Godslayer: Reincarnated with SSS Rank Cultivation System-Chapter 137 : What is my fate?
The entire sect fell silent at the words of the sect master. Even the forges—whose hammers had once pounded like the heartbeat of the heavens—stilled, waiting for the execution of one insignificant Spirit Flow cultivator. And for what? To save face? To mask the hidden problems lurking within this spatial dimension? Wen Ran could hardly believe that all of this was happening to him. He had seen unreasonable people before. He had seen men kill without cause. Even he himself was no innocent. But to publicly declare someone dead over an old grudge?
Wen Ran's heartbeat slowed, as if time itself had come to a standstill. Every gaze in the square was locked onto him, and every expression he met betrayed the same desire—the silent yearning for his death.
This world is no different from the last... No matter where people go, they all rot the same way. Wen Ran muttered under his breath, scanning every face before him. He would watch this play to its end. Even if he died here, at least he would become a ghost and haunt these souls for all eternity.
"Sorry, junior..." A look of regret crossed the elder's face. "Master's orders."
The elder gripping Wen Ran's sword in his hands hadn't expected things to escalate this far. His plan had been simple—humiliate the boy, make him a scapegoat, and let him go. How could a mere Spirit Flow junior possibly have anything to do with the disappearance of their most powerful disciples? Yet, now, he was bound by command. There was no way out.
The cold metal pressed against Wen Ran's neck. He knew this was the end. Even his master would not save him now.
I curse this world, yet I will return. Not just to slay gods, but to destroy worlds... I am tired...
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A crimson glow spread from Wen Ran's heart, creeping over his body like a living force. It enveloped him in an impenetrable shell, covering every inch of his form in divine protection. The moment the twin blades met his flesh, an unseen force erupted outward.
BOOM!
The two elders were flung backward like ragdolls, blood spewing from their mouths as their internal organs shattered beyond repair. Their dantians cracked like glass, utterly destroyed. The sudden turn of events left the onlookers in stunned silence.
The entire sect froze.
A junior—nothing more than a Spirit Flow cultivator—had sent two of their most powerful elders flying without even lifting a finger. If word of this incident left the walls of the sect, the Violet Lotus Foundry would become the greatest laughingstock among the Divine Five. No excuse would be enough. No one would care if Wen Ran had a protective talisman or not—their reputation would be forever tarnished.
It was an unexpected development. But to the one at the center of it all, Wen Ran, it was nothing short of a disaster.
To him, a hundred years of lifespan was invaluable. It made his path easier, prolonged his future. And now, that future had been cut short once again. Everyone in the cultivation world understood this simple truth—when your lifespan reached its end, your body aged, and spiritual energy leaked from you, impossible to contain. To extend it, one had to advance realms. But even then, some wounds... could never be undone.
"Hahaha…" Wen Ran's laughter was hollow, his voice shaking the air itself. "Is my life so laughable? Is my fate meant to suffer—over and over again?!"
If Wen Ran could have seen his own soul at that moment, he would have noticed a change.
It pulsed with crimson light—divine yet not of the gods. The energy was that of an immortal, a remnant of the power he had once wielded to challenge the strongest beings in existence. Yet, in its current state, it was weak—barely at the Spirit Core stage, a mere step above Spirit Pagoda. It throbbed within his soul, sending searing pain through his bones, muscles, and meridians.
And why?
Because his current body was too weak to bear the weight of such power. Spirit Flow was three entire great realms below Spirit Core. It was a miracle that his body hadn't burst apart on the spot.
"I don't care if I die… I don't care if they call me a devil… None of it matters anymore. Because they can feel it, can't they?" Wen Ran lifted his head, his crimson eyes glowing like embers. "I can feel them, too…"
No one understood what he meant. No one dared to ask. Yet, their feet trembled beneath them.
There were many in this sect who were stronger than Wen Ran. The Violet Lotus Foundry was home to over ten thousand disciples. And yet, in that moment, before this single youth, they felt an eerie, unspeakable dread.
Crimson eyes. Pale, ghostly skin. White hair as pure as snow.
He looked less like a human and more like a specter of death itself.
His aura alone was suffocating. The sheer intensity of his killing intent invaded their hearts, making dozens of disciples drop to their knees, kowtowing before him in submission.
And it wasn't because they were weak.
No…
They were simply too innocent—too naive to comprehend the sheer depth of evil that resided in the heart of a God Slayer.
"What is my fate? Tell me…"
Wen Ran took a step forward. The ground beneath him cracked with each footfall.
His crimson sword flew into his grasp, surging with power. The moment it met his palm, a terrifying sharpness erupted from the blade.
SLASH!
Several heads rolled onto the dirt.
Yet Wen Ran had not moved his arm.
It was sword mastery at its peak—an understanding of the Dao so profound that his very intent alone was enough to sever life from limb.
It was unexplainable…
It was undeniable…
It was power…
And he was the devil…
