Super Asura System

Zhao Yiming was walking alone on the street. Today, the world had changed, and many things had changed. Countless new people had risen up there.    

    

A voice suddenly rang in his ears. "System Announcement Final Quest: The Trial of Heavenly Dao. Mission completed. Obtained Asura Sovereign Fruit. If you fail, you will be killed. All related people will be killed together. "    

    

Zhao Yiming was as calm as an ancient well. He didn't care what kind of mission the system announced. Since he had already reached this stage, he had to go on with it no matter what.    

    

He believed that his first test would be here. Although he didn't know who it would be, he didn't have to worry about it. He continued to walk step by step.    

    

Suddenly, the autumn wind became bleak. The scenery of the town changed. All the pedestrians on the road disappeared, leaving only one person standing at the end of the street.    

    

Zhao Yiming chuckled when he saw this person. He didn't expect that it would be the Ying Mubai of the past. He still looked like that now. He looked smart and capable.    

    

He said with a smile, "I didn't expect that my first test would be you. Back then, you were considered a proud son of heaven. You were chosen by the Heavenly Dao. It's normal to think about it."    

    

Ying Mubai said with a gentle expression, "The Heavenly Dao will always choose a sufficient number of Chosen Ones. Let them fight here, just like raising a Gu. Finally, a true expert will be decided.    

    

It's the same for our generation, but we didn't expect that a foreign species would appear at this time. It's a pity that no one knew about it at that time. In the end, it allowed you to gradually grow.    

    

Now that the final battle between the celestials is going on, whether we are the Heaven's Chosen Ones or the Heaven's Chosen Ones, we have no choice but to continue on like this."    

    

Zhao Yiming gently waved the wooden staff in his hand, and said with a cold smile," Everyone says that they are influential figures, and that they feel that they are the Chosen One. Don't you feel sad when you find out that you are a plaything of destiny in the end?    

    

It is my fate that has been decided by the Heavenly Dao. Why should the Heavenly Dao decide the matters of our Human Clan? Why should the Heavenly Dao decide everything? Why can't we control our own fate?    

    

The Heavenly Dao has fallen, and the people are going to be happy. This is an inevitable trend. Why do you feel sad for a tiger? Why don't you just go back and let everyone rest in peace?"    

    

Ying Mubai raised his head proudly and said," I am the famous Young Master Zhan, and also a true influential figure in the past. How do you know that I won't be the final destined person?    

    

There is no point in saying those things now. Let us see the truth. Either you die or I die. There is no room for negotiation. "    

    

As he spoke, he flipped his hand and the Longsword appeared in his hand. His first attack was the Returning Sword Technique. He wanted to perish together with his opponent. Each of his attacks was extremely ruthless.    

    

Zhao Yiming didn't use his own magic treasure. Instead, he casually waved his wooden staff. He had no techniques to counter his opponent's attacks, so he easily blocked all of his opponent's attacks.    

    

Ying Mubai withdrew his sword and looked around. There was a trace of reluctance in his eyes, but more of it was determination.    

    

He raised his head to the sky again and let out a long roar. The sword movement in his hand suddenly changed. This time, he used the Reluctance Sword Technique, unleashing thousands of times his strength.    

    

Zhao Yiming sighed lightly. This was also a tragic character. If it wasn't for him, perhaps he could have become the main character, even though it was very unlikely.    

    

He waved his wooden staff again and hit the opponent's wrist. The Longsword fell to the ground just like that, and then it turned into fragments.    

    

Ying Mubai's face turned pale, but he looked relieved. He looked at Ying Mubai quietly and then his body exploded. Even his divine soul was destroyed in the heaven and earth.    

    

Zhao Yiming sighed again. He didn't know whether it was worth it or not, but was it really important whether it was worth it or not? Why couldn't he just let everything go?    

    

He once again used the wooden staff to point on the ground and quietly walked forward. Then, he pointed at the spot where the opponent had turned into ashes and a True Spirit shot into the sky.    

    

This True Spirit would go through thousands of reincarnations. If his luck was really sufficient, he might be able to accomplish great things in a certain lifetime. However, if he couldn't give up on his fantasy of the Heavenly Dao, he could only become a chess piece in the end.    

    

Now, his utilization of the Human Dao had become more and more mature. He could control everything in this world into other worlds. As for whether he would become the main character of that world or continue to be a plaything of the Heavenly Axiom... That would depend on one's will.    

    

His comprehension in his heart deepened, and he continued to slowly walk forward step by step. At this time, the town had already returned to its original appearance, and it was still singing and dancing in peace.    

    

He continued to walk forward like this, and every step he took was very stable. Looking at the sunrise and sunset on the horizon, he had already forgotten some things.    

    

On this day, he came to the desolate mountain and saw a clear spring. He quietly squatted there and drank a mouthful of water. It was really sweet and delicious.    

    

At this time, a bell rang. This serving of the Morning Bell and Dusk Drum meant that there was a temple here. He once again had a trace of understanding.    

    

He slowly walked to the temple. There was actually the sound of men and women celebrating inside. In this quiet Buddhist land, what he heard made his blood boil.    

    

Just as he stepped forward and wanted to call the door, the temple door opened by itself. A young nun walked out. Her face was full of smiles.    

    

The young nun said softly, "Just now, the abbot told me that an old friend was coming, so he asked me to come out to welcome him. Sir, please follow me."    

    

Zhao Yiming nodded and followed the young nun into the temple. This place was full of beautiful girls. It didn't look like a place for monks to cultivate. Instead, it looked like a place of red powder.    

    

Soon, they arrived at the abbot's temple. The sounds of men and women were even louder. The little nun reported softly and let him in.    

    

As he had expected, the abbot was Monk Fa Yan. He was now an old man. His long white eyebrows were hanging down to his chest.    

    

He said with a smile, "It has been thousands of years since we last met. Now, we are still as elegant as ever. Thinking back to the first time we met, I was subdued by you."    

    

Zhao Yiming casually placed the wooden staff to the side and sat opposite of him. Then, he waved his hand and all the young nun went outside, but they all revealed themselves. It turned out that they were paper people.    

    

He said with a smile, "You are still young, so why are you pretending to be a monk? You clearly did not break the rules, so why do you have to do this?"    

    

Monk Fa Yan smiled and shook his head. Then he pointed at the sky with his hand and pointed at his own heart.