Paradise of Demonic Gods
“Obtaining the topmost degree of talent in sword arts in the world requires giving up 72 years of lifespan, which leaves you with only five more years of your life. At the same time, you will never be able to feel love, kinship, and friendship, and you’ll end up leading a lonely life until your death, unable to procreate, or to have any descendants. “From now onwards, everything related to happiness in the human world shall no longer be of your concern. Are you willing to accept this?” “Hahahaha, I’m already alone bereft of all support, my hopes dashed to pieces, shouldering only absolutely irreconcilable grudge and hatred, why would I disagree? Why would I not want it? I couldn’t ask for anything better!!” His sword sweeps across the Divine Continent for seven days and nights, moving 90,000 miles through the starry skies, unhindered. He slays saints and buddhas in Heaven, slaughters demons and devils in Hell, sweeping away all the grievances in his heart!
Profoundness
Translator: Yukidaruma Translations Editor: Yukidaruma Translations
A long whistle rang out, and Heavenly Yaksha's hunchbacked body released a series of explosions. Then he slowly straightened his back.
"My hunchback was a result of me being too anxious when cultivating martial arts, resulting in a deviation of my essential Qi. It's hard to be cured through medical means. I didn't expect for there to finally be a day when it would be treated." A hint of exhilaration flashed on his face, and he bowed toward Blood Sea. "Thank you, Young Master, for making this possible."
Just then, streams of whistling sounds rang out. At the side, White Asura—who was wearing white clothes and had blood-colored hair—also stopped his circulation. His blood-colored hair drew back slowly and changed colors. The stench of blood gradually dissipated, and he appeared as if he had turned into an ordinary white-clothed scholar.