Accidentally Reincarnated in Cultivation World-Chapter 326: Mo Lin wants an Ocular Sword Art

The ten figures turned their gazes toward Yu Xuan, faint but unmistakable hatred flickering in their eyes.

Silent Listener’s sudden downfall had shaken them to the core.

He had been a mid Tier Four existence, someone none of them dared underestimate.

Yet he had perished without resistance, without even the chance to struggle.

Among them now, the most were only Peak Tier Three, with a single Early Tier Four expert.

Worse still.

They hadn’t even seen how Silent Listener died.

In their eyes, Mo Lin had simply stood there... and then Silent Listener vanished.

No signs of attack.

No struggle.

To them, Mo Lin had abruptly transformed into a terrifying, unfathomable expert, someone who could kill with a mere glance.

Still reassuring themselves, they attacked Mo Lin.

"Ghost-in-Day Strike!"

"Bone-Piercing Spear!"

"Invisible Technique!"

They moved in unison.

A coordinated assault erupted as demonic arts flared, shadows twisted, and killing intent surged toward Mo Lin from every direction.

Mo Lin froze for a fraction of a second, still struggling to process what had just happened.

His eyes instinctively flicked upward.

And he saw Yu Xuan, descending calmly on a spirit boat like a sovereign arriving late to a battlefield.

But as the attack came, Mo Lin’s confusion vanished.

His expression hardened.

Third Phase — Third Technique: Horizon.

The edge of his sword turned pitch-black.

Space itself seemed to thin around it as terrifying sword Qi erupted outward.

The demons felt it instantly.

Danger.

Pure, instinctive danger.

They retreated at once, but it was too late for three of them.

Mo Lin’s attack cut through their attacks and then their bodies were cleaved cleanly in half, blood spraying across the red land as their upper and lower halves separated mid-motion.

The remaining demons reacted instantly.

One rushed toward the fallen bodies while the others pressed the attack, buying time.

The three weren’t dead, not yet.

But recovery would take time they didn’t have.

Cold resolve flashed through the rescuer’s eyes.

Then he attached some ominous looking Talismans on their bodies.

With a snarl, he hurled the twitching remains straight at Mo Lin.

Mo Lin’s pupils shrank.

In his mind, the old woman’s voice rang out sharply.

’Dodge this.’

"AAAAAAAH—!"

Terrifying screams erupted from the corpses as their Blood Qi and souls were forcibly ignited, transformed into living bombs of resentment and pain.

The explosion was imminent, but it never came.

A figure descended between Mo Lin and the incoming living bomb.

Yu Xuan landed lightly on the ground.

[Telekinesis]

The writhing body parts froze mid air, then reversed direction violently.

The Early Tier Four expert’s eyes widened in pure dread as his own comrades’ remains hurtled back toward him.

BOOOOM!

A deafening explosion tore through the battlefield, swallowing him in blood.

Silence followed.

Then, from within the thinning smoke, a soul shot out violently, howling as it lunged toward another demon.

"What the fuck?!" the demon shouted as the soul tried to latch onto him.

But instead of panic, a twisted smile crept onto his face.

"You idiots," a cold voice rang out nearby, "this isn’t the time to fight among yourselves."

"Say that again, bitch!" the demon roared.

Without hesitation, he activated a soul-sacrifice technique, crushing the incoming soul into raw energy. His aura surged violently, cultivation skyrocketing in an instant as veins bulged across his body.

Meanwhile.

Mo Lin finally managed to breathe.

He turned to Yu Xuan, disbelief still written all over his face.

"Y–Young Master... why did you only show yourself at the very last moment?" he asked carefully.

Yu Xuan glanced at him, then replied calmly.

"The answer is already in your question."

Before Mo Lin could process that Yu Xuan vanished.

In the next instant, he reappeared beside a beast-shaped demon. Without even lifting his hand, [Telekinesis] surged at maximum output.

The demon screamed as his body compressed, bones shattering, flesh folding inward until he was reduced into a grotesque ball of meat that slammed into the ground.

Horror spread across the remaining demons’ faces.

Then.

Clap.

Yu Xuan brought his hands together lightly.

Space itself seemed to lock.

Every demon froze in place, unable to move even a finger.

"All right everyone, playtime’s over." Yu Xuan said pleasantly, smiling wide enough to show his teeth.

"Daddy’s home."

"You bastard!" a demon with a pig’s head roared despite the pressure.

"Are you insulting my father?!"

Yu Xuan paused.

A trace of disappointment crossed his face.

That wasn’t the reaction he was expecting.

Then his golden eyes flared brilliantly.

"Well, not dad then," he corrected lightly.

"Pay respects to this ancestor."

[Immortal’s Gaze] — Domination.

Reality collapsed for the demons.

Their consciousness plunged into absolute darkness, and within that void.

A Supreme Existence gazed down upon them.

And mortals are not meant to look upon Immortals.

So.

"AAAAAAHHH—!!"

Screams ripped through the battlefield as their minds shattered under the pressure.

Yu Xuan watched calmly.

He had considered dragging this out, testing techniques.

But time was precious.

He glanced at the skill description again, thoughts racing.

[Skill: Immortal’s Gaze (SS+) (Upgradable)]

You can briefly overwhelm someone one realm above you. Now grants laser vision, as well as the ability to see through obstacles such as closed doors and even bodies. Use wisely.

The description hadn’t changed.

But its effect had clearly evolved.

Yu Xuan could see it now, clearly.

The demons’ spirits were dissipating, unable to withstand his gaze.

They weren’t fully erased... yet.

’If I remove my spiritual cultivation restriction further, I might erase spirits similar to me outright.’ he thought.

He turned his head slightly.

"Now then," Yu Xuan said casually, "before you all die, how about sharing some information with this ancestor? I promise to kill you cleanly afterward."

Mo Lin stepped up beside him, eyes still wide.

"Y–Young Master... they can’t respond anymore," he said quietly.

Then, unable to hide his excitement, Mo Lin continued.

"By the way... what was that technique? An ocular art? Maybe I should learn one too, an eye-based sword technique..."

Yu Xuan didn’t answer, but the idea of ocular sword technique sounded quite interesting.