583: Chapter 583 Trial

The moment the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord’s hand touched the Origin of Reincarnation, the fragments of will remaining in the flesh and blood of myriad races on the circular altar seemed to awaken simultaneously.

Tens of thousands of ancient thoughts converged from all directions, rapidly rotating and collapsing around the Dao of Reincarnation, transforming into a bottomless vortex.

Countless blurry figures and scenes surged within the vortex, as if a passage leading to an unknown world had opened in the blink of an eye.

A violent suction instantly enveloped the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord!

“Not good!”

The Soul-Devouring Demon Lord reacted extremely quickly. The moment he felt the suction, his first instinct was to resist.

The power of Laws around his body surged wildly, attempting to break free from that irresistible suction.

However, what flowed within the vortex was the very rule constructed by the heroic spirits of myriad races at the cost of eternal Reincarnation.

That was the deepest order of this great sealing Formation, the Foundation of Laws bought with the flesh and blood and Dao paths of countless Nascent Soul mighty figures.

In the face of this power, even the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord, a Late Stage Nascent Soul Cultivator, found it difficult to contend.

He could only helplessly follow the suction, continuously falling towards the depths of the vortex.

And the deeper he fell, the more muddled the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord's consciousness became.

Amidst the spinning world, he vaguely heard a furious roar.

The sound seemed to come from an extremely distant place, yet also exploded right by his eardrum.

“My super power, look clearly before you pull someone in!!”

“Ah...!!”

That voice clearly carried an indescribable frustration, but soon after a scream, it was completely drowned out by the roar of the vortex.

The Soul-Devouring Demon Lord had no time to ponder who that voice belonged to, only feeling his vision go black.

His consciousness felt as if it had been thrown into an endless torrent, surging and spinning, then completely plunging into darkness.

He didn't know how much time had passed.

When the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord's consciousness re-coalesced, the first thing he perceived was an extremely strange and pungent odor.

The smell was a mix of the acridity of medicine, the rustiness of metal, and a pungent scent he had never encountered before, making him unconsciously frown.

However, when he slowly opened his eyes, what greeted him was an extremely smooth white ceiling.

Embedded above was a square object emitting a soft white light.

That light was not like spiritual fire, nor like the light of a Magical Artifact, but a completely unfamiliar, cold white glow with a slight electronic hum, illuminating the entire space as if it were daytime.

The Soul-Devouring Demon Lord was stunned for a long time before slowly propping himself up.

He instinctively raised a hand to rub his temples; a faint, dull ache came from deep within his skull.

It was as if something remained in his Sea of Consciousness, an impact that hadn't fully dissipated.

He looked around blankly, finding himself lying on a very peculiar

It was entirely white, its surface covered with a soft material he had never encountered before.

At the foot of the bed hung several transparent bags, containing transparent liquid that slowly flowed down thin tubes, eventually connecting to a tiny metal needle on the back of his hand.

He followed the tube with his gaze, his pupils contracting slightly for an instant.

The surroundings were filled with all sorts of unfamiliar objects he had never seen before.

There were square boxes emitting beeping sounds, with green lines and strange runes flickering on their surfaces.

There were also oddly shaped metal stands, from which transparent liquid bags hung.

The walls were covered with some kind of smooth paneling, adorned with symbols and patterns he couldn't understand.

The Soul-Devouring Demon Lord's gaze swept over these objects one by one, his brows furrowing tighter and tighter.

Finally, he looked down at the strange blue and white clothing he wore, uttering his first question since regaining consciousness.

“Who am I? Where am I? What am I supposed to do?”

The Soul-Devouring Demon Lord leaned back on the soft white bed, staring at the ceiling, plunged into an unprecedented confusion.

However, that confusion didn't last long. Soon, the look in his eyes gradually shifted from bewilderment to an extreme cold indifference.

He remembered, he was the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord Qin Guan, one of the most notorious Late Stage Nascent Soul Great True Lords among the Seven Great Grotto-Heavens of the Xuanxiao Realm.

But then, his heart sank, because he found that his heaven-shaking cultivation had completely vanished.

Like an ancient well completely drained of water, it was now empty, leaving him like a Mortal.

