Here, only the strong devour the weak. Here, people prey on people.
Countless have perished in this place. But at the same time, countless legends have also been forged.
This is a crucible of chaos—a hell of tempering.
Only those who emerge alive from this place carve their names into history.
And among them, one madman reigns supreme—the terror of all worlds, Mad Asura.
Born in the very heart of Chaos Asura Prison, he is a product of its lawless brutality.
The prison itself is a chaotic wasteland, and its surroundings are no different. Murder, plunder, destruction—these are daily occurrences here.
And amidst that blood-soaked chaos, Mad Asura was born.
His mother died the moment he came into the world.
How she even conceived him in this forsaken land is a mystery best left unspoken.
She gave birth to him on the side of the road—a newborn left abandoned in the filth and ruin of the Asura Prison's outskirts.
The fact that he survived at all is nothing short of a miracle.
He grew up surrounded by bloodshed, chaos, and madness.
And in the end, he walked into the Chaos Asura Prison alone.
Starting from the first floor, he fought his way down, descending layer by layer.
Until finally…
He reached the eighteenth floor.
He shattered every record ever set.
Because he was born in this battlefield—because he was a warrior without equal—he became known as Mad Asura.
In all of Chaos Asura Prison, he is king.
A force that no one dares to provoke.
From the greatest factions to the strongest warriors across the heavens, none dare challenge him.
In this pit of lawlessness, he alone has been recognized as the ruler of chaos.
Here, where the strong rule and the weak perish, he is both myth and legend.
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Beyond the vast Cosmic Ocean, countless floating continents drift together.
At their center stands a monolithic tower, inverted and ominous—Chaos Asura Prison.
It resembles both an ancient pagoda and an abyssal mountain.
Its immense form looms over the stars, an indomitable fortress of suffering.
From this colossal tower, countless iron chains extend, linking it to the surrounding continents.
These continents are considered part of the Chaos Asura Prison realm.
Unlike the eighteen layers of the Asura Purgatory, they lack the overwhelming spiritual pressure that crushes all who enter.
Legends say that, in ancient times, this tower was a prison unlike any other, built to contain the universe's greatest threats.
It is believed that the surrounding continents were home to those who once guarded this prison.
But no one knows for sure.
No one knows why this prison was abandoned.
And no one knows what was once locked away within its depths.
Hum…
A blood-red distortion ripples through the air.
At the entrance of the eighteenth-floor purgatory, space trembles as if the world itself recoils.
A solitary figure emerges.
Ling Ye.
His gaze is cold, his blood-red eyes reflecting the abyss before him.
He has come to find Mad Asura.
Ling Ye's piercing gaze locks onto the twisting darkness of the entrance below.
To enter Asura Purgatory, there is only one way.
The entrance to the second floor lies within the first.
The entrance to the third floor lies within the second.
And so forth—each level leading deeper into the abyss.
And Mad Asura—the king of this lawless hell—waits on the eighteenth floor.
All around, figures move in and out of the blood-red distortion.
Each one is powerful—god realm and beyond—their names feared across the universe.
Here, only the strong gather.
"Heh… Brother, you heading into Asura Purgatory too?"
A voice calls out from behind.
A man in white, his face adorned with a cunning smile, approaches Ling Ye.
"Why don't we team up? It's always better to have someone watching your back, don't you think?"
Go together?
What a joke.
Here, in Chaos Asura Prison, there is no such thing as trust.
Here, brothers outside become enemies inside.
Backstabbing is a tradition. Betrayal is routine.
Many seasoned killers lurk at the entrance, waiting for newcomers to take the bait.
They befriend them, lure them in… and once inside, they slaughter them.
This man in white? He is one of them.
An experienced predator who feeds on fools.
And so, as always, he plays his part.
"Brother, what do you say? Come on, don't leave me hanging—"
He steps closer.
But the moment he sees Ling Ye's face—
The moment he sees those blood-red eyes—
His entire body goes stiff.
His smile vanishes.
His face drains of color.
Terror grips his soul.
"B-Blood… Blood Shadow Demon Lord?!"
His horrified voice echoes through the twisted void.
Panic takes over.
He instinctively bolts backward, trying to escape.
But then…
He realizes.
Escape?
Before this man?
That's a death sentence.
The more you run, the faster you die.
Thud!
He falls to his knees in mid-air, trembling.
"L-Lord Demon Lord… I… I didn't know… I didn't recognize you, Lord Demon Lord! Please… spare me!"
A pathetic display.
He dared to talk to the Blood Shadow Demon Lord.
He dared to scheme against him.
He dared to call him brother.
If he had known who he was speaking to, not even ten thousand lives would have given him the courage to open his mouth.
He is finished.
If Ling Ye is displeased, he will die a thousand deaths in an instant.