The last Asura Sovereign

Armed with the incredible Asura Divine cultivation technique and the deadly martial arts techniques of Nine Nether Steps and Heavenly Halberd, Amrit felt a surge of power coursing through his veins. The potential for growth and strength that lay before him was both exhilarating and daunting. He knew that with these powerful inheritances, he could rise to unprecedented heights in the world of cultivation. But future was not set in stone so he should not be overly arrogant. And who knows the inheritance is without price. Among the principles in universe the principle of Equivalent Exchange is the most predominant one after all one cannot gain something without nothing. Even if he gains he will have to pay for it somehow in future. Only way to escape that was to become stronger than universe itself. How many can achieve this realm?

He was instantly humbled and chill erupted on his back instantly drenching his clothes. Even Heaven grade martial arts were nothing in the Grand scheme of universe. After all weren’t those Mahayana realm cultivators killed from the war thousands of years ago. Forget about him even those mighty cultivators above Nascent soul realm were killed like chickens. Even now if he offended someone from Golden Core Formation and above realm his whole clan could be destroyed. Only when he has sufficient cultivation would he be qualified to run rampant. Until then, cultivating low key is the way. He calmed himself down and started organizing the memories about auxiliary inheritances he got.

There were inheritances about alchemy, array, weapon crafting, beast taming, herb planting and so on. The inheritance of weapon crafting was peculiar, there were mainly blueprints and techniques for crafting halberd and saber. Even though the inheritance had extensive amount of knowledge, it only had three main types of inheritances. The halberd, short saber and full body armor as if it was hinting at something. There were swords and spears but it was in small amount. As for beast taming, it was mainly for horse. The cultivation of different types of horses, their food, breeding and bloodline purification and bloodline infusion. The herb planting was almost the same. It was to cultivate herb field with blood properties and how to handle same type of herbs. He was perplexed. In this world there were some demonic sects that used blood for cultivation, they were tuned to demonic Qi almost similar to demonic beasts. So seeing the information he was somewhat uneasy. Had he gained supreme inheritance of demonic cultivator.

Then he looked at his cultivation technique and realized there was no mention of devouring other cultivators for cultivation, or massacring mortals for weapon refinement. There was no mention of using beast blood was compulsory. Although using beast blood for herb field would make it easier for cultivating the herb field of his inheritance, not all beast blood could be used. After thinking for a moment he realized his cultivation didn’t use blood. It was attuned to blood but it was as if he could command it. He realized he could control blood and command it to increase speed or decrease circulating speed. Although many cultivators in higher realm could do same for him it was as easy as breathing, almost natural. He wanted to try another thing so he picked a small fruit knife from table and made an incision on his finger. But there was nothing, not even white line on his finger. Astounded he used force but it only broke the fruit knife. He wanted to use his sword but realized he didn’t know where his sword was. He had no idea where he lost it.

So he made an incision with his tooth. After applying some force, a tiny droplet of blood came out. He could immediately sense his connection with that blood. He forced few droplets to come out from the wound, to his surprise the wound was almost closed. He let the wound close and focused on the blood droplets. He could change their shape and make them move around one meter distance from his heart. Although making them levitate and fly through air consumed some soul power, it was without doubt that this will be one of the deadliest weapons in his arsenal. Although he could only control it within one meter, the distance will increase with his realm and the hardness he could make now was not much noteworthy gradually this would change with his cultivation. Even now if he could make his blood enter enemy’s bloodstream, he could inflict pretty serious damage.

And another peculiar thing he found was when he wielded the fruit knife, it seemed like an extension of his arm as if he had used it for few years. The world of cultivation is bizarre so there are probably martial arts for training with fruit knives but even if it was it would usually for throwing. To be familiar with fruit knife is one thing but using it as if you use sword is another. He picked the broken fruit knife and he knew instantaneously how to use it to maximum efficiency as if it was ingrained into his brain and muscle. He may have used this knife in past for few times when eating some spirit fruits but it was limited to just that. And now he feels like he has been using this knife for few years. After pondering for few moments, he let go of the fruit knife thinking may be it was one of the perks of inheritance.

There were some rumors where people would get sudden enlightenment and master weapons or cultivation techniques out of thin air. There were also rumors of inheritances that can change fundamentals of body, increase talent grades, comprehension or elemental attunement. There were myriad of things in the world so weapon mastery was not bizarre. And it was only mastery of fruit knife it’s not like it was of every weapons. He looked around his room and knew morning will pass if he dallies around. So he started to get up from the bed. Then he suddenly remembered about the legend in his past world.