Accidentally Reincarnated in Cultivation World-Chapter 355: Death is near, but the plan Succeeded [1]

"Why wouldn’t I?" Yu Xuan replied calmly.

Wan Shou’s pupils shrank.

Despite the clear difference in cultivation, an invisible pressure bore down on him.

"You’re really that confident?" Wan Shou sneered.

"Do you think the sect will protect you? You’re from the lower realms, with almost no backing. If offering your head can prevent a great war, what do you think they’ll choose?"

Yu Xuan smiled faintly, the kind of smile only an arrogant young master could wear naturally.

"Well thought," he said lazily.

"But that still doesn’t stop me from snapping your neck. I also happen to have quite the backing."

He definitely was not thinking of his master.

Wan Shou hesitated.

That confidence made him slightly uneasy but that was all.

"And just so you’re clear," Yu Xuan continued, his voice turning cold, "you won’t die merely for targeting me. That was your mission, after all. But how dare you target my people? And worse, how dare you set your eyes on her?"

The air froze.

Wan Shou’s mind raced.

’So he wants her too.’

Calculations flashed through his thoughts.

"Oh?" Wan Shou suddenly laughed, sharp and manic.

"So that’s it? You’re this angry because I set my eyes on your woman? Then you’re already too late! By now she’s probably been kidnapped! Hahaha—"

Wan Shou’s laughter cut off abruptly.

Wan Shou’s neck began to stretch unnaturally, bones and flesh flattening. His face dissolved, smeared into nothingness, while his body unfolded in impossible ways.

From where his neck should have been, lines extended, from two dimensions into three.

Hundreds of arms burst forth, tearing free in impossible angles, their size ever growing.

Each arm bore an eye.

Or a mouth.

Sometimes both.

It was as if his neck had unfolded from a two-dimensional looking thing into a three-dimensional abomination.

They twitched, stared, whispered.

"¬åƒß∂˚§ π∑ø´∆∂," Wan Shou muttered in an alien tongue.

Unholy World.

The light around them dimmed.

Shadows thickened.

A twisted pseudo-domain spread outward, swallowing the surroundings as something foul and ancient clawed its way into reality.

***

"Is this your trump card?" Yu Xuan asked calmly, as he took in the abomination before him.

Even demons and devils he had seen – whether in legends, inheritances, or memories of Earth, had never looked this wrong.

This wasn’t horror born of flesh alone.

It felt cosmic.

Like staring at a calamity that should not exist within a well organised universe.

As the pseudo-domain stabilized, Yu Xuan noticed something peculiar. The concentration of Fallen Energy in the surroundings plummeted, replaced instead by torrents of pure Evil Qi, thick and viscous, as if the world itself had begun to rot.

Yu Xuan blinked once.

’I think I walked into the wrong genre.’ he thought.

Hundreds of eyes opened all around him.

Each eye locked onto him with obsessive fixation, their gazes pressing directly against his soul.

Yet.

Nothing.

No fear.

No submission.

The voices came next.

"WORSHIP ME"

"YOU SHALL DIE"

"BLASPHEMY"

"FEAR ME"

"TORTURE"

"KILL THE HUMAN"

The words did not travel through air. They invaded forcing themselves straight into his consciousness with overwhelming weight.

Yu Xuan winced slightly.

Just a headache.

And that alone was terrifying.

For anyone else at his realm, this would have been instant annihilation, mind shattered, soul devoured.

But Yu Xuan’s mental foundation had long since surpassed what his cultivation realm suggested.

His humanity had already shed its soft limits after him lifting his Humanity’s restriction.

And his trait [Mental Resistance] was doing exactly what it was meant to do.

Hundreds of attacks surged toward him, each one shaped by a different negative emotion.

Grief so heavy it crushed space.

Fury sharp enough to tear souls.

Despair, madness, hatred, obsession.

Each attack carried the lingering resentment of countless existences.

Yu Xuan’s spirit trembled – not from fear, but from experience.

He was experiencing so many emotions at once.

And even though they were negative some were really new emotions to him.

It was as if these emotions could not exist within a human.

Inside his Sea of Consciousness, those emotions tried to flood in.

But they didn’t last a second.

Three terrifying spiritual beasts rose in unison, refining, grinding, and purifying the invading emotions at an absurd speed, turning poison into nothing more than fuel.

A system notification flickered briefly.

[Trait Mental Resistance is Active]

Yu Xuan raised his sword.

And cut.

Not flesh.

Not Qi.

But emotion itself.

As if they were tangible.

[Magic Swordsmanship of the Avalon Imperial Family]

Third Form — Formless Infinite Sword Slashes

The world turned monochrome.

Everything except the incoming attacks lost color.

All negativity burned crimson in his vision.

