The Dao of Reincarnation (232-233) (Patreon)

Chapter 232: The Undying Nether Emperor (Part 13)

Everyone froze in shock.

What was happening? The weapon spirit had actually called that peerless fiendish crow "Master"?

The expert holding the Confucian Sword Saint's inheritance roared in fury, "What are you doing? I am the rightful successor of the Confucian Sword Saint!"

He held the inheritance in his hands, yet the weapon spirit had acknowledged someone else as its master?

The golden-robed boy turned his head. His black-and-white pupils transformed into brilliant gold, devoid of any emotion.

"Ant, are you questioning me?"

The expert holding the inheritance felt as if he had been struck by lightning. For a brief instant, he sensed he was about to be erased from existence.

Seeing how weak and pathetic the man was, the golden-robed boy's eyes flashed with disdain.

"Trash."

No one dared to refute him.

The golden-robed boy turned back to Su Chen. The cold, emotionless eyes instantly filled with flattery and respect.

"Master's talent is unmatched throughout the ages. How could that old man's inheritance possibly be worthy of you?"

Su Chen looked at the weapon spirit, who was acting like a complete bootlicker.

This guy was no fool. He clearly understood Su Chen's potential and value.

"You will follow me from now on," Su Chen said. "Your name shall be Jin Da."

The golden-robed boy nodded repeatedly in delight. "Thank you, Master, for bestowing a name upon me!"

However, he quickly hesitated and said awkwardly, "Actually… Master, I already have a name."

"That's not important," Su Chen replied. "From now on, you are Jin Da. Of course, you can also be called Jin Xiao if you prefer."

Jin Da: "..."

"Master, I'll go with Jin Da."

At least it had the word "big" in it.

Su Chen soon learned from Jin Da about the treasures the Confucian Sword Saint had left behind. In addition to Jin Da himself, the Saint King artifact, there was a flawless sacred herb and a vast collection of other precious items.

With these resources, the Confucian Sword Saint could have lived another lifetime. Unfortunately, his journey through the starry sky had shattered his Dao heart, leaving him with no desire to continue living.

Now, all of it belonged to Su Chen.

To him, these items were far more valuable than the Confucian Sword Saint's inheritance.

With the weapon spirit no longer suppressing it, the Confucian Sword Saint's relic began to collapse rapidly. Everyone hurriedly evacuated.

The moment Su Chen and Jin Da stepped out of the relic, a massive crack tore open in the sky, blocking out the sun for tens of thousands of miles. An overwhelming power descended like an ancient deity.

"This is the power of a Saint! A Saint has taken action!"

Saints were the supreme existences of the Flying Cloud Realm. Every Saint could look down upon the entire world.

The terrifying aura condensed into a giant hand that stirred the seas and heavens as it grabbed directly toward Su Chen.

It was intended to kill him on the spot.

"It's the Saint of the Abyssal Sea Sacred Land! He has come to kill that peerless fiendish crow!"

"It must be because of the Great Elder's death. The Saint ancestor of the Abyssal Sea Sacred Land has crossed space to personally slay this monster!"

Countless experts grew excited. But their excitement was short-lived. Both humans and demons were crushed into nothingness by the mere aftershock of the Saint's power. All beings beneath a Saint were mere ants.

"How dare a mere Saint harm Master!"

Jin Da's eyes flashed with rage. His body transformed into a golden brush covered in countless golden characters. The might of a Saint King artifact swept across the heavens as thousands of ancient words manifested.

"Ridiculous. A mere weapon dares to speak arrogantly and compare itself to a Saint!"

The Saint of the Abyssal Sea Sacred Land responded coldly. A giant hand that could destroy everything in all directions descended. In this world, a Saint was an absolute powerhouse.

Two terrifying auras collided. The surrounding land turned to ash in an instant. Jin Da's golden characters transformed into thousands of killing formations.

"You are… the Confucian Sword Pen of the Confucian Sword Saint! You are a Saint artifact of our human race! Why are you protecting a member of another race?!"

The Saint of the Abyssal Sea Sacred Land manifested his true form. Upon recognizing Jin Da, his eyes burned with killing intent.

The weapon that had blocked his full-powered strike was none other than the lifebound artifact of Flying Cloud Realm's strongest human expert from ancient times.

"Cut the nonsense. Obviously, it's because my Master is far superior to you lot. A worthless Saint whose cultivation has peaked and whose potential is exhausted—do you even deserve to carry shoes for my Master?"

Jin Da retorted without the slightest politeness.

A ruler of a Sacred Land, a Saint who stood above billions of living beings, had just been called trash.

The few survivors still enduring the Saint's aftershocks watched in utter despair.

The Saint of the Abyssal Sea Sacred Land trembled with rage before letting out a chilling, bone-piercing laugh.

