Chapter 583: Awakening the Asura

Amurong quickly delegated the rest of his devious plan to his secretary.

"At this rate, in just half a year's time, Hong Tianqi's faction will become isolated. In the end, he's too weak to contend with me." Amurong stepped toward the window and stared placidly at outer space.

The secretary smiled. "Perhaps you're the only one who dares say something like that in the entirety of the Milky Way, sir."

Amurong shook his head. "I'm not saying that Hong Tianqi is weak—in terms of pure strength, I might not be his match. I'm talking about fortitude."

Hong Tianqi was, even after all he had done, a man of morals.

Amurong sighed. "Hong Tianqi has the support of Zhang Lie and the four prime races of the galaxy, and his fame is higher than ever before. He has a hand of aces, so it's a pity that he doesn't know how to use them well."

The secretary smiled and flattered Amurong, "No one in the Milky Way can best you, sir."

Amurong smiled. "In truth, if Hong Tianqi were any better at manipulating others, we would truly have lost."

"But you were the victor in the end, sir."

In time, Hong Tianqi's faction would be ostracized and alienated, and Amurong would take over. He would easily be able to manipulate Hong Tianqi's faction into turning on itself, to crumble and fall apart.

These were his plans for the future, unrealistic though they may have seemed to a neutral observer's eye. At present, his faction was currently the far weaker, and his daydreams of crushing Hong Tianqi could only remain dreams.

Hong Tianqi, with the support of Zhang Lie and the four prime races of the galaxy, feared no challenge. Perhaps Hong Tianqi might not be able to take down Amurong, but he certainly was able to consolidate his power and authority.

Back in the second realm, the sura were facing a dilemma of their own.

On a giant altar that the sura had constructed knelt a hundred million sura, filling the altar to the brim.

"Kin, the sura are at the crossroads of destiny. If we are unable to overcome this challenge, our race will perish."

At the center of the altar, beneath a great statue of the asura, the monarch of the moon began to speak. All the sura looked toward the statue, a hundreds-of-meters tall statue that rose into the clouds, carved with such painstaking care that it looked as though it could come to life at any moment.

The five monarchs were all standing on the altar.

"The foolish alien races have banded together in an attempt to challenge our might. They've found a group of evil demons who have helped them come up with poisons and biological lifeforms that target the sura. For the survival of our kind, we have no choice but to eradicate these humans from our realm. This is a crusade, a crusade by the sura against the humans and their allies."

The monarch of the moon's hypnotic voice echoed throughout the altar.

"Unfortunately, as a result of these demons' poisons and biological warfare, our sura fighters have been faltering on the battlefield, and their sacrifice will not be in vain."

The monarch of the sky continued, "Now, the alien races are attacking our territory in earnest. We've been forced back time and again, and we don't have any other means of dealing with their poison and biological warfare. I ask for your strength, for the strength of the asura!"

The sura who were at the altar had heard all this before; it was the truth.

The monarch of the sun called out passionately, "Fellow kin, we have no choice but to awaken the asura who have been trapped in long slumber, to awaken those who are our gods! We need your strength for an ancient rite, one which will awaken the asura with your hearts and voices."

The sura trapped in the altar were unbelievably excited to be able to meet their legendary gods, the asura. Only a rare few realized their fate. Most of the sura began cheering for the asura, their voices echoing through the altar and resounding over the horizon.

The next moment, the monarch of the sun raised a miniature sun in his hand, and a black moon appeared behind the monarch of the moon.

Space shattered around the monarch of the sky, and a tsunami roared behind the monarch of the sea. The monarch of mountains cracked the ground beneath his feet.

The five sura monarchs made their moves as one. The sun exploded. Flames flooded the ground, scorching the earth. The monarch of the moon's power surged forward, corroding everything it touched.

The sacrificial ritual reached its peak, and the hundred million sura died without knowing just what had happened.

Veins of blood trailed from the altar. The corpses of the dead sura shone with blood-red light that was absorbed by the statue.

The statue shook. Its surface began to crack as a pillar of blood-red light rushed into the sky, dyeing the heavens red. An ancient aura emanated from the statue, causing even the sura monarchs to stagger back.

The entire realm shook as all lifeforms in it saw a blood-red pillar rising to the sky.

The five monarchs each got on one knee. "We greet the asura, who have awakened from their slumber!"

The cracked surface of the statue crumbled away to reveal an asura in its interior, one who looked exactly like the statue—a true asura!

Immense energy could be felt from the asura. The sura monarchs instinctively bowed their heads, and every lifeform in the sura realm trembled. A massive upheaval was on its way.

The asura slowly opened his eyes. When he glanced at the five sura monarchs, they felt drowned by the full force of his aura. Their bodies trembled; their blood frothed.

"How many years has it been?" the asura wondered, almost to himself. His voice shook heaven and sky. His breathing and speaking alone caused the space around him to shatter. The asura's eyes seemed to be able to penetrate all layers of reality. "Tens of thousands, surely."

As though he had detected something, the asura raised his head. The will of the world had appeared; from the spatial distortions around him, it seemed to be trying to expel him from this realm. The asura snorted and yelled out, "Scram!"

The will of the world instantly fell motionless.

The asura frowned. "For what reason have you woken me from my slumber? Is the sura race near extinction?"

Before the asura asked his question, none of the five monarchs had dared to speak.

The monarch of the sun, his forehead beading with sweat, trembled as he spoke, "My lord, a fearsome force has appeared within the sura realm, one that has engineered poisons and biological lifeforms that specifically target the sura. During the most recent sura attack, all our sura kings perished in the onslaught. We five monarchs are the only sura kings that remain in this realm, and our race is facing a tribulation beyond all known to date."