Extreme Spirit Chaos Technique

"Nameless?"

"Oh? A question? How interesting. The Dusk Shadow Asura, who only ever speaks in declaratives, is using that tone of voice. This is certainly a novelty." The old man known as Nameless chuckled, but despite his genial air, a hint of gravity appeared in his eyes.

The Dusk Shadow Asura was also known as the Death God. Perhaps that title was unknown to the common folk, to those who had not yet reached a certain height. But once you touched the pinnacle of the Martial Dao, that name was guaranteed to strike terror into your heart. The fear he inspired had long since surpassed even that of the Poison Cauldron Masters.

Some said he was the number one Dark Martial Artist on the Extreme Martial Continent, for to this day, no one had ever seen the full extent of his strength—not even Nameless, the Dean of Holy Tomb Mountain.

His appearance had been utterly sudden, as if he had materialized overnight. In any case, from the moment he emerged, the number of people who wanted to kill him grew exponentially. A thousand years had passed, and his name still sat high atop the continent’s most-wanted list, unmoved to this day.

Over that millennium, countless people who tried to kill him for the bounty became spirits reaped by his scythe. Not only that, but his thirst for vengeance was extreme. If you so much as thought about killing him, he would assassinate your entire family, leaving no one alive. In his own words: to prevent endless cycles of revenge, it’s best to strangle such potential threats in the cradle.

It was precisely because of this retaliatory method, devoid of ethics and unbound by rules, that those who dared to accept the mission to kill him had vanished centuries ago. No one was willing to bet their life, and the lives of their loved ones, against a madman. The bounty was tempting, but you had to be alive to spend it.

At this point, no one could restrain him. He killed when he was happy; he killed when he was not. He never appeared before the world lightly, but whenever he did, rivers of blood would flow and mountains of corpses would rise.

If he appeared before you one day, it meant only one thing. It wasn’t that your lucky day had come... it was that King Yama wanted you dead, right then and there.

...

’His strength has improved again. If he hadn’t revealed himself intentionally, I’m afraid even I would have needed to concentrate fully just to detect his presence. I wonder if he’ll still agree to my request now. It seems I might have to bring out *that* item if necessary. I can only use it one more time, but it should be enough.’ Nameless sighed inwardly, and his turbid eyes suddenly became exceptionally clear.

"What is it?"

Just like his title, his words were short and deadly, without a hint of waste. The only thing was, his voice was still just as grating as ever.

Nameless smiled faintly. "Duan Wang, so many years have passed, yet you really haven’t changed a bit."

After a moment of silence, Nameless finally spoke. "I did indeed have a matter to discuss for summoning you today. You could consider it a request I am entrusting to you."

Hearing this, Duan Wang, who had been completely indifferent until now, couldn’t help but be taken aback. He let out two strange, cackling laughs and rasped, "One of the great Nine Heavens has something to entrust to a lowly Assassin like me? Are you sure you’re not just messing with me?"

"Heh..." Nameless chuckled and sighed, shaking his head. "I’m not so bored that I’d call you all the way here just to mess with you. As for what it is, I’ll explain in a moment. Not everyone has arrived yet..."

"There’s no need. Tell me now."

Just as Nameless’s voice faded, a bone-chilling voice suddenly echoed from the void. As the words emerged, the surrounding bamboo forest was instantly covered in a layer of frost. Even the clear sky began to fill with goose-feather-like snow... Then, a large, snow-white figure descended from the heavens, landing gracefully in front of the bamboo house.