The Dao of Reincarnation (161-162) (Patreon)

Chapter 161: The Life-Slaughter Demon Lord (Part 1)

Reverse Fate Space.

Su Chen stared at the familiar resurrection space, still feeling somewhat dazed by the experiences of this life.

"Although I didn't manage to kill Lin Zhan, trading blows with a Supreme was still worth it."

Su Chen opened the Reverse Fate Scripture.

[Twelfth Life: You refused to accept your family's arrangements and joined the Falling Emperor Mountain, becoming its chief senior disciple. There, you had a Quasi-Emperor master and four troublesome junior brothers and sisters. With unparalleled talent, you quickly rose to become the number one genius of the younger generation in the Azure Nether Dao Domain, an invincible heavenly pride of your era.]

[You devoted yourself to cultivation. When the Black Nether Demon Domain invaded and the Azure Nether Dao Domain's geniuses lacked a leader, you stepped forward. Leading the domain's young prodigies, you decisively defeated the invaders from the Black Nether Demon Domain. In a fierce battle against their monstrous genius, you emerged victorious. Your name spread far and wide, turning you into a legendary figure of the Azure Nether Dao Domain.]

[After a century in seclusion, your cultivation advanced further. When your fourth junior chose self-sealing, you learned the whereabouts of your second junior and rallied a group of heroes to enter the forbidden zone in search of Ye Jinghong's traces—and the sacred medicine within. Unfortunately, you had miscalculated. The ancient tomb forbidden zone proved far more terrifying than you imagined. Before long, your group suffered near-total annihilation. Although you discovered a world-shaking opportunity, you lacked the strength to claim it. You severely wounded your second junior sister, who had tried to betray you, leaving her fate unknown. You personally ended the life of your fifth junior sister before she could be fully corrupted by the strange substance. Your third junior brother also vanished without a trace inside the forbidden land. You exhausted every means to resist the eerie force, but it was all in vain.]

[At the moment of your death, your master burst into the forbidden zone wielding the Falling Emperor Mountain's Desolate Ruins Emperor Sword. Using himself as a rear guard, he sent you out at the cost of his own life. On the verge of death, you entered seclusion once more, vanishing from public view. You began to rebuild the Falling Emperor Mountain. The once-glorious sect now had only you left. You knew this debt was yours to repay. You accepted the arranged marriage with the Purple Firmament Dao Sect and left behind descendants.]

[You trained relentlessly, aware that a great calamity was approaching. To protect the Falling Emperor Mountain and your loved ones, strength was essential. Unfortunately, Emperors of that era were too powerful, and you could not break through to Quasi-Emperor. Instead, you took an unorthodox path and fully cultivated your Innate Supreme Sword Body, allowing you to contend with Quasi-Emperors.]

[When the Dark Turmoil erupted, you clashed with a great enemy of the Falling Emperor Mountain and slew him. Countless powerhouses perished across the universe in that chaos, saturating the cosmos with energy once more. Seeing a glimmer of hope, you gambled everything and broke through to Quasi-Emperor in the midst of desperation. Facing the reinforcements sent by your descendants, you sealed him away before fighting to the death. Knowing it might be your final stand, you abandoned all thoughts of survival and fought your old enemy with everything you had. Though he ultimately escaped, you forced a Supreme to reach his ultimate sublimation and dragged one Supreme down with you in mutual destruction. You had no regrets in this life.]

[You rose to fame at a young age, endured setbacks and life-and-death crises, and against all odds broke through to Quasi-Emperor in an era where such advancement was nearly impossible. You battled your former enemy and clashed with a Supreme in a blaze of glory. Your name would become a legend among the myriad races of the universe and a myth in the Azure Nether Dao Domain. Your descendants would take pride in you.]

[Evaluation: Nine Stars (Purple)]

[Reward: 90000 Reverse Fate Point]

The ending left a warm feeling in Su Chen's heart.

With the foundation of the Falling Emperor Mountain, it could still grow into a colossal power even when facing the Dharma-Ending Age and the next great era.

Talent: 0 (+)Comprehension: 0 (+)Background: 0 (+)Dao Heart: 5000

With ninety thousand Reverse Fate Points plus the remaining five thousand, Su Chen now held ninety-five thousand points in total. Even with such a vast reserve, he fell into hesitation.

After his death, if Fang Bubai managed to fight the forbidden zone Supremes without dying, the world would likely enter the Dharma-Ending Age. In that era, even becoming a Saint would be extremely difficult. However, if he invested enough points, he might skip the Dharma-Ending Age entirely and reincarnate straight into a great era.

No matter how much he stirred things up in the Dharma-Ending Age, the Reverse Fate evaluation would never be high.

"I'll accumulate Reverse Fate Points in the Dharma-Ending Age and aim to become an Emperor in the great era!"

Su Chen made up his mind. He had no intention of going all-in with his ninety-five thousand points. The opponents he would face in a great era were far too numerous, and ninety thousand might not be enough. He estimated that surpassing Wang Yunfei to become an Emperor would require at least one hundred thousand Reverse Fate Points.

