Chapter 633: Chapter 633: Cultivate Warrior Spirit

Their eyes lit up as Lavender spoke the name of the treasure. If they could collect this treasure, then that would surely mean... Could it be?

Adolph, the owner of this gate, had nature under his thumb, which meant this treasure must undoubtedly be at the sacred level at least. Treasures above this level had never appeared on the Sea God Continent.

However, Lavender's next words doused their hope, as if being drenched in ice cold water. “Don't even think of refining the Gate of Samsara! It's of no use. Leave alone you guys, even Amber won't be able to do it.”

“Why?” Fabian asked.

Lavender ignored his question and only said, “Try it and you'll know.”

Admittedly, temptation of the Gate of Samsara was too great for everyone, including Fabian. If they could bring the gate back, it would, without a doubt, be the most precious treasure of their clan.

Fabian and Jarrod didn't believe Lavender and walked on towards the gate.

Esther also wanted to give it a try, but Lavender was her queen, and she didn't doubt what Lavender had said. If Lavender said that the gate couldn't be taken away, that was it. Esther contained the impulse to try refining it in her heart.

As Fabian and Jarrod walked towards the gate, they saw that the words on the gate became bigger and bigger.

Each of these words gave out a blinding aura. Only then did they realize that this was precisely why it was extremely difficult to approach the gate.

“It's strange! Really strange!” Fabian exclaimed.

The gate had been standing there for years. The aura of the words written on it was constantly weakening with the passage of time. But it still was frightening. Just a few words, without any visible source of power being poured into them, made it difficult for Fabian and Jarrod to advance.

They couldn't help but wonder about how powerful the owner of the gate was.

It took Fabian and Jarrod quite a few minutes to get close to the gate. They were already sweating profusely as they gasped for breath.

“This gate is so weird!”

“But we're finally here!”

They rested for a while, during which, both of them were preoccupied with their own thoughts. Zen was also here, and the woman who had presented herself as his sword spirit had said that no one could refine the gate. If they made it, they could take it away. This thought excited them, and they itched to try it out.

“I'll go first,” Fabian said, his jaw set and fists clenched. He also knew that it wouldn't be easy to refine this gate, so he cut open his fingertip and used his own blood to assist in the refinement.

Not far away, Zen looked at the sarcastic expression on Lavender's face and said, “You should give them a clear explanation.”

“What else should I explain? I've already warned them, but they just don't listen.” Lavender shook her head before she continued, “It's useless!”

Yolande also shook her head but remained silent. She also knew that it was wishful thinking to expect to refine this gate. But she was unemotional, quiet, and reserved. Even if she knew that no one would succeed, she wouldn't remind them. Ṟ𝐀ΝƟВЕs

Fabian made a great effort to establish a connection with the gate using his own blood. However, the moment the connection worked, an invisible repulsive force shot out from the gate.

The force was so powerful that it pushed Fabian away and he fell heavily to the ground.

Fortunately, the force had done nothing more than push him away. If it had been used with the intent to kill, then he would have been killed hundreds of times.

“Are you alright?” Jarrod asked, concerned. Looking at Fabian's sorry state, he knew that there was no point trying anymore.

After escaping death, Fabian became more determined. He jumped up from the ground and with a disbelieving look, said angrily, “I can't believe this! But I know that I must take this gate back today!”

The moment he uttered the last word, he rushed ahead again and tried to put the gate into his space ring.

The space ring contained the power of infinite space. But it was made of material and was different from the Space Law that most martial artists had comprehended. Fabian wanted to use the ring's power of space to take the gate.

As long as he could get it back, he would have plenty of opportunities to refine it. Even if he couldn't refine it, it would be a sacred object in the sacred place. This was exactly his plan.

“He won't make it,” Lavender said.

Yolande gently shook her head. As she stared at the words on the gate, grief came in waves.

As Fabian tried to suck the gate into his space ring, a crack appeared on his ring. Surprised, he cried out before hurriedly throwing his ring away.

Whirling... Bang!

His ring spun several times before it suddenly exploded. At the same time as it exploded, a small spatial vortex appeared, swallowing up the ring before finally completely disappearing.

“Oh no! My space ring!” Fabian cried out again. He wanted to sob but no tears came out.

The space within the space ring wasn't always stable. Most space rings had a time limit, and some could only last five to ten years after being forged. These were low grade space rings, and their space was extremely small.

The space ring that Zen had gotten from Evil Lan was a low grade one. Because its space wasn't stable enough, after several years, the Sumeru Space would collapse and everything stored within would vanish like smoke.

