.
Ashen’s body crumpled visibly, shriveling as the artifact’s unimaginable force bore down on him.
His eyes widened with terror as he locked gaze on the glowing clock.
He felt himself as insignificant as an ant beneath this cosmic storm.
"This... spiritual weapon?"
"No, no mere weapon... an immortal artifact?"
"Perhaps an Empyrean artifact... or even greater!"
Ashen’s face twisted in horror, disbelief grinding his soul.
Gradually, his physical form and consciousness dissolved into shadow and silence.
The activation of the Chaos Clock revealed the futility of his grand schemes.
Preparation, sacrifice—all in vain against Ethan’s arsenal of secret weapons.
He snarled in defiance even as his last breath fled.
"I don’t accept this...!"
Darkness coalesced into a demonic shadow, rising to swallow the last fragments of his will.
But the Chaos Clock responded with a thunderous sound—a chime that seemed to resonate across the ages.
A shockwave of golden light blasted forth, annihilating the emerging shadow with divine fury.
"The power of the artifact is beyond comprehension," Ethan murmured.
"I have yet to summon my full divine power, so I can only use my essence and blood to activate it."
Even at one percent strength, the Chaos Clock could kill any cultivator below the Mahayana realm.
It could even trap a true Mahayana master for precious time.
A/N:
Extra Chapters
100 power stones - 1 Extra Chapters
200 power stones - 2 Extra Chapters
Capsule - 1 Extra Chapters
Massage Chair - 3 Extra Chapters
Luxury Car - 5 Extra Chapters
Magic Castle - 15 Extra Chapters
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