Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 771 The True Asura

'I will... wipe out everything!!!'

'No, you can't...!'

'I... am the master of this body!!!'

Han Yi struggled to control his reason, suppressing the violent thoughts of 'killing everything and destroying everything'. He quickly circulated the Heavenly Evolution True Skill, and countless true energies were transformed and generated, constantly appearing from the Dantian position and rapidly spreading throughout his body.

Qi and blood, martial arts, bloodline.

Three forces coexist and merge with each other.

The dantian (lower abdomen) is the center of true skill and power.

The limbs and bones are where the body's vital energy and blood are most active.

The internal organs are occupied by the spiritual seed and bloodline. The Heavenly Evolution True Energy is like countless dense, cool, fine threads.

It surges rapidly along the fascia.

Between the tiny crevices of the skin and flesh, in the hollow cavities of the internal organs…

Like a series of expressways, they completely connect the three forces.

inside the room.

Han Yi's enormous body was visibly shrinking and becoming smaller.

It's not about forcibly compressing muscles and bones, like the shrinking techniques used in bone-shrinking arts.

Rather, it is more subtle.

Miniaturization at the microscopic level, originating from the cellular and molecular level.

Muscles rearranged and coalesced, solidifying and converging, like diamonds compressed and forged deep underground for thousands of years. The massive muscle groups, as if compressed and forged to remove impurities, slowly contracted, becoming even denser and harder.

The skin is also stretching and tightening, and a deep black matte finish naturally emerges, like a mysterious chemical glow that appears when a sword is quenched.

A faint sheen, like ink, covers the entire body's skin.

His aura was restrained, and his power was concentrated.

Snap...

Han Yi landed gently.

He is stronger than the average person, standing over two meters tall.

His entire body seemed to be covered in a streamlined black armor, with an extremely smooth surface that also had a metallic texture.

The head and face were also covered in black, making it impossible to discern the expression. Only the area around the eyes was faintly lit, as if some substance was subtly gleaming within them.

The long tail, sharp claws, scales, and so on... all disappeared.

The most noticeable change.

Two dark black, spiraling horns protrude menacingly from either side of the forehead. The tips of the horns gleam coldly like obsidian, and their surfaces are covered with dense, dark red blood-red patterns.

Compared to his terrifyingly enormous, inhuman appearance just now, he now exudes a strange, mysterious, and noble aura from top to bottom and from the inside out.

"Asura form... I'm afraid... this is the true Asura..." A vast and profound voice slowly echoed in the room.

Sometimes near, sometimes far.

"The power gathered together..." Han Yi clenched his fist slightly and looked at it. He then gently waved his hand.

boom!

The air was instantly torn apart, and the huge sonic boom caused a gale that suddenly swept through the room.

The furniture, which was already badly damaged earlier, is now completely shattered and beyond repair.

"This is power... an extremely powerful power..." he couldn't help but exclaim.

The Asura Form is a trump card technique he created himself.

The fundamental principle is the fusion of multiple consistent sources of power to generate a mixed power that he himself calls "Asura Qi," which strengthens himself and allows his physical attributes to be greatly improved in a short period of time.

Originally, this secret technique had a huge side effect: once used, it would drastically change a person's personality, blur their consciousness, and make their fighting instincts extremely strong, leading them into a state of brutal slaughter.

Over time, this can easily lead to qi deviation, resulting in death from body explosion.

This was Han Yi's absolute trump card, which he would only use when forced to do so by a powerful enemy.

However, after mastering the Formless Body and raising the level of the Heavenly Evolution True Energy.

The cultivation state that emerged after the re-fusion, as expected, also underwent significant changes.

Before? The transformation of that enormous Asura-like body, though seemingly terrifying.

But that doesn't mean it will be truly powerful.

When one's level cannot reach the legendary existence of the Dharma of Heaven and Earth.

A large size will only make a target more conspicuous and easier to be attacked.

The power exerted by a large body, though seemingly formidable, can be dispersed and thus lose its true power, becoming merely a flashy facade. Therefore, shrinking the body allows the power to be concentrated at a single point.

On the contrary, it can reduce energy consumption and unleash greater power.

Of course, the most important thing is not simply becoming stronger.

The strongest point is that...

Even though Han Yi had maintained the Asura state for so long, his rationality remained clear, his mind was completely free of distractions, and he was not affected by his bloodlust at all.

This is the biggest takeaway from today.

Qi and blood, martial arts, bloodline.

The three forces are at the same level and remain consistent.

In his Asura form, Han Yi can maintain a calm mind and no longer fight based on his fighting instincts or the last bit of rationality he retains.

A fighting machine without reason is certainly terrifying.

However, a fighting machine that possesses a clear mind and can still kill indiscriminately is even more terrifying. Its only weakness.

