Accidentally Reincarnated in Cultivation World-Chapter 359: Great Wall and Great Divider

"DARE—!"

The furious voice resounded, shaking the very foundations of the surrounding Lower Realms.

This single utterance did not go unnoticed.

Across countless realms, every powerful force felt a chill crawl up their existence, as though an unseen blade had brushed against their throats.

Those who ruled entire Lower Realms, and those whose authority was fragmented across sects, clans, and hidden domains, all reacted at once.

Without hesitation, they contacted their backers in the Immortal Realms.

Because this was not an ordinary disturbance.

It was not every day that one witnessed a being suspected to be an Immortal engaging in combat within the Lower Realms, even with their cultivation sealed.

After all, why did the Great Wall separating the Mortal and Immortal Realms exist in the first place?

Because Immortals were simply too powerful.

Even when their cultivation was sealed, their essence remained Immortal.

A fish tank could never contain a wild whale of the deep sea.

Disaster was inevitable.

Near the Great Divider, the boundary separating the Fallen Heavens from the Heavens themselves, hundreds of terrifying presences stirred in unison.

Their killing intent alone caused reality to tremble, if not for the immense restrictions binding them, the surrounding Lower Realms would have descended into instant madness.

At the forefront stood the Elemental Heaven Peak Master, her aura sharp and volatile, accompanied by several ancient figures whose very existence bent the laws around them.

And far away, observing everything with unreadable eyes.

A wild Tianling, the artifact spirit of the Heaven Immortal Sect, watched the unfolding chaos in silence.

***

Within the gate, the black beam tore through hundreds of layered barriers that Yu Xuan’s master had erected.

Formation after formation shattered in succession, collapsing like fragile glass under overwhelming force.

Yet as her silhouette stood before Yu Xuan, shielding him completely, the damage that reached him was negligible – though her manifested presence flickered, growing faint, as if stretched beyond its limits.

Then.

Within the narrow opening that Huan Lianhua’s figure had forcefully carved out.

Yu Changming moved.

All this time, he had not acted.

He had been waiting.

Waiting for a single, perfect instant.

And when that instant arrived, a brilliant sword light erupted.

The flash illuminated the entire space within the gate, drowning it in blinding radiance.

Even beyond the gate, where countless hidden figures observed in silence, their expressions shifted – some darkened, others held hidden astonishment.

Because they felt it.

Something had just occurred.

And within the gate, the dark-blue eye that had descended to annihilate Yu Xuan shuddered.

Then, it bled.

Dark, corrosive blood spilled from the massive eye, dripping toward the ground, only to be erased instantly by the lingering sword light, extinguished as though it had never existed.

The gate trembled violently.

The unleashed force caused the very sky to fracture, jagged cracks spreading outward and revealing the terrifying void between the Two Heavens.

The single dark-blue eye turned bloodshot.

It had suffered damage.

Damage it had never imagined possible, least of all within a Lower Realm.

Realizing that it’s time here was ending, the massive eye cast a venomous gaze toward Yu Changming’s figure, burning that image into its memory.

Then, unwilling yet forced.

It vanished.

But the danger did not end.

Because the cracks left behind by Yu Changming’s strike did not close.

They lingered.

And from within those cracks, those torn seams of reality.

The beings that dwelled in the VOID began to look outward.

Toward the surface.

Toward the Lower Realms.

***

"..."

Xie Zhi stood frozen.

His gaze slowly shifted toward Ancestor Wan, whose lips were curved upward in a wide, unsettling grin.

As that grin deepened, the old man’s face began to blur.

Then, a single drop of blood slid down from one of his eyes.

The Eye of Destruction.

Had anyone else been present, they would have been both astonished and horrified.

Because Ancestor Wan did not possess an eye.

He possessed eyes.

Thousands of them.

Not ordinary eyes, but Heavenly Eyes, eyes harvested from supreme races, eyes born of rare bloodlines, artificially refined divine pupils, aberrant eyes that bent cognition and much more.

Each and every one of them was a pupil that could elevate an ordinary genius into a monster feared across Worlds.

And yet.

One of them had bled.

Ancestor Wan’s grin widened, teeth exposed, his expression hovering between amusement and disbelief.

"How unexpected... how truly unexpected HAHAHAHA!"

Laughter burst from him, loud and unrestrained, causing the air itself to ripple and distort.

The surrounding space cracked unable to withstand the pressure of his laugh.

Xie Zhi stared in disbelief.

Ancestor Wan was bleeding.

It was only a minor wound, one that could be healed in an instant.

He wasn’t even manifesting his full power.

And yet.

He had been injured.

Injured by a mortal.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

For a long moment, nothing existed in that space but his laughter echoing far beyond the chamber.

Finally, Ancestor Wan spoke, as though talking to himself.

"Who was that sword cultivator...? Even though he was strong it should have been impossible to make me bleed and yet against all odds..."

His eyes, countless eyes shifted, recalling the sword light that had cut through impossibility itself.

"What a delightful surprise."

He licked the blood from his eye with undisguised interest.

"It seems this trip has finally become worthwhile."

Xie Zhi remained silent.

’Tsk! this is why I hate these old geezers, is he really going senile...?’ he thought.

But even as the thought formed, he dismissed it immediately.

Because the reason was sufficient, a Mortal injuring an Immortal was a real deal and, anyone who could draw blood from Ten Thousand Eye Horror, even under such restrictions...

Was worth this madness.

"Shall we go Senior?" Xie Zhi asked at last showing utmost courtesy, he definitely knew when to act and when to not.

Ancestor Wan’s laughter faded into a satisfied chuckle.

His form dissolved, vanishing as though it had never been there.

A heartbeat later, Xie Zhi disappeared as well.

And somewhere far.

The ripples of this moment had only just begun to spread.