A Cultivation Tale: The Godly Punisher

Since he now had the direction to where the legacy was located, Alex walked for a few hours to a place where no one was. Then using his rage to stimulate the appearance of a physique, he transformed. 

Now emitting ripples of power that belongs to a Saint stage cultivator, Alex shot into the distance towards where the legacy was located. Alex had summoned a speed-purpose physique called 'Ten Thousand Divine Cheetahs Grand Speed Physique'.

Then emanating waves of power of speed after he transformed, everything slowed to the barest minimum in his vision while he accelerated to the point that he was ten folds faster than a lightning bolt.

Swoosh!

He shot through the air on feet towards the location of the legacy. Moving at such a speed, he covered half of the distance. Then he stopped somewhere when he started feeling dizzy. He had ran up to a minute and was starting to suffer from the pressure exerted on his soul by the mystical symbols that produced the speed physique.

Alex produced many soul refreshment pills and swallowed them all at once. A few moments later, after the intense dizziness he was immersed in and pain inflicted on his soul temporarily vanished, he continued running into the distance.

Not long, he got there. But he didn't go to the area where they were gathered. Instead, he stood in a place that was many feet away from the area they assembled at, awaiting the opening of the temple's door.

Then Alex moved far away from there so they wouldn't discover him using their field-scanning saint-sense as they could suddenly release it to scan the environment. But it was very unlikely that they would do that. Still, Alex chose to be careful. He can't beat them or run from them with his current strength if he got caught. So he had to strategize and plan with all the things he had.

Then where he stood from, he willed his eyes to zoom in. Like a telescope, everyone of them where they were directly appeared in his vision. He could see what they were doing. Then he furrowed his brows as he could see tens of thousands of them gathered. But it was right for them to be up to that amount since they all came from many worlds for the legacy. 

Till now, Alex still doesn't know what the legacy is about. But to build his own collection and wealth, he had to acquire the legacy by any means even if he doesn't have the strength.

Then he looked at the temple floating in the air. He couldn't help but marvel at it grand, majestic look. It looked like the temple where high gods worshipped a supreme god. 

Looking incredibly beautiful in appearance and giving out the aura of an unfathomable, dreadful power of sharpness and mysteriousness, Alex's eyes couldn't help but glitter brightly like stars. He then felt that this temple must belong to a near-omnipowerful, ancient sword expert. One that definitely ruled over a Greatverse or a multiple number of it. 

Thinking of this reinforced Alex's conviction to do his best to acquire the legacy using any means available to him. He knew that he would certainly near death or oblivion in this place during his numerous battles for the legacy, but how would he grow into a fearsome expert if one didn't have near-death experiences. He must be bathed in blood and be engulfed by an aura of death to become a powerful and terrific cultivator.

After being amazed by the grand majestic aura and terrorizing power the temple gave out, he looked back at the Saint stage cultivators. He looked in a particular direction and saw a young man who wore a blue robe sitting on a seat. This man exuded the aura of aloofness and he seemed very arrogant. Like he was the most supreme expert in the world! This arrogance could be as a result of the family he was from. 

Then around him were a large number of middle-phase saint stage cultivators. These people were the man's boys. They looked at him with awe and respect in their eyes. Then before this blue-robed young man who was at the peak-phase, saint stage cultivation realm were a number of mortals who knelt before him with fear in their eyes. They exuded the aura of sorrow, anguish and suffering.

Alex who had an empathic ability could feel all these. Then he felt like jumping out towards the young man and unleash an insanely devastating power at him. But he held himself back. 

'We shall see in the temple. You can continue being rude and arrogant. I will teach you a lesson for doing this to the mortals.' Alex said inwardly.

"Please forgive us. The meal we prepared for you is all we could afford. I am not a wealthy person. I used up all the sapphirstones I have to produce this one expensive meal. Please I beg you" An old man who had a wrinkled face and showed that he was about eighty years of age knelt before the aloof young man and said in a pleading tone. 