Talent: 10000Comprehension: 30000Background: 1000

Thirty thousand points in comprehension would be enough to handle the secrets of some ancient eras. Whether it was the demonic patterns left behind in the Falling Emperor Mountain or the bronze ancient palace inside the ancient tomb forbidden zone, both held enormous secrets. He might not fully comprehend them, but he would no longer be helpless when encountering similar opportunities.

In the Dharma-Ending Age, his divine body combined with the experience of a Quasi-Emperor would be enough to dominate unchallenged. In an era where even Saints were rare, Su Chen did not believe he needed much background to protect him.

He spent forty-one thousand Reverse Fate Points. According to his calculations, if he could remain unrivaled across the starry skies for ten thousand years, the evaluation he received would certainly not be low.

Reincarnate!

...

Flames roared into the sky. Su Chen's head felt heavy and dizzy, his throat parched and hoarse.

Through blurred vision, he opened his eyes and saw countless corpses strewn across the ground, blood flowing like a river. The tragic expressions on their faces filled his heart with sorrow… Countless memories flooded into his mind.

In this life, he had awakened his memories at the age of eight.

Born into the Lu Clan of the Eternal World as the third young master, named Lu Chen, he possessed the innate Origin Spirit Divine Body. He was the hope of the Lu Clan—the one most likely to become a Saint and lead the family to soar, eventually becoming the overlord of the Eternal World.

But now… the entire Lu Clan had been wiped out. He was the only one left.

Su Chen let out a helpless sigh.

He closed his eyes, held his breath, and chose to play dead.

From the raging flames emerged a ragged figure, disheveled and filthy, yet wearing a bronze mask that made him look like a terrifying malevolent ghost. The mere sight of him was enough to strike fear into every major power in the Eternal World.

The Killing God Hall!

It was said that this terrifying organization could assassinate even a Great Emperor if the price was right. Though no one had ever paid such a sum, the claim alone was horrifying. They had already slain several Saint Kings, and in the Dharma-Ending Age, a Saint King was undoubtedly a top-tier figure across the myriad races.

"Thinking of leaving the Killing God Hall was truly a foolish idea."

The bronze-masked elder spoke in an ice-cold voice. His hands were drenched in blood. He alone had annihilated the entire Lu Clan. A terrifying aura condensed into a sea of blood around him, with countless withered bones manifesting within it.

This man was at least a Saint!

Su Chen's heart sank.

The bronze-masked elder looked down at the motionless Su Chen on the ground and let out an eerie, cackling laugh from beneath his mask. "I didn't expect the Lu Clan to hide so well. They actually kept a divine body descendant in reserve. No wonder they wanted to cut ties with my Killing God Hall. Kid, your acting skills are impressive, but they're useless in front of me."

His pretense of death had been seen through!

Chapter 162: The Life-Slaughter Demon Lord (Part 2)

Flames still raged around him, but Su Chen appeared panicked on the surface while remaining calm and steady inside.

The bronze-masked elder had only pointed out that he was feigning death and had not killed him immediately. That meant the old man held no killing intent toward him.

Otherwise, he would have attacked the moment he saw through the act. A killing saint of this level would never show the slightest mercy.

Su Chen looked up at the bronze-masked elder with feigned panic.

The elder's eyes seemed capable of piercing straight into a person's heart. He let out an eerie cackle and said, "So young, yet your heart is already this cold. You remain completely unmoved even after witnessing the deaths of your clansmen, relatives, and friends."

The elder's sharp fingernail brushed across Su Chen's cheek, drawing a trail of bright red blood. The panic on Su Chen's face gradually faded, replaced by complete calm. His expression turned utterly cold and emotionless. He gazed at the corpses as if they were complete strangers, showing not the slightest ripple of emotion.

What a cold and ruthless temperament.

"What an excellent seedling for a killer!"

Delight flashed in the elderly eyes visible beneath the bronze mask.

"Are you willing to join my Killing God Hall? I am the Life-Slaughter Saint King. If you agree, you will become my direct successor."

A hint of appreciation for talent had arisen in the old man's heart.

Su Chen bowed deeply. "Disciple Lu Chen greets Master. Please teach me the methods to grow stronger."

He could not contend with a Saint King for now. But he firmly remembered: thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river. If that was not enough, he could always borrow another three hundred years from the heavens.

Su Chen joined the Killing God Hall. He had heard of the Killing God Hall in his previous life. It was an infamous organization with terrifyingly deep foundations. They cultivated the Dao of Slaughter—killing gods, killing demons, and killing all living beings. Their Killing God Scripture struck fear into the hearts of the myriad races.

…

Su Chen followed the Life-Slaughter Saint King back to the Killing God Hall. There, he learned that eighty thousand years had already passed since Fang Bubai had proven his Dao.

After the Dark Turmoil, no new Quasi-Emperors had appeared among the myriad races of the universe.

That war had been far too devastating. Nearly all the Quasi-Emperor foundations of that great era had been wiped out. Several Emperor Weapons had been destroyed, and even the current Great Emperor, Fang Bubai, had vanished without a trace.

