Accidentally Reincarnated in Cultivation World-Chapter 349: ALL HAIL XX
Death.
And the end of life.
To most beings, they sounded the same.
But the intent, the weight, the meaning behind them were fundamentally different.
Life and Death though the two sides of a coin, gave various experiences to the one experiencing it.
And in Cultivation World, sometimes even death may not be the end, but the start of a new beginning.
The battlefield was now drowned in dense, suffocating Death Qi.
It pressed down on everything – air, fallen energy, flesh, spirit, like an invisible hand closing around the throat.
Even demons.
Even devils.
No matter how they are, death was still something to be avoided.
And now.
They were facing it incarnate.
A Grim Reaper had descended.
Death Xuan.
He stood calmly amid the spreading darkness, clad in an all-black outfit – clearly borrowed from Number One, though altered just enough to feel personal.
The outfit fluttered slightly despite the absence of natural wind, its edges dissolving into misty shadows.
In his hands rested a classic scythe.
Simple and Elegant.
But the most unsettling part was not the weapon.
It was his eyes.
They were not hollow.
Not empty.
Not cold.
Rather, they were brimming with life.
Vivid.
Sharp.
Amused.
As if death itself was merely a pastime; a side companion, not the destination.
Death Xuan twirled the scythe lazily, like a cowboy.
The shaft suddenly softened, stretching and unraveling into a rope-like structure formed entirely of condensed Death Qi.
With a flick of his wrist, he hurled it.
The rope-scythe shot forward, weaving through the air and wrapping around oncoming demons whose Qi circulation had already begun to stutter under the oppressive density of Death Qi.
Their techniques misfired.
Their movements lagged.
Their instincts screamed.
And then.
Something far worse happened.
"Kyaa! Why... why do I feel pure?!"
"I... I’m having VegPox?!"
"Why are my pimples... disappearing?! They’re healing, in reverse?!"
"My desire, my desire is decreasing! NO—!"
"Why am I thinking clearly?! Why am I losing my shrewdness?!"
Chaos erupted.
Not from slaughter, but from confusion.
Demons staggered, clutching their chests, their heads, their very identities.
Pure hearts were forming.
Compassion sprouted where cruelty once thrived.
Restraint replaced impulse.
Vegetarian thoughts, yes, vegetarian thoughts — crept into demonic minds.
This was worse than death.
After all.
How could the mighty races of the Fallen Heavens, beings born of slaughter and dominance, develop pure hearts?
Okk maybe some did but!
How could they even consider becoming vegetarian?
This was sacrilege.
This was heresy.
This was courting death to the natural order.
But death came in many forms.
It could be cruel.
It could be merciful.
It could be sudden.
It could be gentle.
And sometimes.
It came vegetarian.
A demon covered in striped markings stumbled forward, only for his leg to suddenly fail him. He collapsed in disbelief, eyes wide with despair as even his soul froze due to unknown reasons.
He looked up just in time to see the scythe descending.
Death Xuan paused for a fraction of a second.
Then he swung.
The soul was severed cleanly.
He extended his hand, attempting, once again to raise the fallen as undead.
Nothing happened.
"...Tsk." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶
Death Xuan clicked his tongue softly.
Still rejected.
"Death to everyone," he muttered, voice echoing unnaturally through the mist.
"ALL HAIL XX!"
Death Xuan shouted with unhinged enthusiasm, waving his scythe like a banner at a festival of doom.
The ’XX’ he spoke loudly, of course, very obviously was standing for Yu Xuan, because branding mattered even in mass extinction.
Around him, demons were dying, repenting, turning vegetarian, but Death Xuan remained focused on the bigger picture.
He was not just killing.
He was networking for the afterlife.
Death Xuan marched proudly forward.
On a great, glorious path to death.
***
Yu Xuan calmly observed the battlefield.
He still hadn’t made his move.
Before him, dozens of mini-wars raged simultaneously, each one a nightmare tailored by a different version of himself.
Nearly all twenty personas were pushing the demons into what could only be described as organizational collapse.
The battlefield no longer resembled a war.
Everywhere Yu Xuan looked, demons were being efficiently eliminated, misled, dissected, healed to death, scared into repentance, or outright scammed out of their lives.
The strange fortress in the distance had also begun to stir.
Whatever was inside it was no longer content with watching.
Yu Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly.
"There are elites hiding in there," he muttered.
With a single thought, he issued a mental command.
’Hasten the cleanup.’
The effect was immediate.
The battlefield escalated violently.
From afar, the sky appeared to fracture as countless terrifying techniques collided.
Demons began to fall in clusters.
And, naturally, a large portion of the credit went to Fat Scammer Xuan, who was working his fat harder than anyone.
He sprinted across the battlefield, dragging demons into unfavorable matchups, loudly shouting misinformation, selling fake retreat routes, and accidentally on purpose leading entire squads into overlapping kill zones.
His contribution was immeasurable.
The demons didn’t die with just resentment.
They died of confused too.
On another front, Divine Doctor Xuan was calmly outperforming expectations in his own way.
While his direct kill count didn’t rival Death Xuan’s enthusiastic slaughter spree, he had the highest number of pending casualties.
Thousands of soul acupuncture needles glimmered in the air like silver rain, puncturing meridians, sealing cores, numbing spirits.
They weren’t dead.
Yet.
They were simply... waiting for death.
Because a Doctor saves lives.
Elsewhere, a persona surrounded by radiant infernos stood quietly amid devastation.
This was the one who embodied Yu Xuan’s Heavenly Flames.
Somewhere along the way, through sheer accident, that persona had awakened what Yu Xuan had lazily labeled a Heavenly Fire Physique — the ability to wield, refine, and coexist with virtually any flame, regardless of origin or temperament.
But at that moment, the persona paused.
Because Yu Xuan felt it.
A disturbance.
From within the strange fortress.
Something moved.
Yu Xuan’s lips curved slightly.
"...Now it starts," he said softly.
Things were finally about to get interesting.
