Accidentally Reincarnated in Cultivation World-Chapter 364: A Celestial and A Bossy Mo Lin

KRECHASTT!

The Predator of the Void spoke in a grinding voice.

At once, every surrounding void creature, those in the midst of assimilating this fractured space into the void paused. Their bodies stilled as one, senses locking onto a single direction.

Yu Xuan.

Even now, already far away, his presence lingered.

The Predator of the Void could smell its prey from miles away.

They were a species born of contradiction, hunters that pursued those stronger than themselves, yet beings that still accepted offerings.

Perhaps that behavior was unique to low-tier Predators.

Or perhaps the higher ones simply demanded better sacrifices.

No one knew for now.

But one thing was certain.

The Void remembered Yu Xuan.

Meanwhile, Yu Xuan didn’t dare slow down.

He burned several more of the miniature golden cores embedded within his cells, forcibly extracting their Innate energy (Yuan Qi).

The process was brutal but effective.

Heat surged through his meridians as his reserves spiked enough to keep him moving.

In a flash, he emerged outside the underground zone where the return gate had been constructed.

The concealed area lay quiet.

Using a hidden passage he already knew, Yu Xuan advanced and immediately sensed traces of intrusion. Chaotic spiritual fluctuations, formation usage and lingering killing intent.

When he arrived inside the underground chamber, devastation greeted him.

The carefully carved space was in ruins.

Formation pillars lay shattered and the air still carried the metallic scent of fresh blood.

A massive battle had clearly taken place not long ago.

Near the return gate, several figures were standing.

At the far corner of the cavern, demonic corpses were piled haphazardly.

"He really came back?!" Yu Zhen said, narrowing his eyes so sharply he looked like a villain out of some cheap play.

"I thought I’d finally get promoted to Young Master," Mo Lin muttered a dark joke.

Yu Xuan’s gaze settled on him.

Mo Lin coughed and immediately shut up.

"He didn’t come alone, though," Yu Xueqing said, glancing toward the trembling walls.

Ming Tianmei nodded.

"But the wait was worth it," Lin Fan said, exhaling.

"Let’s return now"

As if on cue, the distant rumbling grew louder.

Hundreds of Void creatures were pouring into this underground area, their forms clawing through space itself, converging toward them like a tide of madness.

"We will talk later and return first," Yu Xuan said curtly, already pulling out an explosive talisman.

"Wait!, are you planning to destroy the gate?!" Yu Bo blurted out with heated eyes.

He looked genuinely pained, his bloodshot eyes showing just how much effort he had poured into constructing it.

Yu Hao promptly smacked him on the back of the head.

"So you’re suggesting we let those things cross to the other side?" Yu Hao asked flatly.

Yu Bo groaned, clutching his head.

"...Fine."

There was no more time to argue.

One by one, they stepped into the return gate.

The moment the last figure vanished.

BOOM!

The gate detonated violently, space itself collapsing inward as the pathway was completely severed.

The underground chamber shook, then fell silent.

Now, trapped within the collapsing gate world, only the creatures of the Void remained, and the Predator of the Void was sad, because the prey slipped beyond its reach.

***

Yu Xuan and the others emerged onto the cloud platform but on the other side, just as the return gate shimmered weakly behind them.

The gate flickered once, twice... then vanished entirely, as if it had never existed.

They barely had time to steady themselves before being surrounded.

Figures descended on the clouds, auras pressing down like mountains.

Some were relieved, some wary, some openly scrutinizing – every one of them eager to confirm what had just returned from the gate.

Before anyone else could speak, a presence arrived.

Lin Fan, Yu Xueqing, and Mo Lin stiffened as they saw the man approaching them.

"Master!"

All three bowed deeply as Daoist Flowing Sword, direct disciple of the Sword Peak Master of Martial Heaven Peak, appeared before them, robes fluttering lightly.

His expression was calm, but his gaze was sharp and scrutinizing.

Daoist Flowing Sword nodded once and immediately began inspecting them.

His divine sense over the three probing them deeply, searching for traces of mental erosion, hidden seals, or foreign will.

Finding none, his tense shoulders relaxed by a fraction as his expression eased.

Then his gaze shifted to Mo Lin’s sword.

Without hesitation, Daoist Flowing Sword extended a thin strand of consciousness and gently entered it.

The moment his awareness touched it.

The world shifted.

In an instant, he found himself standing before a vast and ancient presence.

And then, with perfect composure, he bowed.

"Senior."

His voice carried genuine respect.

Even reduced to a mere vestige, the aura alone made his heart tighten.

A Celestial.

Though the being before him was no longer complete, her existence still stood far above his own.

Moreover, as Mo Lin’s master, he was already karmically connected to her.

Offending such an existence even unintentionally, would be courting disaster.

A hazy figure of an old woman materialized before Daoist Flowing Sword, her features obscured as if wrapped in fog.

"What is it?" the grandmother spirit asked lazily.

"Have you come to pay respects?"

After dealing with the bossy Mo Lin day in and day out, she found it strangely refreshing to speak with someone who didn’t immediately give her a headache.

Daoist Flowing Sword’s eyebrows twitched at her bluntness, but he didn’t dare show the slightest displeasure.

Instead, he cupped his hands respectfully.

"Of course, Senior. I would never neglect proper respect," he said sincerely.

"This time, I am here to thank you, on behalf of my... somewhat idiotic disciples."

He straightened slightly, his tone firm.

"Thank you for protecting them, and for safeguarding the other disciples of the Heaven Immortal Sect. Without your intervention, the losses and the grief would have been unimaginable."

It was not flattery.

It was conviction.

Given the fluctuations that came from within the gate, Daoist Flowing Sword found it impossible to believe that these disciples could have returned so intact without intervention from a being of her level.

After all, among the entire group, only two appeared genuinely weakened.

The rest, while clearly exhausted looked as though they had merely endured an extreme warm-up.

That alone told him everything he needed to know.

Of course, he didn’t know that he was 100% wrong.