Why kill? Isn't it just because I want to kill? (Trial seeking collection!)

Returning to his small courtyard in a hurry, Chen Chu casually set up a restriction. His consciousness returned to his sea of consciousness. Looking at the blood-red treasure bead, he reached out and tapped it lightly. With a flash of white light, when Chen Chu opened his eyes again, he had already arrived in Slaughter City.

He briefly scanned the situation inside. People were still dueling in the purgatory arena, and the King of Slaughter was still sitting on his chair, drinking a Bloody Mary, listlessly watching the fight below.

Seeing that everything was running as usual, Chen Chu nodded with satisfaction. He selected the purgatory option and once again arrived in front of the Nine-Layered Purgatory Tower beneath the lava.

He remembered that the first time he came, it was indicated that the requirement to open this tower was the Nine Asura Trials. But now he had already reached the cultivation of a Soul Emperor, and his Martial Soul had evolved to the level of a super Martial Soul or even a God-tier Martial Soul. However, the Asura God's inheritance still showed no signs of activation, which puzzled him.

He was sure he had a divine trial inheritance, otherwise, the Asura God wouldn't have left him this bead and said those words, unless he was out of his mind.

"Could there be some other condition or requirement that I haven't met yet?"

Chen Chu murmured to himself, looking at the purgatory tower in front of him.

He then walked around the Nine-Layered Purgatory Tower a few times, occasionally touching the tower body. The tower seemed to be cast from rock and some kind of refined iron. It felt extremely cold to the touch and could also block Soul Power. Even his Soul Emperor-level Soul Power couldn't penetrate it.

"When the Asura God left the bead, he only said to hold the Slaughter Blood Bead and wield the authority of Slaughter City. He didn't mention anything else."

He scratched his head in annoyance. He remembered that the first time he came, the tower door was tightly shut, and the ancient patterns carved on it seemed to be dim and lifeless. But looking at it now, the patterns seemed brighter than before, as if a faint energy was flowing within them.

"Could it be!..."

Chen Chu's eyes darted around. He reached out and tried to inject his Soul Power into the tower body, but when it touched the patterns, the injected Soul Power was repelled by a strange energy, leaving his wrist slightly numb.

"It's not about Soul Power?" He frowned in confusion, then remembered his Martial Soul. The Asura God must have given him the inheritance out of respect for his Martial Soul. Why not use his Martial Soul?

He hadn't used it in Slaughter City since his Martial Soul transformed. At this moment, with a thought, he felt there was a possibility. The dark golden phantom of Sagros unfolded behind him, exuding the unique pressure of a high-level Martial Soul.

But the tower body still showed no reaction.

"Something's not right."

Suddenly, as if seeing something, Chen Chu squatted down and stared at a groove at the base of the tower. The groove was not large, and its shape looked somewhat familiar, like the outline of a spherical object.

His heart stirred, and he quickly took out the blood-red treasure bead. As soon as the bead left his sea of consciousness, it began to heat up. The blood-colored patterns on its surface gradually aligned with the ancient patterns on the tower, like two puzzle pieces about to fit together.

He placed the treasure bead into the groove, and with a "click," it fit perfectly.

Immediately, all the ancient patterns on the tower lit up. Red light flowed along these patterns, covering the entire ancient tower. The surrounding lava also quieted down significantly, no longer boiling and splashing sparks as before.

"Did it work?" Chen Chu stood up and watched as the tower door slowly opened with a "rumble." There was no light inside, only a stronger "killing intent and blood aura" than outside wafted out.

When this blood-and-killing aura reached him, it didn't make him feel uncomfortable. Instead, it felt like it had found a home and burrowed into his body through his Martial Soul phantom. His Soul Power seemed to stabilize as well.

Sensing this anomaly, he lifted his leg, about to step inside, when a voice suddenly came from above. It wasn't the gloomy tone of the King of Slaughter, but carried a hint of majesty, as if it came from a great distance: "My inheritor, you have found the treasure bead, but you do not understand the 'True Meaning of Slaughter.' How dare you enter the tower?"

Chen Chu looked up but saw no one. Only the eyes of the Asura God statue on the tip of the tower lit up.

"True Meaning of Slaughter?" He was stunned. "Isn't it just winning battles in Slaughter City? I've won quite a few matches before."

"That is 'killing,' not the 'True Meaning'," the voice sounded again, with a hint of helplessness. "You kill your enemies, but have you ever asked yourself why you kill? Is it for self-preservation? To become stronger? Or to protect?"

These words stumped Chen Chu. When he fought in Slaughter City before, either others provoked him first, or he killed people himself to get used to the killing aura. Did killing require understanding? Were they treating him like a liberal arts student?

He touched his chin, recalling that in the outside world, he had to act several times for self-preservation. The "killing" back then and the "killing" in Slaughter City seemed the same, didn't they? Both were for self-preservation.

"Why kill? Kill those who offend me, kill those who are detrimental to me, kill those I desire to kill. What explanation is there for this!"

Chen Chu didn't think too much about it. In a fantasy world, when did killing require a reason? He wasn't some kind of righteous gentleman.

As soon as Chen Chu spoke, the eyes of the Asura God statue on the tower's tip suddenly flickered. The previously gentle red light instantly became sharp, staring at him.

The majestic voice also turned cold: "Kill if you want to kill? If so, what's the difference between you and those bloodthirsty lunatics in Slaughter City? How can my inheritance be given to a mere butcher?"

"What's wrong with being a butcher?" Chen Chu retorted. "In this Slaughter City, if you don't kill, you'll be killed. If I were soft-hearted, I would have become a stepping stone for others long ago, and I wouldn't be standing here talking to you."

He raised his hand and patted the tower body, causing the red light on it to tremble. "Besides, have you, this Asura God, never killed the innocent? Don't talk to me about 'True Meaning.' This is who I am."

"You!" The voice seemed to be angered, and the lava around the purgatory tower suddenly churned, constantly splashing sparks.

Seeing this, Chen Chu raised an eyebrow and said in surprise, "What? Are you going to resort to force, Your Excellency? Is this the demeanor of an Asura God?"

The statue remained silent for a moment. The red light gradually softened, and the voice returned to its previous majesty. "You are honest, but honesty does not equate to correctness. You say, 'Kill those who offend me.' What if it's your enemy's child, a naive child who has committed no crime? Would you still kill them?"

"A child?" Chen Chu was stunned for a moment, then his gaze became firm again. "Naturally. Anyone with a brain knows that wild fires cannot be extinguished completely and will return with the spring breeze. Do you want to leave trouble for yourself?"

What a joke, to ask him such an unintelligent question. As someone who had read extensively about historical allusions, he deeply understood the harm that could be left behind by not completely eliminating enemies. It wasn't just him who understood this; everyone did, and they might act even more ruthlessly.

Given everyone's desire for cultivation, if cultivation were possible, then out of 1.4 billion people, 1.39 billion would be evil cultivators or demonic cultivators. He himself would be no exception.