Martial Dao of Chaos

Thorjen POV

Darkness. Silence. Wailing skulls. He looked around and found himself swimming in a sea of carmine and chaos. Within the void of nothingness. Thorjen felt a torrent of disasters threatening to swallow him whole. A roar erupted through the chaos and his eyes snapped open to a vast sky covered in dark clouds. In fact, his gaze was level with these large white puffs of smoke.

A slight panic hit his mind when he understood the situation at hand. He was flying! He gazed down and saw the world beneath him existing in a way he had never seen it before. Everything looked so small up here. The mountain tops and the vast forests. The kingdoms built of stone. All beneath his flight were as they looked, like ants within a world filled with insignificance. He felt a swell of anger birth in his chest. Out of instinct he opened his long maw and roared from the pits of his stomach. A roar filled with an element of chaos and rage blew apart the sea of clouds in his way. Within the guttural roar a breath of fire erupted into the open air, he conjured the spitfire as easily as he exhaled a burp.

The realization almost scared him senseless. He was flying? He had wings? He could breathe fire and his body felt so large and slightly less mobile. What am I...who am I... He started to lose his balance. And he felt his gargantuan body fall from the sky and tumble towards the far deep earth beneath.

Thorjen gasped aloud whilst his eyes snapped open. He frantically observed his surroundings. Those fleshy walls that slightly moved from time to time greeted him again. Bringing a relieved sigh from his breath.

An unknown amount of time gradually passed on with Thorjen still sat in the lotus position, his mind was still stuck within that previous dream. Another one of the many terrors he had gone through ever since he entered this realm.

What Thorjen couldn’t fathom was just how much time had gone by. He had gotten used to this callous and dark atmosphere by now in truth. And overtime, somehow, he even felt a strange sense of comfort being here. Whenever he closed his eyes, and allowed his senses to drift into a formless dream, it felt as though he was a little child still cradled in the blood-filled womb.

Mastramundus was the self-professed Guardian of chaos. And with such a title, Thorjen thought he would just about be prepared for whatever that really entailed. But as it happens, nothing could truly prepare him for the intense agony he was put through whilst attempting to cultivate the inheritance.

During the days of Mastramundus youth, Thorjen had come to understand that the guardian of chaos had learned only one single cultivation technique from this sage. ‘The flow of 8 hells and the rivers in which surround them.’

What Mastradamundus had used to dominate all his foes was what Thorjen could only identify as a ‘buff’. The technique was quite unique, at its peak it allowed one to see through the external powers of any martial technique, and know how to break any form of orthodox power bearing it's way. Oddly enough Thorjen had found this trait to match his own innate talents. His mother had said he was born with the eyes of Gods. Which helped him see things others could only dream of seeing. Like the flow of **** and time. Only his cultivation level was so low he hadn't the proper understanding of how to use it in real time. His eagerness to better himself was what drove him through the pain and constant agony against his body.

Thorjen had gone through absorbing 4 blood seeds. These were in a sense, the last remnants of the guardians will in the form of dark ruby pills. After which he still had to forge his demonic core, which he was told would take him a few years to do so, and since his natural cultivation was below average the task wasn’t guaranteed to succeed.

But for now, he was tasked with understanding the 8 demonic katas which had been **** upon him. Each step being so painful that it rendered him to demolish his entire body down to its last cell, before forcefully regenerating it again. He did this over and over, until he finally managed to cultivate 4 steps.

Mastramundus had explained the process quite thoroughly. Cultivating the 8 demonic katas wasn’t an easy feat, in fact knowing the risk it poses on the body and dantian of the cultivator. Thorjen understood why no one else recorded in history was crazy enough to attempt it.

Thorjen understood his unusual body constitution was probably the reason he could both withstand and understand such a dangerous art. He still felt goosebumps when he remembered all he had endured just to get to the fourth step. If it wasn't for the fact he was truly stuck within this realm. He might’ve abandoned this art a while ago.

Once he finally opened his eyes. He exhaled a baleful aura accompanied by a guttural groan. Something had changed within him. He could feel a tiny living bead settled in the deepest parts of him. There was nothing more to it than the idea he was aware of its existence.

The guardian of chaos clapped his two hands, his chains rattled whilst he done so.

“Well done brat-well done! I had my doubts about you...but you proved to be someone worth betting on kukuku. The blood seeds have finally started to crystalise into the first steps of a demonic core. Now then. It’s time to accept my final rite. Thorjen remained seated in the lotus position and watched on with a curious gaze as Mastramundus slowly stretched forth one of his fingers towards his forehead.

