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Before ascending to the Godly Realms Shura had decided that this would be the final stretch of his journey. If there were higher realms to ascend to, or more places to explore, then he wouldn't go. From the experience he had of crossing through from the Lower Realm to the Higher Realm, and then even coming here to the Godly Realms, it had told him that no matter where it was, people still lived the same way. Nothing had really changed for him by crossing through many levels of cultivation or traveling through many places.

He would not have truly lived or enjoyed life by constantly being on the move with his eyes ever turned toward the distant future full of dreams and yearnings. That future would always remain a future after all.

Countless people were blinded by the promise or the possibility of eternal life, or omniscience and omnipotence that they forgot what was in front of them. In their frenzied journey for a higher peak, and then even a higher peak, and then the highest peak, they became blind to the things that already existed in front of them: to truly live the life that was already there.

Shura was guilty of this. Although he was thankful he had realized it early on and didn't have to waste many years.

All of that stuff about immortality or omnipotence was a far away thing, nothing but an illusion people chase after that might not ever come true. Shura didn't want to live like that. Rather than chasing after something that might not be real but is desirable, he was content with living with what he already possessed.

Shura had appeared in an alley. The high buildings on either side cast shadows on him and the ground, causing the alley to be dark. He could see that people were yelling and running on the street beyond the alley. It seemed like they were running away from something.

Those that were slow were cut down by swordsmen in black-and-white robes. Not even the children or elderly were spared. There weren't a lot of these swordsmen compared to the endless stream of fleeing people. They must be more powerful than these people if the people were fleeing even though they outnumbered the swordsmen.

Shura activated his eye technique. It told him that these swordsmen could bring him closer to finding Claira.

Shura immediately left the alley and walked up to the group of swordsmen. With something this direct, there was bound to be a clue. He was eager to finally learn about Claira's whereabouts. It was something that he had kept in mind for so long that he was very eager to finally do something about it.

The swordsmen were all busy finishing off the stragglers who couldn't get away in time. The scene was gruesome and the ground was dyed red with blood. None of the swordsmen had clean swords either.

”Do any of you know of a woman called Claira?” Shura asked.

Shura decided that it was best to keep it simple and terse, so he got to the point.

”You don't?” the swordsman nearest to him asked back. He had an incredulous look on his face like Shura had been living in the wilds and away from civilization to not know the identity of the person he was asking about.

”Ah, so you do know her. Good, very good, tell me everything you know.”

”Fool, why would I waste my breath on a dead man?” the swordsman said.

”A dead man, me? You think you can kill me?” Shura asked.

”I don't think I can kill you, I'm gonna kill you!” the swordsman said as he rushed at Shura with his sword.

”Resolving things with violence again... Alright, let's get this over with quick.”

The over ten swordsmen rushed toward Shura with their blood-stained swords. There were screams and cries in every direction. These swordsmen can't be the only one involved in this. They must have more of them throughout the city.