But the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord was not an ordinary person after all. After the initial shock, his Dao Heart, honed over tens of thousands of years, quickly helped him adjust.

He closed his eyes, calmed his mind, and began to carefully ponder his situation.

A moment later, he slowly opened his eyes, and a hint of understanding gradually emerged in their depths.

“So that’s it… this is the Reincarnation Trial.”

The Reincarnation Trial was, in fact, an illusionary realm constructed by the heroic spirits of myriad races at the cost of eternal Reincarnation.

It was both a counter-mechanism for the great sealing Formation and a screening mechanism.

When the heroic spirits of myriad races suppressed the Dao Venerable of Spirit Transformation using the Dao of Reincarnation, they must have considered that doing so might cause some imbalance in the Xuanxiao Realm.

Therefore, it was impossible to eternally seal the Dao of Reincarnation here; they had to leave a sliver of Opportunity for future generations.

But that Opportunity was by no means something

If just anyone could casually touch the Dao of Reincarnation, there was a high probability that they would accidentally release the Dao Venerable of Spirit Transformation, with unimaginable consequences.

Therefore, only those strong enough could break through layers of Restrictions and face the Origin of the Great Dao.

And at this point, the true trial began.

The trial participant would be dragged into the world of Reincarnation and experience a true Reincarnation.

Only by living through this life would they pass the trial, return to reality, and gain the recognition of the Dao of Reincarnation.

In other words, he would most likely have to live a complete life in this world.

The Soul-Devouring Demon Lord narrowed his eyes slightly, a plan forming in his mind.

Since it was a life, he would live it well.

He believed that with his intellect and methods, a mere Reincarnation illusionary realm couldn't possibly trap a dignified Nascent Soul True Monarch, could it?

As for how to break through and escape, the answer was simple.

That was to ascend to the Peak of this world with a new identity, and naturally, he would be able to break out of the situation.

Compared to others, the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord had a distinct advantage: he still retained his Nascent Soul Position (status/rank).

With his Nascent Soul Position (status/rank) accompanying him, he had not lost his memory at all; he started with inherent wisdom.

This meant that many of his

Whether it was Cultivation Techniques or Divine Abilities, Formations or Artifact Refining, those tens of thousands of years of accumulated experience and wisdom were like imprints carved into his bones, ready to be awakened at any time.

This advantage naturally placed him in an unbeatable position.

The only prerequisite was that this world should preferably also be a Cultivation World.

Of course, if it wasn't, it wouldn't really matter.

It's just that, relatively speaking, the progress in Cultivation might be much slower.

After all, he currently only had memories, not his full strength.

So, if he had to re-create a system or Cultivate the Dao traditions of this world, the progress would naturally be much slower than the immortal Dao.

However, these were all matters for later; the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord was very confident in himself.

And thinking of this, the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord couldn't help but feel a little amused and exasperated.

Truly, Karma cycles, retribution is swift.

He had just trapped the Six Great True Lords in the Reincarnation Barrier, making them suffer hundreds of lifetimes of Reincarnation.

Who would have thought that in a blink of an eye, he himself would follow in their footsteps.

However, the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord had still taken things too lightly.

What he didn't know was that this Reincarnation had an accident from the very beginning.

Originally, this Reincarnation world should have been constructed based on his own experiences.

That is to say, it would use Qin Guan's past as a framework to generate a logical trial illusionary realm.

But for some unknown reason, at the moment he was dragged into the Reincarnation vortex, the consciousness of a certain Cultivator surnamed Lu was also swept in.

Then, some uncontrollable fusion and entanglement occurred within the Reincarnation vortex.

Thus, the foundational structure of this Reincarnation world was no longer pure.

The memory fragments, cognitive biases, and understanding of the world from two people were mixed together.

Like a hodgepodge clumsily put together, it ultimately created an absurd and bizarre world.

This world was called Azure Star, divided into nine continents, also known as the Nine Continents Land.

The good news was that Cultivation in this world was still the immortal Dao, with a prevalent trend of Cultivation, following the Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, and Nascent Soul Stages.

The Nine Continents Land was covered with Cultivation forces, and Cultivators were countless.

