Chapter 1383: Leviathan Shadow Ego Eternal Technique (I) Chapter 1383: Leviathan Shadow Ego Eternal Technique (I) The one who had co to the residence was none other than Mario, the Atrox who had once served as Cain’s guide.
It was clear that the man had not had an easy ti during these past few months, judging by the severe wounds covering his body.
Deep gashes and half-healed scars marred his flesh, his clothing torn and stained by dried blood.
He looked like he had survived countless battles or fled from relentless pursuers.
Yet here he stood at the gates of an Outer Elder’s residence, his eyes burning with a desperate determination.
The head butler of the residence could not help but frown as he heard Cain’s command, allowing this Dark Race cultivator inside.
But there was no way he would dare disobey a direct order from the Outer Elder he served.
So, he rely lowered his hand, which he had raised in protest, and stepped aside.
Displeasure remained etched on his face, but he knew his place.
Cain noticed the butler’s frown but showed no care for it.
Such prejudice and discomfort were trivial matters to him.
He simply glanced at Mario, signaling the man to approach, then turned and headed back into the cultivation abode.
Mario took a deep breath as he walked forward.
Each step felt heavier than the last, his wounds throbbing, his limbs aching.
Yet, when he reached the gate of the cultivation abode, he stopped.
A aningful light crossed his eyes.
Sothing deep inside him warned that if he stepped forward, he would not erge the sa person. “Hmph, if I can get my revenge, nothing else matters,” Mario uttered these words aloud, using them to give himself the courage he needed.
The gate closed behind him the instant he stepped inside, sealing him away from the curious gazes of the servants outside.
Imdiately, waves of rumors began to spread among the household’s workers.
All of them wondered why an Outer Elder of the Godslayer Human Race would associate with an insignificant Outer Disciple of the Dark Races. Inside the abode, Cain observed Mario’s condition.
He saw how the wounds on the Atrox’s body were truly severe.
If not for the bursting vitality of soone who had followed Astral Rebirth Path of Power, Mario would likely have died.
It was a testant to the man’s resolve that he had reached this point at all.
“I guess things weren’t easy for you, but you made it,” Cain said casually, showing no genuine concern for Mario’s suffering.
His tone was nonchalant, as though the Atrox’s hardships were expected.
Without offering an explanation, Cain waved his hand forward, generating a stream of golden flas that washed over Mario’s body.
The Atrox tensed, uncertain of Cain’s intentions.
He tried to move, but the flas moved too fast, enveloping him before he could react.
Fear flashed in Mario’s eyes.
Panic threatened to overtake him.
Yet, to his shock, he felt the pain in his body receding.
The flas were not destroying him; they were healing him.
Under their gentle warmth, torn flesh knitted together, bruises faded, and scars vanished.
His bones stopped aching, and his breathing steadied.
Confusion and awe mingled on Mario’s face until finally, a sharp light appeared in his eyes.
“The Concept of Life,” Mario whispered, voice trembling with reverence.
“You are a Master of Concepts!?” Pure awe and wonder filled Mario’s gaze.
He had never imagined that the young man who appeared out of nowhere could wield the power of Concept to such a high level. Upon seeing Mario’s expression, Cain recalled the first ti he displayed Concepts against the Inferno Daemon trio.
They, too, had been surprised.
At the ti, Cain had been puzzled by their reaction.
Concepts were difficult, yes, but not unheard of.
Yet, as he familiarized himself with the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe, he ca to understand the reason for such shock.
This universe, with its countless heritages and cultivation techniques, offered paths guiding Astral Rebirth and Essence Evolution cultivators from zero all the way to the Third Realm.
Yet, for the Ego Eternal Path of Power, you have to depend on yourself. Those who mastered Concepts at a stage that surpassed their cultivation were truly remarkable.
It ant they had forged their own path instead of rely following the guidance of others.
The shock and awe in Mario’s eyes were understandable.
Cain simply nodded at Mario’s words.
Once the Atrox’s body was fully healed, he spoke again, his voice sharp and solemn.
“The last ti I saw you, I told you I would give you the power to obtain your revenge.
Are you ready?” All the shock and awe vanished from Mario’s mind as he rembered why he had co.
He locked eyes with Cain, determination flashing in his gaze.
He did not ask who Cain was, nor did he question the source of these abilities.
He only cared about one thing.
“What do I have to do?” Mario asked, voice steady and resolute.
He knew that power did not co free, that every gift demanded a price. Cain showed a small smile.
He stretched out his right hand, and as he did so, his voice echoed in Mario’s mind, resonant and calm: “Is there really a price too high for your revenge?” The Atrox clenched his fists as he heard those words.
mories flooded his mind-faces he hated, betrayals he had endured, the pain and humiliation that had driven him this far.
He rembered the promise of vengeance that gave him strength, the lingering rage that had kept him alive when death seed imminent.
The next second, resolution appeared in his eyes as he grabbed Cain’s hand firmly.
He would pay any price for the chance to settle old scores.
Cain’s smile widened as he tightened his grip around Mario’s hand.
The full might of his Ego Wave was unleashed the next instant.
His fierce, red willpower made the cultivation abode tremble.
The power of the Concept of Life, combined with Gluttony and Rage, exploded.
Mario felt the floor shift beneath his feet, and his heart nearly froze as he saw the head of a massive demonic snake forming above Cain’s figure.
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