Chapter 705 I Will Not Allow It

Li An, dressed in a simple white robe with a black and gold belt around his waist, stood barefoot in the wind, his loose sleeves and trousers fluttering in the breeze.He calmly surveyed the scene before him.A vast army of bizarre and hideous beasts stretched out in rows and columns, densely packed, as far as the eye could see. Some were so enormous they towered into the clouds, while smaller ones stood atop the shoulders of giant monsters. The dust kicked up by their march still swirled.Looking down from above,the beast army resembled countless tiny black dots encircling the border. Li An was a small white dot, minuscule compared to the magnificent monster matrix opposite him. Yet, the moment his figure appeared, all the tremors vanished instantly.The world fell silent.Li An was only a hundred meters from the border. Before him stood a colossal monster clad in golden armor, staring directly at him.The opponent was Carlo, the leader of an ancient beast clan. His golden armor gleamed brilliantly in the blood-red light of the sky, shimmering with a blinding brilliance.His golden eyes, hidden within his helmet, stared intently at Li An.Li An clearly saw a faint crimson glint beneath those golden eyes.This crimson glint was the power that had determined the fate of the ancient beasts for billions of years."You're too late," Li An's voice was steady, carrying far and wide.A figure emerged from Carlo's enormous pupil, standing atop his helmet.It was as if Carlo's head was a clock tower, his pupil a circular pendulum. A solitary figure stood on the clock tower's window, gazing directly at Li An, who stood gracefully in the distant sky."A pity." The figure removed his mask. His face bore a seven-tenths resemblance to the Asura race of the mortal realm, except for the crimson flower on his bare chest and his blood-red eyes, giving the impression of a heartless beast.This was the Asura clan.They are fundamentally different from the other dozen or so kingdoms of the Celestial Realm.The Heavenly Emperor endowed the Zuo Clan with qualities such as kindness, the Heng Clan with honesty, and the Lu Clan with benevolence, but the Shura Clan was not endowed with traditional qualities, but with a mission.The Shura Clan are a special kind of life form; their existence is solely to fulfill the mission bestowed upon them by the Heavenly Emperor.This mission was named protection, but now it has transformed into slaughter.Brutality is a personality trait.Slaughter is an act.The Lu Clan's brutal nature can be suppressed for specific reasons, but the act of slaughter is etched into the Shura Clan's genes, an unshakeable thought, even a will.The only way to stop the Shura Clan's slaughter is to become stronger than them.If no one in this world can suppress the Shura Clan, then all living beings will die by their blades, for this is their mission. If this race were to be judged by human morality, they would be born evil, the source of calamity for the world.Crimson is their lucky color, fresh blood is their finest wine, and the flesh and bones of the dead are their best food.They are beasts.Beasts that only know how to kill!However, this doesn't mean they lack the ability to think. The only difference between them and normal beings is that for them, thinking, decision-making, and calculation all serve the purpose of killing.Why use the Qi Luck Bracelet to control Wu Zhenjun and Wu Shengzong, instilling in them the concept of the Shura Clan's orthodoxy?Because if these two truly succeeded, they wouldn't need to go to such lengths, using so many methods, so much Qi Luck, and so many armies to deal with the sheep in the Shura Realm.Those sheep would offer their heads to be cut off.They did this simply to make everything simpler and easier.It was only because of the efficient countermeasures from the human world and Wu Zhenjun's foolishness that everything failed.They originally planned to use ancient ferocious beasts to forcefully attack the border, thereby stopping Wu Zhenjun's foolish actions, but as Li An said:It was too late.Approaching the eye socket of Carlo's helmet was the Shura Clan's Marshal, named Shura Luxing.He gazed at the torrential rain pouring down behind Li An, his eyes growing increasingly sinister.The power bestowed upon the Asura clan by the Heavenly Dao had been obtained by sinners from the Forsaken Land.This filled Asura Lu Xing with an ominous premonition.The reason these people of his own race in the Asura Realm were abandoned was because they refused to follow their king, defy the Heavenly Dao, and transform into Asuras, stubbornly clinging to their most primal belief in protection.This meant that the blood of those original guardians flowed within everyone in this realm, and the will to protect would be passed down through their bloodlines.The flower of slaughter gave birth to the God-Asura.The heart of protection would forge the Holy Angel.The Heavenly Dao's Forbidden Army.Messengers of Heaven.That was what the current Asura clan least wanted to face—the power they had abandoned.Would those outcasts who obtained the secret technique truly return as Holy Angels? This filled Shura Luxing with unease, an unease that fueled his anger, causing the color of his killing intent to intensify.Ultimately, he made the foolproof decision.Because of the human before him.He possessed human limbs, build, standard sclera and pupils, and facial features.But…He was not human.Absolutely not human.The moment he faced Li An, something buried deep within the soul of the Shura clan was stirred.Only the Heavenly Dao could manipulate that power.Shura Luxing clenched his right fist and addressed the sky: “Your Majesty, in my opinion, the Day of Destruction must be activated.” In the Heavenly Realm, the Shura King remained expressionless, a blood-red sphere of Shura Realm's destiny resting in his palm.The Shura Realm was neither the Immortal Realm nor the Human Realm; their destiny had always been in the hands of the Shura clan, and the life and death of this realm were in the hands of the Shura King.The Shura King was the true master of the Shura Realm.Today.He decided to destroy this world.The Asura King clenched his right fist, his right hand clenching into the crimson sphere before him."Bang!" The sphere shattered.The mortal realm, the Asura Realm.Stars began to crumble, countless spatial rifts appeared in the sky, the energy within planets became violent, and crisscrossing fissures appeared in the crimson desert.Earthquakes, tsunamis, storms raged across every corner of every planet in this realm.This realm had nine suns, and now, crimson light emanated from each of their golden rays.The blood-red suns hung in the sky.Destruction descended.This was a legend every Asura had heard since childhood: if we committed an irreparable, unforgivable sin, our ancestral sages would unleash a power called destruction, and on that day, all the suns in the sky would turn crimson.The stars would inevitably crumble, and the heavens and the earth would be submerged by raging natural disasters.All will die; only the blood of the dead can quell the wrath of our ancestors and sages.Howls rise and fall across the lands of ancient beasts, as they weep, cradling their dead cubs.On the myriad stars of the Asura Realm, people flee in panic, adults and children alike, their faces filled with despair and terror.Until his voice echoes from the heavens."I will not allow it."