All Chapters of The Cultivator's Revenge: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Night slowly descended upon the Silent Valley. The wind carried the sound of a flute from the top of a distant tower, an old song once played only for victories in war.Orion stood on his tower balcony, the Ashura token glowing faintly in his hand. He gazed at the star-studded sky, where mountains lined up like silhouettes of ancient giants.“May the war gods protect you, Rayden,” he whispered. “Because now, you’re truly alone.”But as he turned around, the token in his hand trembled softly. A red light pulsed from a tiny crack on its surface, forming a symbol he had never seen before.Orion’s eyes widened. “Rayden, what are you doing out there?”***Thousands of miles away, in the Ancient Ruins of Zha’mar.Rayden opened his eyes. His meditation shattered by the same vibration.The air in the stone chamber was cold and heavy, as though carrying the memories of the entire Duskar bloodline. He inhaled deeply, his breath echoing against moss-covered walls.“Someone is calling me,” he sai

The last red light that had ignited the sky finally faded. The Zha’Mar Desert fell silent, the ruins that once devoured thousands of lives now reduced to dust.At the edge of that barren stretch, far from the heart of the ruins now swallowed beneath the sand, a strange circle formed on the ground—remnants of a blood formation not yet fully extinguished. From its center, Rayden’s trembling body slowly emerged.“Father...” The whisper slipped out between broken breaths.Behind him, the desert reflected the faint glow of what remained of the vanished ruins, a sign that everything beneath had truly ended.“So this is what it feels like to be born from fire?”He lowered his gaze to his own hands. The veins beneath his skin glowed faintly, like tiny streams of magma, calm yet never extinguished. Every heartbeat felt like a small explosion in his chest. He felt his blood running fast, but it felt foreign too heavy, too hot, too alive.In the sand before him, the Black Sun Blade stood buried,

“You inherited his blood, but you have not become him. You are merely a man with fire in his veins, not the fire itself.”Rayden didn’t answer. He simply tightened his grip on the hilt of the Black Sun Sword on his back, and as the blade slid free, the sea of fire beneath their feet trembled. The air pulsed. Time seemed to slow.“Then show me,” Rayden said quietly. “What makes a god worthy of being called a god.”The fire of the Third Sky erupted. Kavros stepped forward, and the fiery ground beneath him rose, forming a massive spear. He swung it with almost no movement, yet the force struck Rayden like a collapsing mountain.Rayden blocked it with his blade. The explosion of spicerermony split the sea of fire into a giant vortex. His body was pushed back dozens of steps, but his eyes didn’t waver.Every time his heart beat, his emotions created new shapes in the air. His anger produced wild blades of fire that shot out uncontrollably. His fear created shadowy chains that wrapped aroun

Rayden looked at the sword in his hand. The blade was no more than half, but its heat felt as if it came from the world’s core. The sky above him trembled. A massive crack appeared in the air, and from the rift descended streaks of light like golden lightning.A heavy voice echoed from above.“The third trial awaits you, Heir. But be warned, the next one may be something you cannot fight.”Rayden looked up at the sky, blood dripping from his temple, yet a faint smile appeared on his face. “In that case, let me try.”The sky opened, and the light struck downward, swallowing him entirely.From the rift, particles of white flame fell slowly, then pooled into a glowing liquid beneath his feet. The water was calm, yet it reflected something more alive than light itself.“You have conquered anger,” a soft voice echoed through the air, cold and faceless, “You have accepted wounds. But can you bear yourself?”Rayden fell silent. Sweat and blood dripping from his body vanished when they touche

Rayden closed his eyes. His blood trembled. Inside him, two great currents surged, the Sacrificial Blood of the Duskar family and the War Blood of the First God.Two forces that should cancel each other out, yet now danced within the same body.The air shook violently. The Third Heaven manifested a giant light above his head. From within that light, a majestic figure slowly descended. Tall, clad in armor of fire, eyes burning like two stars born from the void.The spirit of the first God of War. He stared at Rayden for a long moment, then smiled faintly. “You have surpassed the boundary of blood, Rayden Kalesvara Duskar.”“But remember, the blood of Gods is an endless fire. If not guarded, it will burn your world.”Rayden met his gaze, calm but sharp. “Then let this fire become light for those still fighting.”The god was silent for a moment, before his voice softened. “You speak like him.”“Who?”“Arion Duskar.”Rayden held his breath. A slow smile appeared.“I’m only continuing his