Thorjen felt the icy cold touch of the withering grey finger, and then suddenly what felt like the entire world falling upon him. His vision was filled with darkness as he lost conscioness.

Thorjen was certain he had lost consciousness again. But in the deep silence he started to hear the feint sounds of a woman moaning. Gradually growing louder.

“Ah -yeah-fuck-ahh-harder...pound me harder!” *Smack-smack-smack*

“Oh my...th-this feels so good baby.”

“Hmm oh your pussy is so wet...I don’t think I'll ever get tired of fucking you.”

“Oh-*smack-smack* M-me-tooooo I love your cock!”

*shlick-shlick-splurttttt*

“Arghhhhh fuck take it all...take all my cum!”

“ahhhhhh it's so hot...you’re filling me up so much...hmmm I love it. And I love you...m-my-master”

Thorjen started to make out a pair of silhouettes partially wrapped in one another's embrace. Whilst the darkness slowly subsided around them, he gasped in fright upon seeing Threyja practically glued to Marco, engaging in a lewd act. Her pussy had swallowed all of Marco’s cock, and spewing out from the sides was large amounts of thick semen, even dripping down her legs. He shut his eyes whilst his trembling hands formed into a fist.

‘What the fuck is this- stop it-stop showing me this madness’

He heard the pair giggling before softly fading away again.

*Pap-pap-pap-pap* again he was plagued with another lecherous sound

“Ahh-so deep-ahhhh fuck yeah my ass- fuck my ass harderrrrr!”

“Ahhh Eleanor I can't...I can't hold on...”

“Nyaaaaaaa n-no-keep going...I'm almost...I'm almost there ahhhhhhhh!”

*splurtttttttt-splash!”

Thorjen refused to open his two eyes, hearing that name, his mother's name, he could only dread to imagine what scene was taking place. And those sounds, with the laughter filling the air, it was all too much to bear. He could only feel a surge of burning white flame filling his entire being.

‘This is not real...it's not real...it's a test...be still Thorjen...we have been through much worst’

A loud thrum sounded and by instinct his eyes flashed open. Thorjen was no longer within a realm of darkness, but instead he was standing in a courtyard. Surrounded by burning ash in place of a sea of flowers. Some of the petals remained beneath his feet. He observed them deeply, and noticed droplets of blood softly falling. He looked at his open palm. Droplets of blood started to fall against it too.

Thorjen titled his helm and saw a familiar bronze sky. The sky loudly rumbled and soon following close by a red rain starting to fall. He heard that same thrum once more. Turning around he realized he was gazing at an incredibly large castle. But the castle had almost been reduced to rubble. There was still smoke rising from the depths. Thorjen saw the broken gate lying between he and the castle. Something told him to take a step forward, and once he done so he heard a tremor from the skies once more. This time a host of large shadows appeared from an unknown fold above. With large wings and long necks coiling around. Reptilian screeches boomed from above and almost deafened him. Thorjen crumbled to his knees clutching his ears in moments. Then he heard it once more. The thrum of a loud bell. He now understood the bell was sounding from the castle. Within the smokey debris, Thorjen noticed a golden light burning so brightly from within. The golden light was covering a distant figure. The figure suddenly leapt from the high point of the castle and soared into the abyss above to meet the great winged beasts.

Thorjen watched on helplessly. And then he heard something wet landing close by. He was startled at first but swiftly made haste towards the fallen object. He drew closer towards it and felt his entire body begin to shake

“wh-wh-what the fuck is going on...” laying between the partial grasslands, where the white petaled flowers grew was a severed head. But not just any severed head. But his own head. He gazed with horror as he glared towards into its vacant, lifeless eyes.

“Shreeeeeee!”

Thorjen tore his gaze away and looked up. He saw one of the large winged monsters falling from the heavens. Heading straight towards him.

From the deepest part of his bosom, he roared mightily like a beast finally broken free from its shackles.

“Arghhhhh!”

“What the damn hell boy! Why are you screaming like that...wa-was it the inheritance...are you alright?”

Thorjen was suddenly back within this realm. Surrounded by fleshly walls and seeing the look of genuine worry creased against Mastramundus features.

“wh-what’s going on...” he mouthed. The memories from earlier flashed through his mind. He clutched the side of his helm in agony. A few minutes passed in silence. Thorjen finally felt the pain subsiding. He opened his eyes and a cold light filled his deep scowl.

