There was once a great man. A master among master, a genius whose fame spread far and wide within the continent.

He rises through the world like a meteor, cutting everything in his path to reach his goal.

However he rises too fast, went too far, even cultivators from higher continent start to fear him.

On the day of the ascension, he was going to be something great, he was going to ascend.

Before he even takes his first step onto the eighth continent, his future was cut short. Supposedly ally from another continent, the Heavenly Sword Sect's branch sects on the various continents was supposed to help each other. It was supposed to make the journey of cultivation easier, so that no cultivators will be lost.

If one ascend from this continent, their sect member will accept them into open arm and continue their cultivation, the channel of communication is wide opened.

However because the channel of communication is opened, the cultivators from the higher continent know of the man.

Even though they are from the same sect, even though the sect is supposed to uphold justice and honor, the man was just too much of an anomaly. The nail that sticks up get hammered down.

Before that man could even take a step to the wider world of cultivation, he was struck down by "seniors".

In an extremely critical state during ascension, they struck him down, ruining his cultivation, causing it to deviate.

He could never ascend, so thoroughly did they ruin his cultivation that that happen. Even if he struggle to claim back his previous spot, that was his limit, his hard limit. He could never move on. He could never threaten his seniors' position within the sect again.

His inner Qi deviate, like the sea in a storm, extremely violent, thoroughly damaging his body.

It was violent, so violent that he could not feel anything but bloodlust.

He despises his "seniors", he despises cultivator who comes from a higher realm. Most of all, he despises himself for being too weak.

In a novel, he could have broken beyond his limit and beat their scheme. However this is the cultivation world, everything is merciless.

From that day, the only thing he knows was violence. Violence, violence, violence.

Could it even be called the Violence Dao when everything about violence go against the Heaven Dao?

From that day, the man walk down another path. The man becomes cruel and tyrannical.

He kills. Kill. And kill.

And yet no matter how far he deviates, he did not transform into something like the devil of legend.

Just why?

If he has fallen this far, his life couldn't even be continued without violence, why didn't he just fall into devilhood altogether?

The man always question himself that.

...

It was a long reminiscence of the past.

A man wakes up in his bed and decides that he is feeling good today.

He has been bedridden ever since he challenges a super powerful guy in the center of the continent. The guy was also someone who has descended too... but ke ke ke the guy kicked his ass without even moving a finger, causing him to bleed from every orifices.

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But he is not dead yet. And if you fail, try try again.

"Maybe I will challenge that guy again one day."

That was what the man who was completely humiliated says to himself.

He does not care about his own life anymore. What he seeks is a higher form of thrill.

Only with violence does he feels alive. Blood are dropping, hearts are beating, violence are being committed. It feels like the old day, when he was still himself, a genius.

Only with violence does he feels violence, becomes one with the violence and commit violence.

The world itself is violent, Everyday violence are committed. It is a fact of life.

Couldn't it be said then, violence is the truth of life?

You fight when you was born. Your entire life is a fight with the unfairness of the world. Just like your father before you, he was fighting for his life before you was being born, just like his father before him.

What the man seeks then, is a higher form of violence. What he seeks was to become one with violence. His opponents are strong? It doesn't matter. Even if he dies, it doesn't matter.

Violence is violence.

And someday the man simply feels good and left violence aside.

The man walks out of his bed and stares down the frightened retainers surprising them to near death.

Then the man walks away seeking another amusing thing.

"Where is that girl I accepted the other day?"

It was because he is feeling good that day.

...

The sect master of the Heavenly Sword Sect within the Ninth continent of the Nine Cloud Kingdom is uncontrollable. He is a useful weapon sure, however he could not be controlled, only pointed at what need to be killed.

That was why when the false Lang Li's plan to consolidate power within the Heavenly Sword Sect, uniting all branch sect under one ruler, he was not the one approached.

The one who was approached was of course the true master of that branch, the vice master of the branch sect, Yuan Wuying.

Of course he has a healthy appreciation of the fairer sex, and when he was approached by such beauty, how could he says no?

On the day Lang Li decides the purge, all the traitors within the sect was signaled. The grand plan is finally being unveil, and for Yuan Wuying, he was granted a cup of wine.

Let that violence idiot drink this, and Yuan Wuying will have a violent puppet under his control. That was what was promised to him. It does not matter happen next because after that he has uncontested control over the branch sect of the Heavenly Sword Sect within the Ninth continent.

After that... all the beauties he that could have... All the succulent female disciple... With Ren Cheng as his puppet, how dare they oppose him?

Thinking about it, Yuan Wuying could not help but lick his lips.

Even far away, the branch sect of the Heavenly Sword Sect does not escape the slow ruin.