The Gate of Reincarnation Opens

The Gate of Reincarnation swung open. At that moment, Laozi arrived—one of the top three beneath the Ancestral Gods. He cultivated the Dao of Non-Action, drifting above worldly affairs, yet his divine power was fathomless, deep beyond measure.

One after another, figures charged into the hell—all ancient beings who had survived from primordial ages. Ordinary cultivators dared not contend with them, watching from afar in silence.

Lord Tongtian had already made his move, his long sleeve lashing out like a blade, reducing many cultivators to ash. Such ruthless methods struck terror into the onlookers. To a powerful Half-Ancestor, mortals were nothing but ants; killing a few carried no guilt.

Yet when the great powers all entered, the remaining cultivators could not resist temptation. Someone made the first move, rushing into the hell, and then a tide of reckless cultivators surged in after him.

Voices clamored. The hell was in uproar as countless cultivators forced their way inside.

Xiao Chen, Yao Yao, Xuan Xuan, Yizhen, Samo, Nalis, and Jue Dao also entered the hell. A divine treasury that moved Laozi, the Buddha, Primordial, and Tongtian—how could it not draw people? No one could resist such allure.

In the dark hell, ghostly shadows flitted as cultivators flew across a vast, desolate Gobi desert, white bones scattered across the land like pale stars, adding to the spectral atmosphere.

They flew over the desolate expanse until a brilliant light blossomed ahead—a colossal passage in the sky.

Lord Tongtian, the Buddha, Primordial, Laozi, Sun Wu, Allah, and the Sun Holy God rushed in first. Kong Xuan, the White Tiger Saint Emperor, the Great Demon King, and others followed close behind.

"Ya ya… the fourth seal is breaking! The Paradise Lost World is about to emerge!"

Keke's childish voice rang out clearly, shocking everyone. The Paradise Lost World… did that mean a whole world lay beyond this spatial passage?

Boom!

An overwhelming pressure exploded outward. The passage blazed with light, and the hell shook.

"The fifth seal is broken!"

"Roar…" A dragon cry erupted from within. A colossal dragon king charged out, a thousand zhang long. Aside from its tail, it resembled an Ancestral Dragon in every detail.

Dragon might rolled forth. But the instant it emerged, it shattered into fragments. This was… the soul of a dragon king! Trapped in the fifth seal, it had dissipated at the moment of release. Endless ages had drained all its power.

Even a dragon king had been sealed to death within… This only deepened the mystery of what the Paradise Lost World truly was.

"The sixth seal is broken…" Keke's young voice came again.

At that moment, an ancient war sword flew out of the passage—simple, without any energy fluctuation, its surface carved with intricate patterns, bearing the weight of ages.

As soon as the sword appeared, Primordial, Tongtian, and the Sun Holy God all charged out, fighting fiercely to claim it.

Those ordinary cultivators inside the passage who harbored greed instantly met their doom. They didn't even have time to scream before they were reduced to ash in an instant.

Before Half-Ancestors, even powerful cultivators were no more than mayflies or ants—utterly unable to contend. The scene was staggering: no flesh remained, no bones, utterly erased from the world.

Flash—a second Tongtian appeared—his true body. Above his head floated the diagram of the Immortal-Slaying Formation, surrounded by four ferocious swords. He repelled Primordial and swept aside the Sun Holy God, merging the four swords with the formation diagram to block the two great powers.

Both Tongtians reached out simultaneously, their light flickering as they stabilized the war sword that was trying to fly into the sky.

The war sword struggled repeatedly. Even the two Tongtians seemed unable to hold it. Only when the Immortal-Slaying, Soul-Trapping, Life-Sealing, and God-Killing swords all flew over, shooting four beams of divine light into the war sword, did it gradually quiet.

Primordial and the Sun Holy God sighed helplessly and flew into the spatial passage.

The Otherworld expert hidden in the shadows raged, "Those four swords belong to my realm! Using them to collect a war sword is the height of shamelessness! Even if you obtain it, you can never refine it!"

Lord Tongtian sneered, waving his sleeve to shatter space nearby, sending a figure flying away.

"I have found a way to refine even these four swords. One more makes no difference. Your so-called inability to refine is not absolute."

"The seventh seal is broken!" Keke cried out from within.

Five war swords shot out in succession, tearing through the void, trying to escape the hell and vanish into the starry sky.

Laozi, the Buddha, Primordial, Sun Wu, and the Sun Holy God all struck at once, each pursuing one war sword.

The distant onlookers now understood: these Twenty-Four War Swords were of unimaginable origin—otherwise, why would Half-Ancestors care so much? Moreover, Tongtian's four swords—Immortal-Slaying, God-Killing, Life-Sealing, Soul-Trapping—seemed to share the same origin as the war swords. The very thought was staggering.

