Accidentally Reincarnated in Cultivation World-Chapter 360: I don’t like humans

Ancestor Wan and Xie Zhi arrived near the Great Divider, only to find it already crowded.

Far too crowded.

Renowned figures and ancient existences from the Fallen Heavens stood gathered there, many of them beings even they had not anticipated encountering so soon.

Ancestor Wan’s countless eyes swept the area, and for the first time since his arrival, his expression changed slightly.

Then they extended their senses across the Divider.

Their shock deepened.

On the opposite side, the Heaven Immortal Sect had mobilized in force.

Not just peak masters, but true pillars.

It was clear now.

Their "little scheme" had stirred waters far deeper than intended.

A domineering voice thundered from the Heaven Immortal Sect’s side, carrying both rage and murderous intent.

"What a filthy trick you played, Ten Thousand Eye Horror," the voice said coldly.

"I wonder if we should settle this here and now, like us old people with a fight to death."

The speaker stepped forward.

Wuji, The Undying Martial Emperor, High Elder of the Martial Heaven Peak.

Though he had appeared almost gentle during the Martial Ancestor’s legacy trial, anyone who knew him understood the truth.

Gentleness was the last thing Wuji possessed.

Ancestor Wan snorted, his form shifting slightly as his true presence leaked through.

"As if I’m scared," the Ten Thousand Eye Horror muttered.

A sharp voice cut in immediately.

"This ugly bastard dies by my hands first."

The Elemental Heaven Peak Master stepped forward, pressure surging violently as the High Elders of her peak rallied behind her.

"That’s right," an elderly voice joked lightly from her side.

"How dare you try to harm my half grand disciple?"

The Peak Master shot the speaker a lethal glare.

The elder immediately coughed and looked away.

Ancestor Wan blinked.

Then slowly, several of his eyes narrowed.

He immediately connected the dots.

And his expression darkened as his gaze shifted toward Xie Zhi.

’This bastard hid information.’

Not only had he been dragged into a scheme, he had unknowingly offended another major force.

His irritation rose sharply.

Before he could respond, another figure spoke, voice deep and steady.

"But did you truly attempt a pre-emptive strike?" asked the Master of the Heavenly Beast Peak.

At first glance, he resembled a massive, slouching grizzly bear.

But in truth, he was a Primal Nova Predatory Bear, one of the most terrifying ancient beast still alive.

"This has now become... troublesome," he continued calmly.

A chilling laugh followed.

"So what if we did? I am ready for war!"

The speaker stepped forward from the Fallen Heavens’ side.

An Ancestor of the Mo Race.

Daoist title – Old Man Slaughterer.

Killing intent bled from his very existence.

As these titans clashed verbally, sparks of intent colliding invisibly across the Great Divider.

Elsewhere.

Beyond the Great Divider, beyond even the attention of most Immortal senses.

Other beings watched silently.

And compared to those already present, these figures were far more terrifying.

"We could actually resolve this through dialogue, you know," said the Eight Absolute Heavenly Demon, lounging casually in a luxurious coat woven from star-silk and immortal beast hide.

"After all, we are civilized demons."

A calm voice answered him, so tranquil it felt like an abyss swallowing sound.

"But if I erase you, do we even need to resolve the conflict?" the voice said evenly.

The speaker was Venerable Supreme Emptiness, Grand Elder of the Heaven Immortal Sect.

His presence alone caused the surrounding void to thin, as if reality itself was uncertain whether it existed near him or not.

"Of course," another voice interjected smoothly, "We all know that none of us will engage in direct confrontation."

The Bloodless King of the Blood Race smiled faintly, his crimson eyes glinting with calculation.

"Rather," he continued, turning his gaze toward a certain figure.

"I am curious about something Elder Blood mentioned... regarding your disciple, Master of Chaos Heaven Peak."

The Chaos Heaven Peak Master, who had been unknowingly dragged into this gathering, finally spoke.

Her voice was cold.

"If I hear even a single word about my disciple from your mouths, believe me, I alone will wage war against your entire clan." she said flatly.

For a brief moment, silence followed.

Then the Bloodless King laughed softly.

"Such harsh words," he said lightly, entirely unoffended.

After all, he knew her temperament well.

"Then why not simply hand over that brat to us?" the Eight Absolute Heavenly Demon suggested lazily.

"No matter how fiercely you try to protect him, he will die by my hands."

A heavy voice echoed next.

"No," said the God-Weeping Sovereign, eyes burning with certainty.

"He will die by mine."

"How dare you!"

The voice belonged to another Grand Elder of the Heaven Immortal Sect, particularly of the Order Heaven Peak.

Her Daoist name – The Grand Arbiter.

The atmosphere grew razor-sharp.

Meanwhile, the Chaos Heaven Peak Master’s gaze drifted, as recent distant memories surfaced within her mind.

Of the Eternal Star Heavenly World.

’Truly... what a conspiracy. One that spans worlds and maybe even eras.’ she thought

’This is exactly why I don’t like humans.’

***

Yu Xuan breathed heavily, as he struggled to steady himself.

This was the first time he had ever been subjected to such overwhelming pressure.

Pressure that came not from cultivation alone, but from existence itself.

Yet even within this brief span of terror, his body had already begun to adapt, golden cores within his cells spinning and learning how to survive under such pressure.

His trait [Adaptive Mind] and cultivation technique [The Everchanging Ascension Technique] were no joke.

When the danger finally receded, the world seemed to exhale with him.

The silhouette of his master vanished without warning, as if it had never been there.

Moments later, his mother’s projection faded as well.

In Yu Xuan’s hand, a talisman cracked, then dissolved into dust.

Only Yu Changming remained.

High above, his father stood like an immovable pillar, sword flashing as he casually erased the creatures crawling out from the void.

Only those with Tier 5 cultivation or higher were cut down.

The rest were... ignored.

Yu Xuan stared for a second, then slowly facepalmed.

"...Really?" he muttered, deeply bothered.

Why couldn’t he just kill all of them?