Cultivating Immortality :I Obtained The Villain's Ascension Code
Chapter 42: Birth of the Asura Avatar

Chapter 42: Birth of the Asura Avatar

Two beams of light—one black as ink, the other white as snow—burst forth from Xiao Ning’s pupils. They twisted upward into the air, circling one another like twin dragons before slowly merging into a single glowing diagram.

It hovered there briefly, rotating with a steady rhythm. A deep hum filled the air, and the world seemed to still around it.

The Asura Diagram.

As it spun, it descended gently toward the faceless man.

Let’s see if this works.

The ghostly fire on the creature’s body flared once, as if acknowledging something familiar, It did not resist.

The diagram touched its forehead—

—and the creature began to change.

Its body became transparent, like glass melting into light. A moment later, it completely dissolved, breaking into two distinct beams of light—one black, one white.

These two lights spun around each other a final time and reformed the same diagram again, brighter and more refined than before.

Then, without a sound, the Asura Diagram floated back toward Xiao Ning and entered straight into the center of his forehead.

Inside his spirit palace, the vast mental realm where thoughts and soul force intertwined, the diagram appeared once more.

This time, instead of remaining a simple construct of energy, it shimmered and took form.

The faceless man returned.

He now stood at the very heart of Xiao Ning’s spirit palace. But unlike before, his form no longer radiated ghostly fire. Instead, he was composed entirely of pure soul light, his features—though still obscured—were more defined, his presence now is even more steady and unshakable.

Then something strange happened.

The rune Xiao Ning had forged earlier in the spirit palace—the one born from the asura qi and Wu Shu’s nascent soul—floated toward the faceless being.

Without resistance, the rune settled into the center of the creature’s forehead and sank in without a trace.

At that same moment, far below in the depths of Xiao Ning’s body, within his dantian, the seated nascent soul stirred.

It opened its eyes calmly and extended one hand, as though expecting something.

The second rune—the one that had remained within the dantian this whole time—rose from where it hovered and floated toward the nascent soul.

With a soft glow, it pressed against the nascent soul’s brow.

The soul accepted it wordlessly, allowing it to sink in just as the other had. Then, all at once, a tremor ran through Xiao Ning’s entire being.

Simultaneously, within the vast reaches of the spirit palace, the faceless being standing at its center began to change.

A ripple passed through its body, as if a layer of illusory mist were being peeled away.

Then, in the next breath, the faceless figure tilted its head slightly—and a visage took form.

It was not unfamiliar.

The features, once obscured in ghostly flame, now solidified into something startlingly precise. The contours of its face, the curve of the brow, the faint crease at the corners of its eyes—it was Xiao Ning’s own countenance.

So that’s how it is. It’s really become a part of me now.

There was no emotion upon that face—only the calm indifference of one who had walked across countless rivers of blood and returned again.

This revelation did not shake the nascent soul.

It merely raised its gaze, locking eyes with its counterpart—if such a term still held meaning.

The two stood thus, one rooted within the mortal shell of the dantian, the other sovereign in the boundless spirit palace.

A silent current surged between them. No words were exchanged, yet an understanding passed as plainly as if carved in stone.

The nascent soul extended its hand once more.

As though answering a summons, the Asura Diagram—now refined, now whole—descended from the spirit palace sky and settled gently upon the soul’s outstretched palm.

The moment it made contact, a thunderous boom echoed silently within the dantian

The nascent soul’s form expanded, its originally delicate appearance now forged into a new refinement.

In that instant, Xiao Ning’s body trembled. His bones groaned as if under great pressure, blood vessels pulsed with chaotic force, and all at once, a vast spiritual powers surged within him.

His spirit palace shook, its once-serene walls now ablaze with radiant light.

Within his meridians, spiritual qi no longer flowed in trickles or torrents—it surged like a divine flood, dense as molten gold and sharp as tempered steel.

His spiritual power had grown fivefold—not merely in volume, but in its very constitution.

Even the foundational structure of his body had changed.

The meridians widened and crystallized, now capable of conducting the volatile dual energies of Yin and Yang without collapse. His bones gleamed faintly beneath his skin, reforged under the pressure of awakened potential. Every cell, every breath, every flicker of thought now operated in synchronization with the nascent soul inside his dantian and the Asura Avatar clone nested within his spirit palace.

What now resided within his spirit palace—the Asura Avatar—was not some ordinary doppelgänger formed through divine sense or spiritual projection. It was a construct of the highest rarity, a true second soul-body.

This so-called Asura Avatar was the culmination of an ancient cultivation method recorded within the Ninefold Paragon Asura Scripture.

Long ago, in eras buried under the sands of time, the Asura Race was once an apex predator among soul-based lifeforms. Brutal, militant, and inexorably bound to destruction, their race was governed by race called Ausra Paragons—a terrifying race who had transcended mortality by fusing the Dao of Carnage with the Dao of Resurrection.

These Paragons had each formed a unique soul construct known as an Asura Avatar, not to fight beside them as a puppet, but to serve as a secondary vessel capable of housing their will, preserving their Dao comprehension, and even resurrecting them from annihilation should their main body perish.

But calamity eventually came.

The Asura Realm collapsed during a cycle of celestial purging. Heaven would not abide a race that defied samsara itself.

What remained of the once-great Asura race was exiled to a prison-realm—a stagnant, accursed plane sealed off from the Six Paths of Reincarnation. This plane was known in ancient records only as the Asura Purgatory.

The phantom gate Xiao Ning had summoned earlier was precisely a gate to this place.

Within that purgatory, millions of Asura souls writhed in eternal unrest, unable to reincarnate, unable to vanish. Among them, the soul remnants of a slain Asura Paragon Race still lingered, weak yet unextinguished, chained by karmic laws and eternal torment.

Through twenty sacrificial spirits—each at Foundation Establishment—Xiao Ning had forcefully recreated the spiritual coordinates required to link this realm with the Purgatory.

And with Wu Shu’s nascent soul—he had baited the Paragon’s remnant intent into manifestation.

Yet to forcibly subdue a fragment of a Paragon’s soul required more than mere arrays and incantations.

Only through the dual runes forged of tainted soul essence, the ritual refinement of asura qi, and the asura diagram—a Dao construct refined through the meeting of spirit palace and dantian—could he merge with that remnant.

What stood in his spirit palace now was not the Paragon of old, nor a mere clone. It was a new Asura Avatar, forged with Xiao Ning’s soul as the core, tempered by the Paragon’s might, and stabilized by the foundation of the Ninefold Scripture.

Its appearance—initially faceless—had eventually taken on Xiao Ning’s own likeness, not as a coincidence, but as an irreversible sign of integration.

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