"What a trash! Get this fool out of my sight" The young man said now looking at his subordinates.

One of the many mid-phase, Saint stage cultivators surrounding him nodded. Then he went to the meet the old man with a cold look in his face.

"It wasn't wise of you to displease our Lord's son" This person said arrogantly.

Then he delivered a kick to the old man's chest and the old man was sent flying like an arrow into the distance. Upon crashing into the earth with a caved-in chest, the man coughed out blood and fainted from the severe pain that racked his mind and body. 

"Grandpa!!" A young boy shouted out in fear and tried dashing towards the place where his grandfather was. But before he could move, a heavy, resounding slap was delivered to his face. 

"Argh!" The young boy screamed in pain as he was flung away by the kinetic force the slap delivered to his face. He landed to the ground in the distance and directly fainted. 

His face was bloodied as the skin there had torn off. That part of his face caved in from the slap. With his mouth open and blood oozing out, one could see many of his teeth missing. They had either cracked or ejected from his mouth because of the heavy force sent to it by the palm strike. 

Alex's fury was growing where he was. Seeing them do this heartless things to these mortals made him very sad and angry. He wished he could just dash out and beat them up. But he had to be tactical about it or he could get himself killed since his strength was inconsequential at the moment. 

Not able to look anymore, he sat in the cross-legged position on the ground at the location where he was. Then he closed his eyes and tried to comprehend the soul. He did this to stop witnessing the ruthless things being done to the mortals. He had memorized the face of the young man and the two men that hit the old man and boy and a couple of other excessively arrogant, saint stage cultivators who manhandled and maltreated the mortals like they were nothing, like they weren't humans, like they were things that needed to be treated with extreme disgust. 

Many hours later, a bell sound rang out.

Chime.

The bell sound that rang out was soft. Despite not being loud, it traveled very far into the distance. This chime was no ordinary sound. Carrying a subtle feeling of mysteriousness, it moved far into the distance that everyone in the state and in many other states heard it.

Once the bell rang out, Alex's eyes sprung open. He knew the door to the temple was about to open. But his eyes when they snapped open radiated intense coldness. Killing intent could even be detected in them. He didn't conceal his murdering intent. But a moment later, the frostiness and intent vanished and were replaced with competitive passion and battling intent.

He stood to his feet and waited for the temple's door to be opened to them.

Likewise the others. They were exceedingly glad. After many weeks of awaiting the opening to the entrance of the legacy ground, they had become frustrated and angered. But now that it would open. They would be able to acquire the legacy and leave this world. They hated it. They felt seriously irritated living in it. It was like a shit world to them.

When the bell rang out, many students at the Saint stage who had returned to their academies suddenly had a feeling that it was a summoning bell that rang out. That it was the ancient expert's legacy summoning them. It wanted to give every saint stage cultivator a chance at the legacy. Then without wasting time, they requested for airlift from the founders or principals of their academies which they granted.

Some moments later, many ultivehicles, close to a thousand of them shot into the air towards the area where the temple floated at.

About thirty minutes later, like the legacy was giving them time to arrive and prepare themselves, the silver-colored river of swordforce energy stopped flowing over the temple. Then it converged at a point before the temple. 

After gathering at a particular spot, the vast amount of swordforce energy as it was initially a large-sized river condensed into an extremely solid and thick, silver-colored sword that was massive in size. Once it compacted and took a sword shape, it appeared as a real one. One made from metals and certain minerals.

Then this silver sword floated towards the roof of the temple and began to emanate a dazzling aura of power. It was terrifying and at the same time marveling. The enormous sword which was formed out of sharpness-energy looked like a peerless sword that the Supreme King of High gods used, like the type a sword-loving, Great Overlord who ruled over a boundless realm of gods would possess. It produced a feeling of unparalleled sharpness-might; the unmatched godly might to cut or slash everything into halves.

Once the energy transformed into a gigantic sword, an ancient voice rang out.

