Chapter 773: The Ninth Cycle of Reincarnation Ends in Failure
The Great Wilderness Venerate’s gaze was gentle and compassionate. “Child, leave quickly. One step further, and you will die here.”
Beside him suddenly appeared the figure of Murong Yue.
Her posture was graceful, still clad in her palace robes. She brushed aside a strand of hair and said softly, “Go back. I am still waiting for you.”
After her ca more figures.
The Azure Sky Divine Ox, the Hanging Heaven Banyan, the Black Death Serpent, the Crimson-Winged Tiger—four beast overlords.
Hu Xinyue, Li Zangfeng, Lei Zizhen, Cao Qingwan, Li Yunlong…
So had ties with Shen Mo, others shared deep bonds.
Yet now they all appeared without warning, urging him earnestly to turn back.
As if one more step would plunge him into eternal damnation.
But Shen Mo’s expression was calm, and his steps never faltered.
How could he not see? This was all the work of the Ancestral Demon.
These were heart demons.
But his will was ironclad.
He was untouched.
Forward, always forward…
Ahead lay seas of fire, bottomless cliffs.
Earthquakes shook, volcanoes erupted, endless tsunamis roared.
Yet Shen Mo’s heart remained still as water, and his steps never ceased.
The road stretched endlessly.
Each vision vanished like mist, leaving no trace.
He did not know how long he had walked in the Ancestral Demon Soil.
At last, before him lood a mountain.
But upon closer look, it was no mountain.
It was an ancient being.
Its body was purple-black, hewn as if by blade and axe.
If it did not move, one might mistake it for a statue.
From it radiated infinite evil, darkness, and corruption.
There was no doubt—this was the Ancestral Demon.
Before the Ancestral Demon lay eight sets of bones.
Each had died differently.
Even their shapes and sizes varied greatly.
It was clear they belonged to eight different people.
Yet as Shen Mo beheld them, information surfaced in his mind.
[Na: Ye Xuan.]
[Realm: Ninth Layer of the Connecting Heaven Saint Realm.]
[Fate: Slain by the Ancestral Demon.]
…
[Na: Xiao Xuan.]
[Realm: Ninth Layer of the Connecting Heaven Saint Realm.]
[Fate: Slain by the Ancestral Demon.]
…
[Na: Qin Xuan.]
[Realm: Eighth Layer of the Connecting Heaven Saint Realm.]
[Fate: Submitted without battle, slain by the Ancestral Demon.]
…
Every entry told the sa story.
Shen Mo’s brows furrowed deeply.
Could it be that all of these were his past lives?
Did this an he had already reincarnated eight tis, challenging the Ancestral Demon eight tis…
And every ti, he failed.
Now, in this life, his realm was only the First Layer of the Connecting Heaven Saint Realm. Not even fully developed.
How could he possibly slay the Ancestral Demon?
How could he break free from this cycle of death?
Then, beside the eighth skeleton, a ninth phantom skeleton appeared.
Shen Mo looked closely and saw his own life panel upon it.
[Na: Shen Mo.]
[Realm: First Layer of the Connecting Heaven Saint Realm.]
[Fate Pattern: Nine Cycles of Reincarnation, Penetrating the Hidden and Subtle, Co-Master of Three Races, Sword Dao Grandmaster, Son of Heaven’s Will, Taiyi Primordial Body, Heaven-Defying Fortune, Demon-Suppressing General, Human Saint Realm, Dao of Void, Dao of Strength, Five Elent Dao…]
[Fate: Entered the Ancestral Demon Soil without sufficient realm. Overco by the Ancestral Demon, slain by its hand. The final spark of the Reincarnation Spirit erased, reincarnation can no longer continue. The Ancestral Demon Soil spreads across this world. None can resist. This realm falls eternally, becoming one of the Demon Realms.]
Reading this, Shen Mo’s calm expression finally creased.
For the first ti, fear rose in his heart.
The life panel gave such a verdict.
Did this not an he was fated to die?
The Ancestral Demon finally spoke.
Its voice resounded directly on the soul level.
“Spirit of Reincarnation, you have co again.”
“The ninth ti.”
“Have you still not understood? I cannot be killed. The demon race cannot be defeated.”
“This realm will inevitably be covered by the Demon Soil. This realm is destined to beco a part of the Demon Realm.”
“What you saw has already told you everything, has it not?”
The Ancestral Demon’s voice echoed as if from every direction.
Like a great bronze bell, it bood in Shen Mo’s ears again and again.
The oppressive weight made his ears bleed, nearly knocking him to the ground.
The Ancestral Demon continued, “Spirit of Reincarnation, you are the embodint of this realm’s will, yet not entirely this realm’s will.”
“I can represent the will of the Demon Realm.”
“If you assist in devouring this realm, I can ensure you replace this realm’s will and beco its spirit.”
“In the future, as the Demon Realm grows, your strength will grow endlessly.”
“Why trouble yourself to maintain a fragile world on the verge of collapse?”
Its words were like a lover’s hand, softly stroking, seeking to breach the most vulnerable defenses of the heart.
Step by step, Shen Mo walked toward the Ancestral Demon.
He seed almost swayed by the voice.
The Ancestral Demon smiled. “Yes… yield, submit.”
“The will of the Demon Realm has always favored intelligent beings.”
Suddenly, it let out a scream of shock and fury.
“You—what are you doing!”
At that mont, Shen Mo’s fist smashed into the Ancestral Demon’s body!
“Of course, to see if you are truly as strong as I sensed.”
“And it seems I guessed right.”
Shen Mo looked up, sneering.
By his perception, the Ancestral Demon was imasurably powerful, beyond the Ninth Layer of the Connecting Heaven Saint Realm.
Invincible.
Even the life panel had given such an answer.
Anyone else would have wavered. Anyone else would have surrendered.
But Shen Mo still chose to test it, striking with his fist.
And he was right.
The Ancestral Demon was nowhere near above the Connecting Heaven Saint Realm.
Its strength now was only barely that of the Second Layer of the Connecting Heaven Saint Realm!
The Ancestral Demon shrieked, “How did you discover this?”
Shen Mo sneered, “If you truly had the power to kill at will, you would not waste ti with words. You would have struck long ago. Why stall?”
Even as he spoke, his fists did not pause for an instant.
Strike after strike landed.
From the Ancestral Demon’s body, endlessly pure demonic qi poured out at alarming speed.
At the sa ti, its grip over this world abruptly weakened.
Shen Mo arched his brow and turned again to the life panels above those skeletons.
This ti, the panels had changed dramatically.
[Na: Ye Xuan.]
[Realm: Ninth Layer of the Connecting Heaven Saint Realm.]
[Fate: Entered the Ancestral Demon Soil, grievously wounded the Ancestral Demon, then died in battle. A strand of holy spirit remained, reincarnated.]
…
[Na: Xiao Xuan.]
[Realm: Ninth Layer of the Connecting Heaven Saint Realm.]
[Fate: Entered the Ancestral Demon Soil, once more grievously wounded the Ancestral Demon, exhausted and died. A strand of holy spirit remained, reincarnated.]
…
So it was with the others.
From the first life to the eighth, though each ended in death, all had dealt heavy wounds to the Ancestral Demon before falling.
At this level, even one serious wound required ten thousand, even hundreds of thousands of years to heal.
And to be wounded eight tis, each nearly fatal?
That was why the Ancestral Demon had never fully recovered.
By the ti Shen Mo reached the Ancestral Demon Soil, it had only regained the strength of the Second Layer of the Connecting Heaven Saint Realm—
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