Accidentally Reincarnated in Cultivation World-Chapter 320: The God-Weeping Sovereign

This land was ancient, situated in the far northern reaches of the Mini Heaven Immortal Sect.

Long before disciples ever set foot here, a local mountain spirit had been born from the slow accumulation of heaven and earth essence—

Master Zhi paused and waved his hand dismissively.

SKIP

Hundreds of years of history vanished in an instant.

The scenery shifted, time folding over itself until it reached the moment Yu Xuan entered the hidden realm.

Old Zhi had no interest in mundane history.

After all, he was older than this land itself.

He watched calmly as Yu Xuan stepped into the hidden realm alongside the Numbers, all dressed in black. Soon after, six more figures followed at a distance.

Master Zhi barely spared them a glance.

"They don’t look like thieves," he muttered.

Only Yu Xuan’s group moved with the deliberate efficiency of plunderers.

From the outer regions to the inner domain, they swept through the land without restraint – harvesting, looting, and stripping the realm bare.

Especially that Number Three.

Master Zhi’s gaze lingered briefly.

"That race..." he murmured.

"Notorious hoarders."

His interest deepened as the scene progressed, following them until they reached the Central Vein of Heaven and Earth.

Then came the confrontation.

Yu Xuan versus the mountain spirit.

The battlefield erupted – talismans, isolating formations, and then...

Chibi Yu Xuans.

Hundreds of them.

Master Zhi’s brow twitched.

"Is this child a genius of the Spirit Path or an idiot?" he muttered.

Yu Xuan’s true face was completely exposed, no concealment, no restraint.

Then Daoist Burger arrived.

Master Zhi’s gaze sharpened as he analyzed Yu Xuan more carefully.

And then—

Just as the barrier crumbled.

Yu Xuan looked directly at him.

Not with golden eyes.

But black and white.

[A/N: This really happened in Ch 304.]

Master Zhi inhaled sharply.

"Hooo..."

Now that was interesting.

"This child doesn’t even realize what he’s seeing," Master Zhi thought, eyes gleaming.

"Yet he instinctively reacted to the karma I used to observe him."

A low, creaking laugh escaped his lips.

"Hohohoho..."

Daoist Burger shuddered.

"Old man!" the hamster snapped angrily.

"Where is that person?!"

Only in this state of fury would Daoist Burger dare call his master old man, a mistake he would regret later.

"Xiao Qiu," Master Zhi said calmly, "don’t worry. I’ll make an exception."

The hamster froze.

"I will null this mission by my authority."

"W-WHAT?! Really?!" Daoist Burger exclaimed in joy, then hesitated.

Something felt... wrong.

There was no way his master was doing this simply out of affection. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

A chill crept up his spine.

"But... why?" he asked in a much smaller voice.

Master Zhi smiled faintly.

"I saw something interesting," he said.

"Something I haven’t seen in a very long time."

He turned his gaze away from the fading vision.

"Anyway," he added casually, "what major incidents occurred while I was in seclusion?"

"...I don’t know," Daoist Burger admitted awkwardly.

He had been in this hidden realm the entire time, so he had no knowledge of the sect’s current affairs.

Master Zhi nodded thoughtfully.

"Alright, then it seems you require discipline."

"U-uaaah—!!"

Before the hamster could protest, space twisted.

And just like that, both master and disciple vanished from the hidden realm.

***

Fallen Heavens, Great Ascension Continent.

This was the continent that had descended into the Lower Realm in direct opposition to the Heaven Immortal Sect.

No single ruler governed the Great Ascension Continent.

Yet paradoxically, one absolute clan existed above all others.

Until now, that clan had remained silent.

Its stillness alone was enough to keep the entire continent in check.

Across the vast landmass, territories were divided according to race — demonic species, ancient bloodlines, abyssal beasts, and myriad races existing in the fallen Heavens.

Certain regions were deliberately left unclaimed.

These were neutral grounds.

Places for interaction.

Places for slaughter.

Here, geniuses from the Lower Realms and even descendents of the Immortal Realms clashed in bloody conflict.

Compared to the Heaven Immortal Sect’s controlled trials and measured competition, battles in the Fallen Heavens were merciless.

Death was not an outcome.

It was an expectation.

Such was the nature of the Fallen Heavens.

And soon—

A meeting will be convened.

Representatives of numerous races will gather, each carrying authority backed by blood and war.

The summon will come from the Heavenly Demons.

And that alone was enough.

The Heavenly Demons possessed strength, heritage, and terror sufficient for even the most arrogant races to give them face.

For when the Heavenly Demons called a meeting.

It meant the balance of the Lower Realms was about to shift.

After all, they were the ones who had pushed the initial plan forward.

***

Land of the Heavenly Demons.

Within their dominion, deep inside a grand palace forged of black obsidian and divine metals, a report was being delivered.

The palace itself radiated overwhelming pressure.

Every pillar was carved with scenes of extinction.

Every wall echoed with the wails of conquered worlds.

At the very center—

A throne made from countless golden skulls loomed above all.

Each skull once belonged to a god.

Seated upon it was a being whose true form could not be clearly perceived.

Those who managed to glimpse him, even for a moment felt their souls tremble.

He was known by a single title.

The God-Weeping Sovereign.

"...Currently, we have traced the karmic connection of the Martial Ancestor’s disciple twice," the reporting figure said cautiously, kneeling low.

"This was accomplished using the treasure you personally provided—"

"How are the results?"

The God-Weeping Sovereign’s voice cut through the report before it could finish.

It was calm.

Yet the speaker’s body stiffened instantly, blood seeping from the corners of his mouth.

"...Incomplete," the voice continued after a brief silence.

"We attempted divination to determine the disciple’s next location, but the protection around him is... abnormally great. We suspect that the Martial Ancestor himself protected that child."

The Sovereign did not move.

But the skulls beneath him faintly resonated, as if responding to his mood.

"However," the reporter hurriedly added, "for the upcoming gate manifestations, I have devised an alternative strategy."

He swallowed.

"We will artificially raise the difficulty of the new gates to Tier Four. At the same time, we will secretly deploy geniuses of our race, along with select elites from allied races, once the disciple’s location is confirmed."

A pause.

"This will force confrontation under the guise of natural progression, so the pressure from the other side will be less."

"And for this to start..."

The reporter said carefully, "...we require approval from the Grand Council."