On the other hand, the space ring that Letitia had given Zen was pretty good. The space inside was more than a hundred times larger and was much more stable. The Sumeru Space within would not collapse for at least fifty or even a hundred years.

Fabian's space ring was about the same grade as Zen's. All his things were stored inside. He had forcefully used his space ring in the hope of absorbing the Gate of Samsara. But what he hadn't expected was that his ring would be directly activated by the gate, causing the ring to collapse.

“Serves you right,” Lavender sneered.

Zen put up his hands, as if to indicate people to leave him out. He was not going to get involved in this.

“My Queen, what is the use of this gate if it cannot be taken away?” Esther asked Lavender.

Lavender smiled mysteriously and said, “Although it cannot be taken away, it is very useful to you.”

“What? Why?” Zen chipped in.

“As its name, the Gate of Samsara, suggests, one of its most important abilities is to let you experience the endless cycle of birth and suffering and death and rebirth. It can cultivate your warrior spirit,” Lavender answered.

“It can cultivate warrior spirit?” Esther, Zen, and the others felt that was rather inconceivable.

“Yes!” Lavender nodded.

Warriors of the Lower World like Zen, Esther, and Fabian felt that the warrior spirit had to be slowly sharpened. They had to constantly take blows, exert themselves, and stabilize their spirit. This was a method for a warrior to temper his spirit, and also a process for a young warrior to mature slowly.

But in the final analysis, the warrior spirit was only a part of their personality. To put it bluntly, it was their spirit. How could they cultivate it? Zen and the others couldn't figure it out at all.

Looking at their disbelieving faces, Lavender said, “In the Upper World, all kinds of cultivation methods are unimaginable. Since the Gate of Samsara is here, I think Yolande wouldn't mind if you enter to cultivate. Am I right, Yolande?”

The confusion increased. What was Yolande's part in entering the Gate of Samsara? Lavender's words were baffling and didn't seem to make sense.

But Yolande nodded cautiously and said, “You're right. I don't mind letting you in.”

“You don't?” Esther stared at Yolande in bewilderment. “You're the owner of the gate?”

Yolande didn't reply, and Lavender didn't seem to have any intention of explaining to them.

However, according to Lavender, this gate was magical and could not be taken away, which was why, despite their doubts, they would not let go of this opportunity to cultivate.

Spirit could only be tempered by warriors' experiences, and it was related to warriors' growing environment and how they saw the world.

For example, a talent who grew up without obstacles was spoken highly of and seldom encountered problems in his training. But his spirit was very fragile, and he was vulnerable to heavy blows. Once he became frustrated, it was very likely that he would never rise again and be a warrior.

But if he could withstand the blows, he would become more mature, tenacious, and confident.

The spirit could be sharpened by repeated attacks, which was inevitable for the growth of warriors.

The opportunity to sharpen the spirit was a matter of chance rather than choice. Even a minor mistake would bring about great negative effects. So it was strange to hear that they could cultivate their spirit.

“I'll go inside first,” Fabian said, taking the lead and walking up to the gate.

It was difficult to collect the gate, but there was no prohibition on doing so. Fabian pushed at it lightly and it swung open.

There was a small whirlpool in the middle of the gate, moving slowly anticlockwise.

“Is it dangerous?” The scene worried Fabian, but he knew that caution was important for safety. Yolande and Lavender seemed to know the origin of the gate, but no one knew what danger was waiting for them.

Lavender shook her head. “Not at all. You can go in.”

Fabian nodded and continued to walk ahead. As soon as he stepped into the whirlpool, a golden light flashed, in which everyone felt the passage of time.

“It's the Time Law,” said Zen, staring at the light.

It was not some low level Time Law that could be ignored, but a high layer one. No one could explain its mystery.

After all, the warriors on the Sea God Continent could only comprehend the first or the second layer of the Time Law. In the Central Region, no one could comprehend the Time Law. Compared with the Space Law, the Time Law was rarer and more mysterious.

The light on the Gate of Samsara flickered slowly. They thought they would have to wait for a long time, maybe a day or even a few days. After all, cultivation speed was known to be slow. Some cultivation methods needed many years. Only after decades or hundreds of years could warriors reach the peak.

Fortunately, they were not pressed for time in the Dark Nether Cave. The Dark Nether Death Light wouldn't be weakened until about a month later.

However, they didn't expect to see Fabian come out of the gate after just a few seconds.

“How did he come out so quickly?”

“What could he have cultivated in such a short time?”

