Accidentally Reincarnated in Cultivation World-Chapter 354: That line is Nostalgic
The shadow of the devil began to crumble.
Thousands of crimson flowers closed in from all directions, their petals slicing, draining, devouring.
"NO—!" Mo Wen screamed as innumerable attacks crashed down on him, suppressing his body, shredding his soul, erasing his slowly.
"I refuse to fall like this!" he roared.
Forcing every last trace of strength from the Strength Gu, Mo Wen forced his true form to descend.
He transformed.
The shadow that once wavered suddenly solidified.
A massive demonic hand burst forth and seized Ba Xia, who hadn’t even finished reacting before his scream was cut short, his body and soul refined into raw strength and swallowed whole.
The surrounding demons retreated in panic, barely maintaining their footing within the Garden of Death.
At the same time, Demoness Ya, the Mind Demon, began chanting a poem. Each word carried power, pushing Mo Wen further into madness.
Then.
His true form emerged.
A demon with a hollow, faceless visage, burning crimson eyes embedded in emptiness itself. Evil Qi poured from him in waves, creating hallucinations of despair so intense that weaker beings would have collapsed instantly.
But Yu Xuan did not even blink.
He stared calmly at the so called terror, unmoved.
Fear did not reach him.
Instead, he raised his sword.
Above him, the projection of the Devil’s Hand descended, crushing spirits, tearing apart everything in its path.
Yu Xuan’s sword hummed.
Terrifying sword Qi gathered, saturating the Garden of Death until the crimson domain deepened further – no longer red like flowers, but red like fresh blood.
Then Yu Xuan slashed.
Just a single, clean strike.
The First Move of the [Magic Swordsmanship of the Avalon Imperial Family].
The world split.
The crimson domain cleaved in two.
Mo Wen was severed, cleanly erased.
And he was not alone.
Every demon caught along the path of that slash followed him into oblivion.
Silence fell.
Then, from the blood-soaked ground, seeds sprouted once more.
New crimson forms began to bloom.
The spirits of the dead rose again, forced into eternal residence within the Garden.
They would bear witness, to the future companions they would one day fight beside.
And to the truth.
Death, here, was only the beginning.
***
Wan Shou watched Mo Wen fall and cursed inwardly.
’Fuck! Even that Mo bastard is dead.’
For the first time since descending into the lower realms, fear crept into his bones.
Everyone around him was dying, one after another, and he knew with terrifying clarity that his turn was approaching.
For a fleeting moment, he almost shouted his family name, hoping it might somehow halt this madness.
In that instant, he even questioned who the real demon here was.
"Everyone attack!" he roared hoarsely.
It was less a command and more a desperate scream.
If the ancestors mission failed, then so be it.
At the very least, he would gain something in exchange for his death. If the kidnapping succeeded, his destiny could still be rewritten.
Wan Shou clenched his teeth.
He had intended to save his domain as a trump card for the grand competitions within the Fallen Heavens.
But now, with death breathing down his neck, caution became meaningless.
Better to burn everything than die without resistance.
Another slash tore through the Garden nearby.
Demoness Ya. Zu Min. Yin Hong.
Gone.
Wan Shou’s pupils shrank.
’Why is he only taking the strongest? And why... why hasn’t a single attack touched me?’
Panic bloomed.
Time seemed to stretch, each heartbeat dragging like an eternity.
One by one, demons fell – some screaming, some silent, some not even realizing they had already died.
And slowly, Wan Shou stopped struggling.
He understood.
The enemy was saving him.
That realization chilled him more than any blade.
So he waited.
He hoped, desperately that his hidden move, his final sneak attack, would work when the moment came.
As the carnage continued, Wan Shou noticed something strange.
Some demons still had intact bodies, while others whose bodies had been utterly destroyed and used as nourishment for their spirit, were fighting on in spirit form, dragged back into the battle against their will.
’Why are some bodies intact? Is there... a limit to this domain?’
He tried to piece together the rules, the structure, anything.
Then.
The Garden vanished.
The crimson flowers vanished.
The oppressive intent receded.
The suffocating pressure disappeared like a dream at dawn.
Bodies began to fall from the air.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
They hit the ground one after another, lifeless and silent.
Wan Shou stood frozen amid the corpses.
Alive.
For now.
Then his gaze met Yu Xuan’s.
Calm, Black and white eyes stared at him.
Unmoved, as if the massacre moments ago had been nothing more than a breeze passing by.
"You’re really not going to die an easy death," Yu Xuan said almost conversationally.
Wan Shou’s heart froze, but his face smoothed out instantly.
He even forced a polite smile.
"Woah, buddy, chill," he said in a measured tone.
"Do you know who my father is?"
He didn’t know why, but every instinct he possessed was screaming at him to say this line.
Yu Xuan tilted his head, looking at him as if examining a strange beast.
"You don’t know who your father is?" Yu Xuan replied, genuinely puzzled.
"How can that be? Are you a bastard?"
The insults followed seamlessly, one after another – casual, effortless, and painfully familiar.
It was nostalgic.
Very Earth-like.
And it worked.
Veins bulged on Wan Shou’s forehead as the mask of calm finally cracked.
Yu Xuan watched the reaction with mild interest, then continued, his tone returning to indifferent.
"Well, after all this bloodshed, I suppose there’s no need for introductions anymore," he said.
"I was just thinking about how I should kill you."
The air went silent.
Wan Shou realized, with chilling certainty, that this was not a threat.
It was a decision.
"Oh? And I too am curious how you are going to kill me, do you dare?!" Wan Shou said continuing his act as he smiled inwardly.
It seems that his act would end rather soon, the real act that is.
