Accidentally Reincarnated in Cultivation World-Chapter 347: Reverse Heaven

In the distance, two Xuans fought side by side, each facing multiple opponents without the slightest hint of retreat.

One of them was Martial Artist Xuan.

He embodied Yu Xuan’s martial inheritance.

[The Formless Martial Path] taken to an extreme.

He was not a conventional cultivator.

Or rather, he did not walk the orthodox road of Qi condensation, realm ascension, and body refinement.

Instead, he followed an ancient, divergent path – one where martial arts themselves were cultivation.

In this path, every punch refined the body.

Every clash tempered the will.

Every battle elevated the mind.

Cultivation was no longer merely about longevity or transcendence, but about perfecting combat itself.

The cost was clear.

This path sacrificed the promise of eternal life.

But in exchange.

It granted terrifying martial power.

Martial Artist Xuan did not know whether immortality awaited him at the end of his road.

He did not care.

What mattered was reaching the absolute end of his path, even if that end was death itself.

Each step he took shattered the ground.

Each strike distorted the air.

His body moved without form, without pattern, without flaw.

Formless.

Unpredictable.

Absolute.

And fighting beside him was another existence entirely.

Sword Supreme Xuan.

Unlike Martial Artist Xuan, this persona embraced one weapon and one weapon alone.

The sword.

Not many weapons.

Not countless styles.

Just the sword taken to its ultimate extreme.

Since ancient times, humanity had revered weapons.

Among them, the simplest and the most enduring were the sword and the spear.

The SS combo!

Across countless worlds and heavens, these two had followed humanity from the age of tribes to the era of immortals.

And in the cultivation world where even belief and symbolism carried power, such weapons did not remain ordinary.

Something had changed.

And something had awakened.

Why humans possessed such an innate affinity for the sword and spear was still a mystery.

But the truth was undeniable.

They resonated with each other.

Sword Supreme Xuan was burdened with a singular, monumental task.

To forge a Supreme Sword Scripture.

Not through meditation.

Not through inheritance.

But through battle.

By clashing with every sword cultivator, enemy and ally alike.

By absorbing techniques, intent, mistakes, and breakthroughs.

By refining victory and defeat into understanding.

Each wound carved wisdom into his soul.

And right now.

Sword Supreme Xuan was still in the process of writing that scripture.

With blood.

And with unyielding intent.

***

Martial Artist Xuan shattered space with a single punch.

The vacuum screamed as his fist tore through it, smashing into a massive demon charging toward him.

The creature towering, muscle-bound, plated in dark scales was sent flying like a broken boulder, tumbling end over end across the battlefield.

Before it could even hit the ground.

Sword Supreme Xuan moved.

Formless sword intent erupted.

There was no visible blade.

Only a thin distortion in the air.

And then the demon was cut apart, its body separating cleanly into countless pieces before gravity even remembered it existed.

Just then, a crimson rock demon roared.

Its body glowed as it raised both arms.

A mountain formed from nothing.

Stone condensed from Qi.

Gravity tripled.

The sky darkened as the mountain collapsed downward, aiming to crush Sword Supreme Xuan into dust.

"Mountain-Splitting Slash," Sword Supreme Xuan muttered calmly – a classic line, spoken without emotion.

The mountain split.

Not cracked.

Split.

From peak to base, it sliced, the colossal mass parted cleanly, the two halves collapsing away from him.

Sword Supreme Xuan didn’t even look back.

His sword intent shifted, locking onto another enemy.

At the same moment, Martial Artist Xuan burst out from within the collapsing mountain itself, stone exploding outward around him. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

He grabbed the rock demon mid-motion.

Hands like iron clamps seized its head.

"Your martial arts aren’t bad," Martial Artist Xuan said evenly, veins pulsing along his arms, "but I guess this is it."

He twisted.

The demon’s head came off.

Still gripping it, Martial Artist Xuan hurled the severed head like a projectile, smashing it straight into a water-spewing demon that had been firing compressed liquid cannons toward him.

Both creatures exploded into blood mist.

Their numbers were terrifying.

Too many.

Far more than the two of them.

So they worked faster.

"I guess it’s not easy, right?" Martial Artist Xuan laughed, his voice steady even as he fought three demons at once, weaving between sneak attacks, claws, venom, and spells as if dancing through chaos.

"Yes," Sword Supreme Xuan replied calmly, cleaving another demon in half and immediately clashing with the next, "it also feels strange... talking to ourselves."

Martial Artist Xuan grinned.

Then his aura surged.

Though he did not cultivate for immortality, though he walked a path that rejected eternity, his presence shook the battlefield.

"Though I do not pursue immortality," Martial Artist Xuan declared loudly, his voice echoing across the blood-soaked land.

"I do not fear death either!"

He stepped forward, blood and Qi swirling around him like a storm.

"Today, I Martial Artist Xuan challenge all of you!"

His gaze swept across the countless demons.

"Take my head if you can. Whoever succeeds will gain the secrets to fighting those above their realm without restrictions!"

Silence.

For one breath.

The battlefield froze.

Every demon looked at him.

Greed ignited.

Because they had seen it.

They had felt it.

These beings were fighting on equal footing, despite lower cultivation.

That defied common sense.

Was it a forgotten ancient technique?

A supreme inheritance?

A treasure beyond imagination?

Reason drowned instantly. And greed swallowed everything.

"HAHA! HE’S MINE!"

"HO! HOW BOLD!"

"DON’T LET HIM ESCAPE!"

Like moths drawn to a blazing sun, demons surged toward Martial Artist Xuan, unleashing hidden trump cards, forbidden techniques, blood sacrifices everything they had been saving.

Sword Supreme Xuan retreated slightly.

Because he knew.

He knew exactly what was about to happen.

Martial Artist Xuan took a deep breath as he saw the horde of demons rush towards him.

He closed his eyes and tried his own self made technique.

Xuan’s Original.

Reverse Heaven – Chapter 1.

Heaven’s Abandonment!