“Maybe it has something to do with the Time Law. It's a mysterious law, so it may be able to shorten the time to the extreme. Maybe a long time has passed behind the gate.”

“Fabian, say something! Don't keep us guessing!”

Only then did they notice that Fabian was standing in front of the gate, staring straight ahead, stunned.

“What is he doing over there? Is he scared silly?” Jarrod walked quickly to Fabian and waved his hand in front of him. Fabian swatted Jarrod's hand away and said, “Don't touch me. I'm thinking.”

“Thinking? Right here?” Jarrod was confused. “What is behind the Gate of Samsara? Looks like it makes people foolish!”

“I'm not a fool!” Fabian said hotly but eventually rolled his eyes and pulled Jarrod aside. “You can go in too. I have learned a lot inside!”

“What the heck!” Jarrod muttered. Fabian looked normal after coming out of the gate, but Jarrod had found some subtle changes on him. His eyes, for example, had become more intense.

Jarrod and Fabian were like brothers, so Jarrod knew that Fabian wouldn't harm him. With this confidence and without hesitation, he stepped into the gate.

A few seconds later, Jarrod came out of the gate. Like Fabian, his eyes had dulled. He murmured, “What a surprise.”

Neither Yolande nor Lavender spoke. They seemed to know what had happened.

Esther and the other two top-level war lords of the Demon Night were puzzled. This behavior from Fabian and Jarrod was only piquing their curiosity about the Gate of Samsara.

Esther took a step forward and entered the gate.

When she came out, her eyes were calm as water but like black pearls that glowed faintly. Then, without a word, she walked up to stand beside Lavender, silent.

Next, the two top-level war lords of the Demon Night entered the Gate of Samsara one after the other.

Zen was the last one to enter.

Zen had also asked Lavender what the gate was about. She had smiled faintly but hadn't answered his question. She just told him that he would understand everything after he went inside.

It wasn't long before it was Zen's turn.

He stopped at the gate and looked around before stepping into it.

The raging Time Law wrapped him up. He now felt that time here seemed to stop. All the voices disappeared and he was left alone in the darkness.

Zen was also very interested in learning about how to cultivate his spirit. As the name of the gate suggested, it must have something to do with the circle of life.

Compared with learning about luck, it was even more difficult to know whether people would be reincarnated after they died. It was simply impossible to determine whether they would have a next life.

It was said that after death, people would be put through the six great divisions in the wheel of karma and go to Avici Hell. But the question was, where were the six great divisions in the wheel of karma? And where was this perdition?

The last time Zen practiced the Stellar Body, he had traveled through the universe with his consciousness, saw the true face of the world, and greatly broadened his vision. However, he also understood that what he had seen was only the tip of the iceberg. The universe had endless mysteries and it would take him many years to explore every one of them.

Perhaps the process of exploration was the significance of life.

As Zen thought through this, he spotted a huge golden spiral in front of him. He was then sucked into it and his surroundings changed gradually.

“Where am I?” Zen muttered, unable to believe his eyes.

He found himself in gold armor, standing on the wall of the Burning Sky Imperial Capital, holding a golden machete and looking into the distance.

“My hands and feet are out of control.” He subconsciously wanted to move but failed.

He then involuntarily waved his machete and roared at the front, "My dear generals and soldiers, the Burning Sky Imperial Capital has been destroyed. After I ascend the throne, I'll rule the city with you all!

“Charge!”

Beneath the wall, many soldiers in gold armor charged towards the Burning Sky Imperial Capital.

Fire beacons could be seen everywhere within the Imperial Capital and blood was flowing on the ground like water.

As Zen looked around, puzzled, dozens of emerald green lights suddenly rose in the sky before him. The first person to come into view was Aura.

Many martial artists who were at the Internal Elixir Realm stood beside Aura.

“Zen Luo, you traitor! The Burning Sky Palace will kill you no matter what price we may have to pay!”

Aura, along with the martial artists at the Internal Elixir Realm, surrounded Zen like a stream of inescapable light.

Zen laughed wildly. He waved his golden machete and ran ahead to meet the attack. The two sides began to fight fiercely.

Zen was in the body that charged, but he couldn't control what he said or what he did.

He only knew that he had become a traitor to the Burning Sky Empire and was about to usurp the state power. If he defeated the people in front of him, he would be able to rule the empire and become a new emperor in the Eastern Region.

“Is this what happened in the past? Or is it a dream?”

Zen calmly watched the fierce battle in front of him. Like an outsider, he watched the drama unfold.