Accidentally Reincarnated in Cultivation World-Chapter 294: Tiān Gōng, The Strongest line of Defense

After some time, when the group had relaxed and begun chatting, Sisu suddenly became the most revered person among them.

And the manager of UFC himself arrived.

He was a haggard young man, bald, with only a small goatee... which twitched and literally grew a few centimeters as he entered.

His entire presence radiated the aura of someone carrying profound regret.

"These are the ones?" he asked, tone heavy with doom as his goatee stretched a bit longer.

The attendant nodded furiously.

The manager sighed deeply.

"What terrible luck..." he muttered.

"We have to use the favor now..."

He straightened, forcing a polite smile.

"Esteemed guests," he began, "your luck is... absurd possibly Heaven favored, because of this opportunity... I must ask that you wait briefly."

He raised a finger.

"The Immortal Level Spirit Chef is not someone who can be summoned on a whim. And as your senior, allow me to remind you whoever arrives, be respectful."

His voice grew grave.

"If they dislike your attitude, you may bid farewell to your cultivation path. UFC will guarantee your lives, of course but your future would effectively end."

He spoke a great deal quickly, then vanished from the room without a sound, as if fleeing from responsibility.

"Damn extra paperwork!" the manager muttered while going.

Tuoba Jun exhaled.

"Well... everyone has their strange quirks."

Shangguan Yan shrugged.

"If we get to eat food made by an Immortal Spirit Chef, I’d say it’s worth it."

The room’s atmosphere grew light again they had just struck the ultimate lottery, after all.

Some time later.

Without anyone noticing, the space around them expanded.

Silently.

Effortlessly.

As though reality itself shifted.

"So you are the lucky people?"

An elderly voice echoed across the room.

Everyone turned sharply.

A silhouette of a middle-aged woman stood there wearing a grand chef’s robe embroidered with shimmering golden flames.

Not a single one of them had sensed her arrival.

Even Yu Xuan.

They were stunned.

Yu Xuan swallowed.

’Is this... the power of Laws?’

The woman’s presence was calm.

And in Yu Xuan’s mind, only one word formed.

Immortal.

Her presence was similar to that of Elder Kun... only deeper.

Her face was partially veiled, obscured by a soft haze of light, but her outline radiated undeniable authority.

The Immortal Chef slowly swept her hidden gaze across the group, evaluating them one by one with a pressure so subtle and immense it made their souls tremble.

"What an odd bunch," the Immortal Chef murmured, her tone neither hostile nor amused, simply stating a fact.

Her presence shifted slightly, becoming warmer.

"Well, it is my responsibility now to provide you with the best food of your lives. So, look forward to it."

"Thank you, Elder," everyone responded respectfully and almost in unison.

She waved a hand gently.

"I have been granted full authority to use any ingredient in the storage. And looking at you all..."

Her gaze swept across them like a divine scan.

"...I suppose I should prepare something truly worth remembering."

As she examined each member of the group, her thoughts flickered silently.

’Two Calamity Serpents...

One artist whose soul-path is unusual...

One with absolute defense...

One who carries himself like a hidden prince...

Three concealing monstrous presence...

Four whose destinies are intertwined...

And this last one... I cannot comprehend him at all.’

Her eyes lingered on Yu Xuan longer than the rest.

’This is... fascinating.’

The corners of her lips lifted slightly.

Because this will be memorable for all of them.

She clapped her hands once, and an entire kitchen appeared behind her, arranged itself into a grand preparation stage.

"Well then," she declared, her voice carrying the weight of ages, "I shall cook for you a meal more delicious than anything you have tasted in your entire lifetimes."

As she began to prepare the ingredients, flames of law danced behind her, spices materialized from spatial rings, and bladed kitchen tools floated like divine weapons.

All the while, unseen by the group, the Immortal Chef continued to study Yu Xuan.

Her instincts as a chef a predator in the realm of ingredients whispered something dangerous:

This boy holds immeasurable value. Not as a guest but as... an ingredient.

She smiled calmly, hiding that thought behind her serene immortal expression.

And began to cook.

***

The heavens are vast.

Even in the Lower Realm, where true Immortals do not exists, the heavens remain unfathomably expansive.

Each galaxy contained at most three Heavenly Worlds, worlds born with their own laws, destinies, and cosmic privileges.

Worlds where cultivators could climb the path to immortality.

And within the Lower Realms alone, there were countless galaxies, countless worlds... countless destinies intertwined in silence.

Yet, among Heavenly Worlds, there existed ranks.

And the rank of one particular world, the Eternal Star Heavenly World remained completely unknown.

Not because it was weak.