Then—

Slash.

Red lines fractured.

Every emotion marked in red began to collapse, splitting apart at a fundamental level as if severed down to something even smaller than matter.

They disintegrated.

And yet.

They returned.

Refusing to disperse.

Refusing to accept domination.

They surged again, more twisted, more desperate.

Yu Xuan frowned.

"...How persistent."

So he stopped cutting.

Instead, he changed methods.

Yu Xuan raised his free hand.

White-gold flames bloomed into existence, quiet, elegant, and terrifyingly pure.

True Nirvana Flames.

The moment they appeared, the screaming voices faltered.

For the first time.

The unholy domain hesitated. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Not because it feared Yu Xuan.

But because something had appeared within it that did not belong here.

The moment the white-gold flames manifested, the entire pseudo-domain recoiled as if stung.

Evil Qi churned violently and the countless eyes blinking across the warped sky all turned toward a single point.

Toward purity.

Something so clean, that it felt like poison to this impure world.

The domain reacted on instinct.

Erase it.

"DIEEE—!"

Hundreds of voices fused into one deafening command.

All lingering attacks – resentment, madness, despair, fury, collapsed inward, converging instead on the flames.

A single, apocalyptic strike formed above his head, packed with condensed negative emotions and abyssal Evil Qi, vast enough to drown continents.

It descended.

And then.

It stopped.

Yu Xuan’s eyes sharpened.

[Telekinesis] surged to its absolute limit.

The entire pseudo-domain locked in place.

Sound died.

Motion vanished.

Even thought itself seemed to slow as his [Telekinesis] targeted all three aspects of the living.

Yu Xuan stood at the center of that stillness.

He raised his hand.

And above his palm, light began to gather.

Not violently.

Not explosively.

It condensed gently, layer by layer, until a brand new star took shape.

A miniature sun of white-gold radiance, brilliant and serene, rotating slowly as flames curled around.

The unholy domain trembled in repulsion.

Because this was not an attack born of hatred.

It was not fueled by resentment, nor by domination.

This was something far worse for such a domain.

It was purification, like those devotees.

Yu Xuan’s eye gleamed.

With a single thought, he commanded the white-gold star to collapse inward.

Then.

BOOM—!

Inside the Unholy World, a newborn star imploded.

Blinding radiance tore through layers of negativity as white-gold flames erupted outward, devouring Evil Qi, resentment, madness, and despair alike.

The domain screamed, not metaphorically, but truly as if a living thing were being burned alive from the inside.

"AHHH—!"

Wan Shou’s howl echoed from every direction at once.

Pain unlike anything he had ever known tore through him.

Portions of his existence, things tied to bloodline and soul, were being scorched clean.

Yu Xuan moved.

His sword traced clean arcs through the air, severing hundreds of writhing hands that lashed out from nothingness.

They fell away, disintegrating into ash, but new ones sprouted almost immediately.

Again.

And again.

Yet Yu Xuan noticed it.

Each regeneration was slower than the last.

The domain was weakening.

Still, Wan Shou did not panic.

Not yet.

Yu Xuan’s spirit sense expanded, spreading like an invisible tide.

It pressed down on the collapsing Unholy World, overwriting it, dominating it.

The domain began to crumble.

Throughout it all, Yu Xuan’s robes remained untouched — pristine white, unblemished by blood or ash.

He descended lightly to the ground and looked up at the grotesque figure before him.

"Is this your pathetic attempt at survival," Yu Xuan asked calmly, "after boasting so loudly about your background?"

"HAHA—!"

"HAHAHAHA—!"

Mad laughter burst from Wan Shou’s many mouths as his true form finally stabilized enough to be seen clearly.

He was ruined.

Burned.

Cracked.

Continuously aflame.

Some of his countless hands now held swords, hacking savagely at his own charred flesh.

Cutting away parts that refused to stop burning, only for new, equally damned growths to emerge.

"Then come on," Wan Shou sneered through the pain.

"Kill me! But before you do, why don’t you check whether your woman is already dead? Hahaha! Don’t pretend you’re not greedy too. That auspicious aura of hers, anyone would want it!"

Yu Xuan’s expression did not change.

With a thought, space itself locked.

The area around Wan Shou froze into an invisible prison. No matter how he struggled, not a single finger could move.

"You shouldn’t worry about that," Yu Xuan replied, his voice even.

"You should worry about yourself. I considered ending you with lightning but after listening to your mouth... I think fire suits you better."

Then, almost casually, he added.

"And she’ll be absolutely safe. I gave them all quite the measure."

A pause.

"And my shadow too."

Wan Shou’s laughter cut off abruptly.

Every eye on his body widened in disbelief.

Because only now did he notice it.

Yu Xuan was standing but without a shadow.