Without exception, the five each used their divine arts and obtained a war sword.

Hidden in the shadows, the Otherworld expert seemed frantic, shouting in fury, "The Twenty-Four War Swords do not belong to this world! How dare you seize them? Even if you obtain them, you can never gather them all. They are no more than sharp blades—impossible to unleash their true power!"

No one paid him any attention. They all charged into the spatial passage again.

"The eighth seal is broken! Oh, the ninth too…" The little white beast's startled voice came from within.

Light blazed. Tongtian, Primordial, Laozi, the Buddha, Allah, the Sun Holy God, and the others all flew out of the passage. A vast, unfathomable force seemed to be swallowing everything outside. Even they had to retreat temporarily.

The vast army of white bones on the Demon Plain seemed summoned, charging into the hell.

The hell was in chaos. Every skeleton appeared to revive, kneeling in prostration as if worshipping.

It was a shocking sight—every skeleton in the entire hell, from complete remains to scattered fragments, all moved in perfect unison, kneeling toward the spatial passage. Though they had no emotions, their reverence was palpable.

After a heart-stopping wave of energy, the passage fell still, its light becoming soft and gentle.

Tongtian's incarnation merged with his true body, the formation diagram above his head, four killing swords revolving around him. He shielded a little white beast and charged in first. Primordial, the Buddha, and others followed without hesitation, all surging into the passage.

Kong Xuan, the White Tiger Saint Emperor, and others came next.

The remaining cultivators did not move. The conflicts among these great powers had already caused many deaths; they had to consider their own safety.

After a long time, some bold ones finally lost patience, summoning their courage to enter the passage, moving cautiously inward.

Where there was one, there would be a second. People grew bolder. Led by the first few, many began to stir.

"Ah! The Paradise Lost World… How can this be?"

Those inside cried out in shock.

Then more and more people screamed.

"Let's go. We're going in too," Yao Yao said at that moment.

"I don't want to die yet," Xiao Chen refused outright. He had seen the methods of Tongtian, Laozi, and the others, and felt that entering now might get him obliterated by the shockwaves of their battle.

"Hehe… Don't worry. I don't want to die either." Yao Yao laughed. "Do you know why it's called the Paradise Lost World? I got a little information from the first sect master of the Demon Heavenly Palace. Everyone below the Ancestral God level will lose their smiles, because all their divine power will vanish—they'll become like ordinary people."

The screams inside confirmed her words.

"My cultivation is completely gone!"

"What's happening? I've become a mortal!"

Without hesitation, Yao Yao, Yizhen, Xiao Chen, Xuan Xuan, Jue Dao, and the others rushed into the spatial passage. Clearly, they were not the only ones who knew this news; even more figures were charging in.

The moment he entered the Paradise Lost World, Xiao Chen felt as though he had truly become a mortal. His cultivation had vanished completely, leaving only his powerful physical body—still as if forged from steel.

With his powers gone, he could only rely on his formidable treasure body. The Half-Ancestors who had entered fearlessly must have stronger backing.

Within was a miraculous pure land. Outside the passage lay dark hell, but the Paradise Lost World itself was radiant with light, filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers, brimming with vibrant life.

More and more cultivators charged in, running toward the misty, cloud-veiled distance.

Xiao Chen and the others traveled far through this beautiful world, when suddenly they sensed immense danger approaching.

Three war swords—no energy fluctuation, no light—shot toward them, aimed directly at Xiao Chen's chest and abdomen.

He could not dodge; the war swords were too fast. All his divine arts had vanished, but he unfolded the Eight Aspect Worlds technique.

"Pfft!"

Blood splattered. The three war swords pierced through Xiao Chen's torso, sending three streams of blood jetting out, pinning him as they flew forward.

"Xiao Chen!" Yizhen cried out in shock, chasing after him alongside the Azure Dragon King.

But the three war swords were too fast—impossible to catch.

Xiao Chen felt excruciating pain. The swords had run him through; even his soul seemed about to shatter. He felt himself growing weaker, as if death was near.

And the war swords only accelerated, flying like shooting stars.

Below, the vast earth raced past—beautiful rivers, splendid flower plains, all flashing by.

Finally, a terror that made even his soul tremble reached Xiao Chen's fading consciousness.

A colossal stele stood before him, towering into the clouds! Though it radiated no energy, its very presence seemed to shake heaven and earth—a shock that came straight from the soul.

"So this is the Paradise Lost… sealed by a Heavenly Stele…"

Through the haze, he heard a voice. Vaguely, he glimpsed a divine garden.