This was the information the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord found after spending several days sorting through this body's memories and painstakingly learning how to operate the square

Moreover, the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord indeed sensed the Spiritual Qi permeating the air.

It was just that this spiritual energy was very mixed and thin, incomparable to the dense Spiritual Veins of the Xuanxiao Realm.

But at least it proved that the rules of this world still followed the immortal Dao system.

This meant that he could re-Cultivate with his original Cultivation Techniques and methods, without having to create a Dao tradition from scratch.

And with his profound Foundation, as long as he was given enough time, returning to his Peak was merely a matter of course.

However, the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord felt no great joy; instead, his brows were tightly furrowed.

This world, everywhere, exuded an indescribable sense of incongruity.

On the streets were towering steel skyscrapers, and long iron-shelled worms speeding like flowing water.

Floating airships could be seen in the gaps between buildings, along with complex networks of neon lights and electrical wires.

Finally, there was the news playing on the television.

Something about

Something about

Something about

The host spoke a language he could understand, but combined, it made no sense at all.

Finally, the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the bustling streets below, and his mouth twitched slightly.

What in the world is this place?

How is it so different from the Xuanxiao Realm in his memory?

High towers and flying ships coexisted, neon lights and spiritual radiance intertwined, Mortals and Cultivators shared the same world, yet each followed completely different rules.

What made him most uncomfortable was that the Cultivators in this world no longer seemed to draw swords at the slightest disagreement.

Instead, they followed a system called

Where the hell did I end up?

For a moment, the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord almost thought he had fallen into the trap of the Yuji Jisi Tianzhenjun (True Lord of the Imperial Extremity and Heavenly Authority).

After all, a place with strict Laws existing within a competitive Cultivation World was simply too similar to the Yujing Dao Court's system.

But he was, after all, the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord, and he quickly dismissed this absurd speculation.

After all, although there were legal constraints, fundamentally it was vastly different from the Yujing Dao Court; the two simply couldn't be conflated.

This was probably the peculiar aspect of this world.

Having understood these things, the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord quickly regained his spirits.

No matter how bizarre this world was, with his abilities, he would always find a way to break it.

However, the priority was still to improve his Cultivation first, and only then consider self-preservation.

But what made the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord speechless was that this body's Aptitude was extremely poor.

In this world full of Cultivators, he was actually still a Mortal who hadn't even managed to perform Qi Refining and enter the body!

“What a waste!”

Although he cursed inwardly, the profound Foundation of a Nascent Soul True Monarch was still there.

He was intimately familiar with how to Cultivate and how to precisely guide Spiritual Qi through a complete circulation.

So, he only took one breath to draw Qi into his body, Condense magical power, and step into Qi Refining First Layer.

And once he had magical power, he used himself as the Formation's Foundation, quickly setting up a simple Spirit Gathering Formation to absorb all the surrounding Spiritual Qi and temper his body.

In less than two days, he had already reached Qi Refining Ninth Layer.

Although it was as minuscule as dust compared to the vast Cultivation of the Nascent Soul Stage, it was already enough for self-preservation among the lower-level Cultivators of this world.

Thus, the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord prepared to leave this place called a

However, just then.

Bang!

The door to the ward was kicked open from the outside without warning, with such force that the door panel hit the wall with a dull thud.

The Soul-Devouring Demon Lord's eyes turned cold, and he instinctively turned his head to see a young woman striding in.

This woman had a beautiful face, exquisite makeup, and a well-tailored dress. Her steps carried an air of condescension.

She walked to the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord's bed, looking down at him, and without regard for his current state, immediately launched into a sharp reprimand.

“Qin Ming, how many times have I told you! There is no relationship between us!

That was just a joke between our fathers, why do you take it seriously? Don't think too highly of yourself!”

“And I warn you, don’t go bothering Young Master Chen again, or you’ll bear the consequences!”

Staring at the incessant chatter of the woman before him, the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord was initially somewhat bewildered.

But soon, he understood something, and his eyes suddenly turned icy cold.

A surge of hostility also abruptly rose in his chest.

It had been so long, truly too long.

So long that he could barely remember the last time someone dared to speak to him in such a tone.

The ashes of those who once dared to be presumptuous in front of him had long since scattered into some unknown Void Realm.