"The legacy of the Silver-Violet Sword Banisher is now available. But this legacy is unlike the others. It is only available to the strongest and the most ruthless. Therefore, there is a condition to inherit this legacy. The condition is thus, to acquire it, you must slaughter a thousand opponents. And if there are some of you who have nearly the same number of opponents slaughtered, then you would face each other. Only the strongest would remain. If this is too much for you, I advice you that back off"

Once it finished saying this, everyone's eyes narrowed. Such wicked conditions.

Still, there were very many whose eyes radiated unbending confidence and extreme brutality. These were the ones who felt that they were strong and powerful enough to slaughter all others and acquire the legacy.

When the conditions were laid out, many people began to back out. 

This was just too much!

The ones that began to back out were the ones from academies situated in many states in this Mortalverse. They were sad that they wouldn't be able to acquire anything. 

Actually, they didn't come for the legacy as they didn't have the strength and will to fight cultivators from other worlds who studied insanely formidable battle methodologies and used better or consummate cultivation resources. They had come to fight amongst themselves for the little cultivation resources or treasures they would get. They only shook their head in sadness and sighed as they backed away. They knew that this was why the disparity in their strengths always increased in leaps. They would never be able to measure up to them. They would never be able to catch up with them unless they were met with a great fortune.

Although the voice said this, it didn't actually mean it. Why would it cause them to kill each other over the legacy? That would be plain too much! 

Actually, they had started the first phase of the trial for the legacy. The spirit who owned that voice was testing their confidence and determination. But it was disappointed that the blazing confidence of so many instantly died down. Anyways, the legacy wasn't meant for everyone. It thought. 

Once a lot of people backed off to remain six thousand from the tens of thousands of Saint stage cultivators that had initially gathered, the massive sword which hovered above the temple launched a thousand kilometer-wide, resplendent ray of silver-colored laceration-energy.

SLASH!!! 

A loud slash sound rang out like a vast, thick curtain was suddenly cut with a massive sword. This was space incising apart to reveal another dimension.

"Go into the spatial slit for your trial by blood and fire" The voice said.

Since the people here were cultivators who possessed the power of flight which was a passive ability that would be gained when one entered into the Saint cultivation stage, they shot into the sky using their supersonic flight power towards the slit made in it at a very high altitude by the beautiful silvery sword.

Alex who had changed into a red-colored caped robe that had a large hood which was pulled over his head and was wearing a black mask, focused on his rage emotions and on a particular thought which was 'Flight'.

'Nine Skies Traversing Crimson-Lightning Flight-Physique' 

He abruptly received the transformation method for a random flight physique. 

Then utilizing it, his body transformed as it began to pulsate with crimson-colored electricity that gave out crackling sounds like large, dry woods that exploded in a blazing fire. Also, some of these electricity would shoot off his body into the distance as lightning bolts which gave a deafening explosive boom. Thousands of deep crimson electricity could be seen arcing in his eyes. He simply looked like a terrifying God of thunder at the moment. Even his hair had turned crimson and zig-zag lines of electricity could be seen moving up and down them. 

Once Alex Transformed, quickly using the 'Heavenly Ascendance Lightning Bolt' flight technique of the saint level-physique, he too shot to the sky and into the slit. He was exceedingly fast that he crossed the distance between the spatial gash and the ground in a matter of seconds. 

...... 

They wouldn't enter into the temple to fight for the legacy as everyone of them thought. Only the last remaining candidate who appears to be the best in terms of power-skills and combat fierceness would enter into the temple to receive the legacy. 

Few moments ago, the spirit made a path in the fabric of space into another region where the competition would take place. When the strongest has been realized, only he or she would gain the right and privilege to enter the temple to take the resources which was gathered in it for them as they were the ultimate legacy disciple, and then receive full memory-transmission of the expert's cultivation and battle methods. 

While Alex shot into the slit, he was been gazed at by the spirit in the palace with intensely amazed eyes.

"What?! Who is that kid? My goodness! How is that possible? I have to monitor him closely."

Then space warped and distorted around the immense temple and it vanished with the sword that floated above it.