Just like Ultraman's transformation, it has a time limit.

Every second that the Asura form unfolds, the Heavenly Evolution True Energy that sustains the spiritual seed's bloodline and the body's vital energy is consumed in enormous quantities.

Even as the Formless Body operates frantically, constantly converting true energy to replenish itself and maintain the Asura state, it still manages to operate.

It can only support one serious battle at most.

"So now... we should hurry up and test our strength, get used to the surge in power... so that when trouble comes knocking, we won't be unable to perfectly unleash the transformation of the Asura form..." Han Yi pondered.

Swish.

He exploded in an instant, turning into a streak of black light and flying out.

Snap...

A few scraps of paper were lifted up, swirling and slowly falling to the ground.

The room was completely empty.

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Amidst the rolling mountains, a miasma lingered, with white mist obscuring most of the view. Occasionally, a few gaps would appear, revealing rugged and steep winding paths.

Black Miasma Mountain, Encircled Deer Forest.

"Hey, isn't this the famous Divine Fist Invincible? What's up? Heard there's something good going on, so you made the trip here in person?"

The speaker was a woman with a soft, charming voice, a beautiful face, and revealing clothes in red.

The woman wore a fiery red cloak, but underneath she wore only a close-fitting undergarment that barely covered her prominent breasts. Her fair and delicate abdomen was exposed, and on her navel was a strange moth the size of a palm. The moth was entirely fiery red, and its wings seemed to be burning, covered with swirling sparks.

Lifelike and vivid. This is enough to demonstrate the tattoo artist's superb skills.

"Fire Maiden, it's been a while, and you're still as glamorous as ever, and your words are as rude as ever."

A rough, somewhat sarcastic male voice rang out.

As the shadows of the trees swayed, four or five strong men steadily carried out a sedan chair.

A burly man with a thick beard, his chest half-exposed, was leaning lazily against the backrest.

He appears to be magnanimous, forthright, and upright, but the things he says are somewhat vulgar.

"I wonder when a beauty like Lady Fire will be more generous and let us rough men enjoy the pleasures of love, revelry every night. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

"Alright. If Brother Cheng is willing, I will certainly prepare the bed for you." Fire Maiden giggled, blinked, adjusted her posture, and immediately revealed her beautiful curves.

It should be convex where it should be convex, and upturned where it should be upturned.

The burly men carrying the sedan chair were naturally aroused, a burning sensation rising in their lower abdomens. They swallowed hard, their eyes involuntarily drifting towards the Fire Maiden.

The Divine Fist School originated from fist and palm techniques, and its training method is still the old-fashioned way of exercising qi and blood and tempering hard skills.

Most of the disciples under his tutelage were male.

Even the women were all large and burly, with broad shoulders and thick waists, much more robust and sturdy than the average man.

Therefore, when faced with a charming, alluring, mature, and beautiful woman like the Fire Maiden, these disciples, whose vital energy was abundant but had no outlet for it, naturally could not resist.

"Hmph! Forget your mind-bending tricks. Your ability to replenish yin with yang energy... not many people can withstand it."

Cheng Wu glanced at the sedan chair bearers, a cold snort escaping his nostrils. His rough, sandy face contorted with anger: "Useless trash! I sent you along to broaden your horizons, not to embarrass me. You're always so arrogant, haughty, and swaggering. Now you know there are mountains beyond mountains, and people beyond people. You've finally learned your lesson?"

He slammed his fists against the armrests on both sides of the sedan chair and suddenly leaped up.

The men carrying the sedan chair felt an immense force suddenly press down on their shoulders.

Their legs suddenly went weak, and they all fell and flew sideways. After a chaotic commotion, they rolled on the ground more than a dozen times before finally managing to stand up.

It was only then that the group came to their senses and realized that they had unknowingly fallen victim to a trap.

Although he wasn't seriously injured, his original intention to make a good impression on his master was completely thwarted.

Losing a little face is no big deal.

The key issue is that if this accident leads to losing the master's attention, that would be a serious matter.

Think of this.

Feeling both ashamed and angry, the group silently gathered up their scattered belongings, not daring to utter a sound.

"Brother Cheng, Lady Huo, we've kept you waiting." A cold, stern voice came from afar.

The sound grew louder as it approached, until the last word was uttered.

The leaves of the towering tree rustled as a figure swiftly swept past like a large bird, landing lightly in an open space.

He was dressed in all black, with a leopard head tattoo that almost covered his entire face, making him look quite ferocious and terrifying.

If you look closely, you'll find that it's not because the tattoo is realistic, but because the person's face is already covered with a large number of ugly scars of various sizes, resembling centipedes, which makes it look particularly frightening.