A supreme expert who had looked down upon the world for countless years had been insulted as trash.

The heavens and earth churned violently.

Su Chen gripped Jin Da in one hand.

"Slash!"

A single word manifested as a brilliant rune in the sky.

The enraged Saint froze.

"Saint… Saint King…"

Jin Da was equally shocked. When he revived on his own, his power was only equivalent to a seventh or eighth-layer Saint. Yet the moment Su Chen wielded him, a single word unleashed power comparable to a half-step Saint King.

The terrifying strike seemed to tear Flying Cloud Realm apart. Numerous ancient Saints hidden across the realm were startled, their expressions filled with dread at this unprecedented aura.

Drops of scorching Saint blood fell from the void, forming rivers that flowed across the land.

Su Chen looked at the spatial fissure.

"He actually escaped. No matter. The monk may run, but the temple cannot. The day I break through to Nirvana will be the day the Abyssal Sea Sacred Land is destroyed."

Su Chen spoke calmly.

A deathly silence fell. The surviving beings did not even know when the peerless fiendish crow had departed. For a moment, they could not tell whether what they had witnessed was real or an illusion. A demon who had not even reached the Nirvana realm had casually declared he would annihilate an entire Sacred Land.

Strangely, they all felt in their hearts that this fiendish crow could truly do it. After all, even the Saint ancestor of the Abyssal Sea Sacred Land had been gravely wounded by him.

...

On the way back, Jin Da chattered endlessly in admiration of his new Master.

"Master truly possesses the potential of a Great Saint. Your attainment in the sword dao is so profound! Once Master breaks through to Nirvana, with me in your hands, we will definitely teach that useless Saint a harsh lesson!"

Jin Da had seen the starry sky and witnessed many Saints with divine bodies and powerful talents. In his eyes, a Saint like the one from the Abyssal Sea Sacred Land was nothing but trash. He held only his unrivaled Master in high regard.

Su Chen felt that the name he had given Jin Da was indeed fitting.

Along the way, Jin Da kept praising him as having "Great Saint potential." Was this guy cursing him?

It had been a very long time since Su Chen had heard the term "Great Saint potential." Actually, he had never heard it before.

Unknowingly, Su Chen returned to his territory. After comforting Yuan Yuan, he instructed Jin Da to guard the domain. He then entered seclusion to digest the gains from this trip.

Chapter 233: The Undying Nether Emperor (Part 14)

Time passed swiftly.

Fifty years had gone by since Su Chen entered seclusion. Ever since he had injured the Saint from the Overturning Sea Sacred Land, that faction had remained completely silent. The various human powers had also stayed quiet.

Meanwhile, powerful demon beasts continued to flock to Su Chen's territory. Even the offspring of demon Saints had joined them.

One day, a wisp of black flame spiraled across the sky. A powerful fluctuation spread outward.

"Master has successfully broken through to the Nirvana Realm!"

Jin Da flew into the sky and waited respectfully at the side.

Su Chen had indeed advanced to the Nirvana Realm.

At that moment, a snow-white, fluffy figure shot toward the heavens. It transformed into a petite loli wearing snow-white fur clothing, with fluffy ears and a long, swaying tail behind her.

"It's Yuan Yuan," Su Chen said softly.

He caught the small figure with both hands.

After fifty years apart, Yuan Yuan's cultivation had reached the Spirit Sea Realm. Thanks to her sixth-grade bloodline, she could now partially take human form, though not completely—her ears and tail remained as clear proof.

"Big Brother Crow, you've finally come out of seclusion!"

The little girl's delicate, doll-like face glowed with joy. She burrowed eagerly into Su Chen's arms, her fluffy tail wagging nonstop.

Su Chen gently pinched her cheek. Even as a child, this little fox spirit was already captivating. Her adorable appearance was in no way inferior to peerless beauties. Some preferred mature older sisters, others loved cute lolis—each had their own taste.

After comforting the little one, Su Chen looked down at the gathered demon powerhouses and spoke calmly.

"Today… we will bathe the Overturning Sea Sacred Land in blood."

The Overturning Sea Sacred Land had provoked him again and again. Did they truly think he was someone they could trample at will?

The demon kings, demon emperors, and even demon venerates grew excited. They were about to wipe out a human sacred land. For countless years, no sacred land's orthodox lineage had ever been destroyed in the Flying Cloud Realm.

...

Inside the Overturning Sea Sacred Land, the elders wore grim, despairing expressions.

Not long ago, the peerless black crow had broken through to the Nirvana Realm and summoned a massive demon tide. Countless powerful demon experts had answered his call, all charging straight toward the Overturning Sea Sacred Land.

The sacred land's elders and disciples had fought desperately, but they could not stop the overwhelming tide. Countless lives had been lost.