“Why...why did you make me see all of that?”

“Huh? See what...what the hell are you talking about brat. What happened when I passed my inheritance over to you?”

Thorjen’s eyes stiffened upon hearing that. How could he not know what had just happened to him. Wasn’t it his inheritance which caused those illusions ? But...why was his eyes filled with such concern.

‘If it wasn’t him...then what the hell was that?’ His mind fell into a deep thought, unsure whether or not he was in a stable condition to judge reality right now. After a while pondering, he exhaled deflatingly. Mastramundus wore a smile.

“Did you do it...did you absorb the last remnants of my power.”

Thorjen held out his hand and turned it over. With his palm facing upwards he gathered one of his fingers and pointed into the air. Thorjen concentrated all his thoughts into the delicate point of his finger. For the first time in his life, he felt a rush of inner energy slowly gathering on the tip of his finger. A few moments passed and a very faint wisp of purple dust started to form into a very tiny sized point. Minutes passed and a small violet ball had formed. A sense of great elation washed through him as he carelessly flicked the purple ball to the air above him.

Watching it carefully as it slowly evaporated into nothing. Thorjen wore a bright smile as he finally found himself able to cultivate. He felt warm tears welled in his eyes. All he could think about was telling all his loved one the good news. But his mind quickly awoke to the reality of his situation. The explosion on the stone bridge and the fall into the dark abyss, subsequently finding himself within this realm. With a prisoner who was sealed away 1000 years ago. There were too many coincidences for this not to be a planned incident. Only trouble now was who would pull off such a thing. And why? He hadn’t hurt anyone. Not in the truest sense that warranted he pay for his mistakes with his life.

Imagining what his mother must be feeling immediately created a deep sense of guilt in his heart.

“Cough-Cough-cough-glergh-cough-chough...argh...ehehe, it seems my time is almost up.”

“H-hey...are you alright.” he asked the extremely pale fellow who had suddenly looked as though all the life had been drained from him.

“Cough! l-listen...now the stage is set. It’s up to you to hone my inheritance into your own...Gyuk-cough-urg...Haha-hey brat I have one final-th-thing...cough-cough!”

Thorjen grimaced, dark blood was pouring out from the guardian of chaos’s mouth. Thorjen hadn’t experienced **** around him before. But something told him Mastramundus was nearing that door. He felt a surprising feeling of lost within his heart. With the time he had spent down here, he had somewhat started to think fondly towards the mysterious fellow.

Mastramundus feebly lifted a single finger and flicked something towards him.

Thorjen was startled as he felt something graze his hand. He turned his palm over and found a piece of paper with the edges burned. But written against it was something he didn't quite understand.

Demon Eyes---->Copy Cat Skill ----> Dark Paralyze ----> Dark Ball ----> Demon Roar -----> Demon Claw -----> Chaos Rend------>Dark destruction of Cosmos

"This...your cultivation techniques?" In response Mastramundus creased a bloody smile.

“ They thought I -I di-didn’t know. That the seal…wouldn’t last…forever.” The decaying figure held out his withered grey hand towards him. Thorjen then saw a set of red runes appearing on the bony fingers. Stretching down his hand and up towards his arms.

“You…you should move away…brat.” Mastramundus creased a bloody smile.

Thorjen briefly paused but then thought otherwise and swiftly rose up to his slightly unstable feet. He retreated away until his back met the fleshy wall on the other side.

“My final teachings…I hope you never have to use this yourself one day.” Thorjen watched in horror as Mastramundus was completely covered in crimson runes.

“10th step…Chaos Rend.”

Azure light flashed across the chains, the silver restraints then started rattling against his limbs and then…

*BOOOOOOOM*

Other POV

After a while Mastramundus lay gingerly against the wall. Thick smoke rising endlessly from his decaying skin. The ends of his robes continued to burn into ash. A crooked smile would gently crease against his pale lips. And yet a profound gaze still remained. He looked towards one side of the sealed realm. The fleshy walls had already started to reseal the gaping hole he had forcefully made, using the Qi he had been slowly purifying for 1000 years. His eyes then trailed up. A small flash of shock appeared in his dreary gaze as he noticed what looked like a burning hole against the ceiling. Mastramundus recalled that brats earlier pathetic show of his power . And he couldn’t help rolling into a hearty throat curdling laughter.