But because...

Its people had never expanded beyond their own galaxy.

They simply never left except some who had unknown reasons.

There was no recorded attempt for cosmic exploration beyond.

An entire Heavenly World that remained isolated within a single galaxy.

And in that galaxy.

It was the only Heavenly World present.

A solitary giant in an empty cosmic sea.

Eternal Star Heavenly World — Outer Space.

Two celestial bodies orbited the world.

A golden moon, known as the Yang Moon, and a silver moon, known as the Yin Moon.

Together, they formed the dual moon citadel — Tiān Gōng,

Tiān Gōng, the first and strongest line of defense of the Eternal Star Heavenly World.

On the Yin Moon.

Inside a simple room, an old man sat cross-legged, cultivating silently.

His aura was unfathomable.

Despite the plain room and simple robe, he felt like a living mountain.

However.

His appearance was... eccentric.

Wild beard.

Eyebrows long enough to sweep the floor.

Hair so overgrown it resembled a beast’s mane.

He looked like a hermit who’d forgotten the concept of grooming.

Suddenly.

He opened his eyes.

A ripple passed through space outside their world which only he felt.

’Someone is forcing their way through the Great Heaven-Capturing Net? But... there is no malice?’

Without wasting another breath, he sent a message across the Moons and instantly vanished.

He then reappeared outside their world, drifting in the silent vacuum like a guardian.

There floating effortlessly beyond the planetary barrier, stood a single figure.

She looked normal.

Human.

Old.

Wearing simple robes.

Resting on a cane that vaguely resembled a broom.

But the old man felt something he had not experienced in countless years:

The immediate threat of death.

His heart nearly stopped.

Still, he did not retreat.

He appeared a respectful distance away and bowed deeply.

"Greetings, Senior from the Immortal Realm. May I know the purpose of your visit?"

The old woman turned slowly.

Her calm gaze held enough pressure to crush stars.

Yet her tone was casual.

"How strange..." she murmured.

"Even you are connected to that girl."

She was, The Chaos Heaven Peak Master.

The old man’s brows tightened as he spoke.

"What do you mean by that, Senior? Did you... come across this old man’s relatives somewhere?"

"Hmmm you could say so," the Chaos Peak Master replied with an unreadable expression.

She tapped her cane lightly, and space rippled.

"Actually, I wish to ask for assistance. I am searching for someone a man named Yu Changming, he is the father of my disciple, Yu Lingluo and the parent of another disciple of my sect, Yu Xuan."

The old man froze.

"Yu—"

Before he could speak, space tore silently.

One figure after another materialized.

Not ten.

Not twenty.

But nearly a hundred.

Every one of them radiated suppressed power, no youth, no weakness, no superficial cultivation.

They appeared normal.

But they were anything but.

Each one was a Half-Immortal Ancestor.

A realm only a step below true Immortality.

The Chaos Peak Master’s eyes brightened with interest.

"Oh? How amusing."

She smiled faintly.

"So my instincts weren’t wrong. This world... is not simple at all."

Her gaze swept the group, analyzing.

"I could sense your Heavenly World has intentionally hidden itself, leaving only a few narrow channels of communication. Yet despite that isolation, to produce such an absurd number of Half-Immortals..."

Her eyes narrowed with genuine curiosity.

"...I wonder what method you have. Something different? Something forbidden? Or perhaps... new?"

She paused, tapping her cane lightly.

"But unfortunately, I too am heavily restricted here."

Because she had descended to the lower realm, her cultivation was forcefully sealed.

From her true vast power, Down to Peak Tier 9.

Or in human terms, the Peak of Immortal Ascension Realm.

For her, this was a crippling restriction.

For the hundred Half-Immortal Ancestors present, It meant she was at a massive disadvantage.

One of them, Ming Taishen the Head of Ming Clan, his face sharp yet solemn stepped forward.

"Senior from the Heaven Immortal Sect," he said respectfully but firmly, "your purpose is unknown to us and we have many responsibilities in which cannot take risks. Please take a Dao Oath before further discussion."

His voice carried the weight of a world’s guardian.

"And I know you, too, are heavily suppressed. Let us not make things difficult for each other."

The Chaos Heaven Peak Master stared at him.

Then she laughed softly.

"Fine. I will take the oath."

She raised her cane.

"But in return you will tell me the secret your world is hiding and if not we will become Eternal enemies."

Her tone was casual, almost playful.

But her eyes gleamed with genuine hunger.

Not for conflict...

But for truth.

Because this was the home world of her disciple.

And she had paid an enormous price to descend to the lower realm.

She wanted answers, all of them.