"Where is the Sacred Lord? Is he still in seclusion?"

The elders were frantic.

"The Sacred Lord… there has been no news from him," one elder replied, his face ashen.

Fifty years earlier, after learning of the Great Elder's death and the Saint Ancestor's severe injury, the Sacred Lord had announced his seclusion, intending to break through to the Saint Realm with all his strength. Yet now, a full fifty years had passed without a single word from him.

"The sacred land is on the brink of destruction. Why is he still in seclusion?" an elder growled through gritted teeth.

"We must wake the Sacred Lord. The sacred land has reached a critical moment of life or death. Only he can take charge of the situation."

The other elders quickly voiced their agreement.

A large group of elders hurried to the Sacred Lord's closed-door cultivation ground. Ignoring the guardian elder's attempts to stop them, they burst inside.

"Sacred Lord… the Sacred Lord is gone!"

The chamber was empty. It soon became clear that not only had the Sacred Lord disappeared, but the sacred land's Saint artifact was also missing. Even the Saint Ancestor had vanished.

Su Chen only learned these details after he had destroyed the Overturning Sea Sacred Land.

"..."

He had never expected that the leaders of a dignified sacred land would abandon their entire faction and flee in fear of him—a mere Nirvana Realm "little" demon. They had even taken most of the sacred land's accumulated treasures with them.

"You'd best pray that I never encounter you in the starry skies," Su Chen swore inwardly.

How dare they steal what belonged to him?

News of Su Chen's destruction of the Overturning Sea Sacred Land quickly spread throughout the Flying Cloud Realm.

"Old Ancestor, must we really allow that peerless black crow to run rampant like this?" a sacred land elder asked his ancestor with reluctance.

Allowing one of the human race's sacred lands to be wiped out was a heavy loss for the entire human faction in the Flying Cloud Realm.

However, the elder soon noticed that his Saint Ancestor was looking at him with a rather strange expression.

"Forget it. Let that demon stir up trouble as he wishes. This time, the Overturning Sea Sacred Land was in the wrong first. Their destruction is simply the cycle of cause and effect."

"True dragons cannot be bred in shallow waters. Once that demon has had enough of wreaking havoc here, he will naturally head to broader horizons. At that point, we won't have to see him anymore."

This was the explanation given by the Saints of the other sacred lands. The elders believed it as well.

Only after the elder had left did the Saint Ancestor mutter to himself, "It seems the sacred lands need a thorough cleansing. Other factions' spies have already infiltrated us."

As if they would actually intervene.

Fifty years ago, the old fellow from the Overturning Sea Sacred Land had been severely injured in a single strike. That ancestor had ranked among the top five Saints in the entire Flying Cloud Realm.

Asking him to stop a great fiend armed with a flawless Saint King artifact? They might as well have wanted him dead.

...

Su Chen felt utterly helpless. No matter how he stirred up trouble, the various powers in the Flying Cloud Realm followed one simple principle: stay low and submit.

Whenever Su Chen arrived at their door, the elders would be waiting with piles of spiritual herbs, precious materials, and treasures. Whatever he demanded, they handed over without the slightest haggling.

This left Su Chen quite frustrated. Even the tribute items had changed from things like tiger penis and deer antlers to eighth-grade spiritual medicines, spiritual fruits, and even quasi-Saint medicines.

With the other side being so cooperative, Su Chen found it difficult to start a massacre. Beating someone who greeted you with a smiling face only brought a sense of guilt.

"Are they trying to make me cultivate faster so I'll leave this realm sooner?" Su Chen thought, feeling rather strange.

The sole purpose behind their obedience was to wait for him to grow stronger and depart. After all, the Flying Cloud Realm was simply too small. They believed that with the fiend's exceptional talent, he would eventually step out into the wider world. When that day came, the entire realm would finally see peace. It was a crude method, yet undeniably the most effective one.

With Su Chen's current strength and a Saint King artifact in hand, confronting any force was like the King of Hell calling roll. Unless a living Saint King still guarded the place, resistance was pointless. Even then, such a being would not choose a fight to the death.

Thus, Su Chen became the overlord of the realm while still in the Nirvana Realm.

In the blink of an eye, another five hundred years passed. Su Chen's cultivation had reached the peak of Nirvana.

"It seems… the energy I've gathered is still not enough for a fourth Nirvana."

Su Chen fell silent. He had already scraped the Flying Cloud Realm clean of its resources. It would be a long time before any new Saints could be born. Yet even that was not enough for his next breakthrough.

"Never mind… I'll have to enter the starry skies ahead of schedule."

Su Chen made up his mind to leave.

Gradually, the legend of the peerless black crow faded from the Flying Cloud Realm. But in its place, rumors arose of a supreme great demon who wielded a sword and brush, dominating the realm as its new tyrant.