Accidentally Reincarnated in Cultivation World-Chapter 346: Identity: Subordinate of a Black Hearted Person

Chapter 346: Identity: Subordinate of a Black Hearted Person

Mo Wen and Evil Xuan ascended into the upper layers of space, leaving the battlefield below.

Space folded and twisted as Mo Wen made the first move.

"Cage of the Demon."

A massive demonic exoskeleton materialized instantly, forged from condensed black-red Qi.

It wrapped around Evil Xuan’s body from every direction, rib-like bars snapping shut as crushing force bore down not just on flesh, but directly on soul and spirit.

The pressure was suffocating.

Evil Xuan’s body cracked against the invisible weight.

Then.

Crimson mist exploded outward from his pores as his hands formed precise seals.

"Technique Number 101 – Qi Dissipation."

It was a technique of the spirit series, which Yu Xuan used to block the beast tide in the hidden realm.

Then red mist blazed.

For a brief instant, it manifested outward, flooding the upper layer of space like a living domain.

And immediately Qi faltered.

Spiritual energy collapsed.

The surrounding region destabilised as it transformed into a pseudo anti-Qi field, where techniques struggled to form and cultivation advantages were forcibly stripped away.

Evil Xuan coughed violently, dark blood splattering into the void.

This was not a technique meant for prolonged use.

It damaged the user’s meridians.

The demonic cage shuddered.

Cracks spread like spiderwebs.

With a brutal roar, Evil Xuan drove his fist forward.

CRACK—!

The exoskeleton shattered into fragments of collapsing Qi, dispersing into nothingness.

Mo Wen’s eyes gleamed.

"What a splendid technique," he said sincerely.

"Unfortunately... I’ll have to search your brain to obtain it."

His aura surged violently.

Behind him, a towering soul avatar erupted into existence.

A blood-red specter took form – humanoid, vast, and terrifying its eyes burning with demonic intellect.

The avatar hovered behind Mo Wen, radiating soul pressure so intense that if an ordinary Tier Four expert would be present they would feel a chill down their spine.

This was the true mark of a Tier Four cultivator.

The soul made manifest.

Then.

The avatar stepped forward and merged back into Mo Wen’s body.

The fusion was instant.

Blood-red light surged through his veins, veins glowing as if carved into his flesh.

His physique expanded slightly, eyes burning with fused soul-light.

From this moment.

Every movement carried physical force and soul damage.

Every strike threatened both body and soul alike.

A terrifying state.

One where injury meant harm to both flesh and soul simultaneously.

That is why only when Tier 4 cultivators feel a threat to life they take out their soul forms.

But Mo Wen was a demonic cultivator.

Fear had never restrained him.

Below, across the battlefield, the same phenomenon unfolded.

One after another.

Soul avatars manifested.

Demonic figures formed behind their masters, only to collapse inward moments later, merging back into their users.

Bodies ignited from within.

Killing intent took substance.

The battlefield entered a new phase.

***

Dragon Yu looked toward the towering earthworm-like colossus that had taken shape before him.

No.

On second thought.

He would rather be called Dragon Xuan.

For some inexplicable reason, he felt that the name Dragon Yu had already been reserved by someone else.

And it was definitely not for some random carp in the Eastern Garden of the Yu Clan.

[A/N: Little Blue, where are you???]

After marking Long Anming, Yu Xuan had inherited fragments of true draconic characteristics.

More importantly, his bloodline had begun to assimilate the Dragon Connection he had sensed long ago but could never fully grasp.

Yet Long Anming himself was a perfect fusion of two supreme bloodlines.

Yu Xuan, however, was different.

When he attempted to manifest his Dragon Avatar, something unexpected occurred.

Instead of the two dragon bloodlines merging into a single supreme form.

They split.

Cleanly.

Violently.

And then... they evolved.

Rather than diluting each other, their characteristics were individually enhanced, refined to terrifying purity.

This resulted in a peculiar state.

At any given time, Dragon Xuan could only fully manifest the power of one dragon bloodline.

But whichever one he chose would be pushed to its absolute extreme.

The two lineages were, The Destruction Death Dragon Clan and The Heavenly Creation Dragon Clan.

By nature and by instinct.

Dragon Xuan resonated far more deeply with the Heavenly Creation Dragon Clan.

Its authority over creation, restoration, refinement, and order aligned naturally with his temperament.

Yet this dominance caused a secondary mutation.

A dangerous one.

Because how could a bloodline as ancient and violent as the Destruction Death Dragon Clan ever tolerate being overshadowed?

It couldn’t.

Instead of weakening—

It adapted.

The Destruction–Death aspect became compressed, condensed, and refined, turning into something far more sinister than raw annihilation.

It became inevitable destruction.

Not loud.

Not explosive.

A silent end that followed existence itself like a shadow.

Yet the moment this intent fully took shape, something reacted.

The Heavenly Creation Dragon Clan’s bloodline felt provoked.