Those who managed to become Saints were extremely rare. Saint Kings had become the peak powerhouses of this starry sky. Even so, the three hall masters of the Killing God Hall were all Saint King-level experts, making the organization a true colossal power in the universe.

"From now on, you will no longer be called Lu Chen. You are the successor of the Life-Slaughter lineage, and your name shall be Sha Shengzi."

The Life-Slaughter Saint King spoke to Su Chen.

Beside him, a boy around Su Chen's age widened his eyes and asked, "Master, if he is Sha Shengzi, then what am I?"

The Life-Slaughter Saint King replied indifferently, "You are already a dead man."

The boy's face remained frozen in disbelief until his death.

The Life-Slaughter Saint King continued speaking to Su Chen, "From today onward, you must forget everything from your past. Otherwise, his fate will become yours."

Su Chen nodded.

Truly worthy of the Killing God Hall's style—so ruthless.

Su Chen replaced the original Sha Shengzi and began training under the Life-Slaughter Saint King.

Five years passed in cultivation.

This year, Su Chen turned thirteen.

At thirteen years old, he had reached the Spirit Soul realm, breaking the ten-thousand-year record of the Killing God Hall.

In this Dharma-Ending Age, such progress was simply shocking.

Even so, this was the result of Su Chen deliberately slowing down his cultivation speed.

After he broke through to the Spirit Soul realm, his peaceful days came to an end. The Life-Slaughter Saint King directly sent him down to the lowest level of the Killing God Hall to take on missions and fend for himself.

Su Chen still remembered the Saint King's warning: "No matter who you encounter, never reveal your identity or expose your Origin Spirit Divine Body if you want to stay alive."

His identity meant nothing to Su Chen, and he did not care about it.

Still, he kept the Life-Slaughter Saint King's words firmly in mind. He felt that things were not so simple. Sending one of the three hall masters—a Saint King expert—to wipe out a small clan like the Lu Clan was far too heavy-handed.

It was quite intriguing.

Su Chen left the Life-Slaughter Hall.

The bronze-masked elder watched him depart with deep, profound eyes.

Eyes filled with wild ambition.

…

Inside the Killing God Hall, Su Chen accepted his first mission. His target was a young genius from the Eternal World.

Killing was nothing new to him. In fact, the number of lives he had taken in the past far exceeded the total number of people currently in the entire Killing God Hall.

Su Chen had his own methods when it came to killing.

"Sword Pavilion, Cheng Wu."

Su Chen looked at the mission details in his hand. Sword Pavilion was guarded by a Profound Connection realm expert, and Cheng Wu was a once-in-a-millennium genius of the pavilion.

None of that mattered.

Su Chen left the mission hall and set out to find Cheng Wu according to the provided clues.

One month later.

Cheng Wu departed from Sword Pavilion.

The sky was blue, the grass lush, and the scenery picturesque.

"Young Master, someone is blocking the road ahead," a maidservant reported respectfully to a bold and unrestrained young man.

The youth was none other than Cheng Wu, the genius of Sword Pavilion. He was heading to an auction.

"Who is so blind as to block my path?" Anger flashed in Cheng Wu's eyes. "Why haven't the accompanying elders killed him yet?"

The maidservant replied in a trembling voice, "The elders… are no match for him."

Cheng Wu looked surprised, but he still scoffed, "A bunch of useless trash. They can't even handle such a small matter and need me to do it myself. Where is he? I want to see who has the guts to do this."

The maidservant suddenly fell silent.

"Young Master… he has already… arrived."

The moment her words ended, a thin line of blood appeared on her neck. Her head separated from her body and fell powerlessly to the ground.

Cheng Wu's pupils shrank to pinpricks.

Behind the maidservant stood a figure in blood-stained clothes wearing a bronze ghost-face mask. He was not tall or imposing—rather slim and small in stature—but the moment Cheng Wu's gaze landed on him, a chill ran down his spine, and his entire body turned cold.

Cheng Wu instantly became wary, as if facing a formidable enemy.

"I have no grudge against you. Why do you want to kill me?"

Su Chen replied calmly, "Someone paid to buy your life. That's all."

Cheng Wu quickly said, "Whoever wants my life, I will pay double the price."

Su Chen refused, "A tempting offer, but I am a killer with principles."

Cheng Wu stared cautiously at Su Chen. This bronze-masked man gave him an unfathomable feeling, like staring into an abyss. He was extremely dangerous. The man had slipped in without making any noise, which meant the elders outside had likely already met a tragic end.

Cheng Wu continued, "If five times isn't enough, then ten times. You know my identity. Sword Pavilion will spare no cost to redeem my life."

Su Chen still refused. "This is my first job. I cannot afford to fail."

If he failed on his very first mission, how could he continue in this line of work?

Countless strands of sword qi erupted from the ground.

"Interesting sword dao," Su Chen commented.

It seemed Cheng Wu could predict his next move.

Unfortunately, that was all he could do.

Su Chen pointed with a single finger. A wisp of blood-colored sword qi slashed out and annihilated every strand of sword qi.

"You… You are from the Killing God Hall!"