As if a sovereign had been challenged within its own domain

Golden currents had surged within Dragon Xuan’s veins as the Creation bloodline instinctively pressed down, attempting to suppress its counterpart.

It refused to allow destruction to define the path.

And so began an endless internal chase.

Creation pursued.

Destruction retreated.

Neither yielded.

Neither faded.

They circled each other endlessly within Dragon Xuan’s blood, sharpening one another through conflict.

Dragon Xuan raised his hand

From his palm, a pitch-black miniature dragon coiled into existence – silent, compressed, and terrifyingly dense.

With a flick of his wrist, it shot forward and vanished straight into the gaping maw of the massive earthworm-like demon.

A heartbeat later, Dragon Xuan’s shadow twisted.

A figure that had just arrived in front of him was seized instantly its form locked in place by living darkness.

Before it could even struggle, White-Gold Nirvana Flames erupted, consuming the shadow entity entirely.

But Dragon Xuan’s eyes narrowed.

"An avatar," he muttered coldly.

Without hesitation, he turned toward a distant point in space. A massive arrow of condensed Nirvana Flames formed in midair, its edges shimmering with annihilating heat.

The arrow launched.

AHHHH—!

A shrill, soul-rending scream echoed as the hidden body was pierced and obliterated.

Its physical form was erased, though its soul barely escaped.

"Tsk. Extra work," Dragon Xuan said, displeased.

To his side, the colossal earthworm convulsed violently, its body shattered, its soul exposed and flailing in agony.

Then.

A serpentine creature burst forth nearby, its jaws opening wide as it spat a torrent of venom toward Dragon Xuan.

The poison hissed through the air, potent enough to vaporize Qi itself.

Disgust crossed Dragon Xuan’s face.

He raised his hand casually, stopping the venom mid flight as if catching dust on the wind.

"How dare a lowly thing spit at me," he said, his voice carrying contempt.

Though dangerous, the poison meant nothing to him.

With a thunderous pulse, massive wings unfurled from Dragon Xuan’s back. Draconic features sharpened across his face as he leapt into the air.

Then he opened his mouth.

What followed was not fire.

It was Destruction.

A Dragon’s Breath infused with the essence of the Destruction–Death Dragon Clan erupted forth – black, silent, and absolute.

Death rode within it.

Endings were written into its very flow.

Like black ink being spread in reality.

BOOM!!!

The breath washed over the battlefield.

And the result was simple.

Annihilation.

Nothing remained where it passed – no flesh, no soul.

Only absence.

"Hey! Can’t you see I’m nearby?" a chubby demon protested loudly, hopping in place as if offended.

Despite his rotund appearance, he was anything but ordinary.

Rings, bracelets, chains each piece of jewelry adorning his body was forged from Immortalite, a legendary liquid metal said to condense only within Immortal stars.

Though notoriously fragile, its rarity alone made it priceless.

And each jewellery piece was equipped with precious gems like Eternal Blue sealight stone, Light Absorbing Gold, Evergreen leaf and much more.

And its quantity on his body?

Blatantly absurd.

A walking declaration of wealth.

Dragon Xuan glanced at him, snorted dismissively, and simply turned away changing directions mid-air as if the demon were nothing more than background noise.

Though that single gesture sent a ripple through the surrounding demons.

"OMH... brother actually commands dragons!"

"Impossible. I thought he was bluffing!"

"Isn’t there a saying fake it till you prove it?"

"Why haven’t we heard of such a monster before this battle?"

"This is suspicious... but I don’t think we have the luxury to doubt him."

Murmurs spread as several demons instinctively rallied behind the chubby figure, drawn more by confidence than reason.

The chubby demon puffed out his chest.

"Let’s go," he declared grandly.

"Next, we scare that Death bastard half to death!"

"Shouldn’t we you know... kill the dragon first?" someone asked hesitantly.

"Kill him?" the chubby demon scoffed, waving his jeweled hand.

"Obviously not. How could we stoop to bullying such small fry? That’s beneath this seat!"

He leaned forward, voice lowering conspiratorially.

"Let’s go catch real big fish. And don’t forget whose subordinate I am."

He paused for effect and then continued.

"I serve the most black-hearted person."

Silence.

The surrounding Demon’s thoughts raced.

’So he’s Mo Wen’s right hand...’

’Wan Shou’s personal mascot?’

’Zu Min’s, surely.’

’Yin Hong’s. It has to be.’

Each demon projected their deepest fear onto the title black-hearted, filling the blanks with the name that terrified them most.

None questioned how this mysterious figure had appeared on the battlefield.

Because being the subordinate of a black-hearted person was, in itself, a powerful identity.

The chubby demon’s lips curled upward.

Fatty Scammer Xuan smiled.

No.

The subordinate of a black-hearted person smiled.

Everything was proceeding exactly as planned.

With a jovial wave, he led his followers onward, marching them straight toward their doom.

He would make sure it was painless.

After all, he was a subordinate of a black-hearted person.