Reverend Cultivation

The seventy-fourth region of the higher realm.

Darkness. 

As far as the eyes could see, only darkness and the stars above existed. This darkness was special, anyone who saw it would feel it to be moving, as if alive. 

The numerous stars above shone glistening with dazzling colors. Millions of stars gathered in one place, forming a beautiful galaxy. 

This galaxy appeared very near, enough to give the onlooker a feeling that they could touch it with their outstretched hand. 

Suddenly, a ripple appeared in the darkness, it was like a small rock was thrown in the middle of a serene lake. 

Plop~ plop~ plop~ 

Ripple continued appearing in a certain rhythm. 

At that moment, A figure covered in a black robe could be seen walking in the darkness. Wherever he stepped, a water ripple formed spreading to its surroundings. 

The black-robed man continued walking for a few seconds at the same pace, before his steps came to an abrupt stop. 

The man's body levitated up from his standstill position. His body moved into the darkness nearby, vanishing instantly, engulfed by the dark miasma. 

He lost interest in this place. 

A silhouette of a mountain appeared in the distance, the black-robed man landed at the peak of it, slightly revealing his dull red eyes as his bangs fluttered. The dull red eyes gave an unfathomable feeling, the darkness in them appeared endless.

His long white hair reaching to the waist did not flutter — the air in the surrounding was almost nonexistent. 

The mountain below the black-robed man was peach black. It looked as if it was made of some black miasma coiling around each other tightly. 

The whole mountain thus appeared like a silhouette and nothing more. 

Strange plants grew around the mountain. They had a peculiar appearance, having black stems which made them almost invisible if not for the brightly growing fruits on them. 

These fruits were star path materials. 

With his dull eyes, The black-robbed man looked at the sky, waiting for something. 

At that instant, soundlessly, many flashes of light appeared in the sky, moving toward man.

The man's brow rose: "So it has begun at last."  An eerie and cold voice left his mouth.

The air around him changed drastically, an evil smile adorned his face, along with his red eyes Shining in a ferocious light, filled with killing intent. An intimidating feeling would rise within anyone who looked at him.

The streaks of light stopped around the robed man, surrounding him from every direction. 

As the light scattered, there stood many figures radiating ruthless energy.

The cultivator in the lead moved a step forward. A golden shockwave was released from his body, traveling to every corner of the area. It carried a voice. 

''Louvain, you demon, quietly hand over the inheritance you found and I will spare your life!'' An old man with a long beard reaching to his knee said in a disdainful tone. 

The robed man, Louvain's brow rose, and he spoke in an eerie voice: ''How did you all get here? The array should be working just fine.'' 

Even while knowing the reason the man asked, showing his faked bewilderment. 

The answer he got was an all-out attack from the righteous faction. 

"Hmph!" Louvain's expression turned to that of disdain too. The suppressed aura within his body was released at once, creating a black shockwave. The rise of this black wave was like the rise of the ferocious dragon, it traveled to a large distance unstoppably. 

The advance of the righteous faction halted for a second before they started moving even more fervently. 

An intense battle insured at once, dark matter condensed into many spears, defending and attacking themselves, around Louvain.

The silhouette mountain was destroyed and ravaged to the ground in a matter of minutes.

"So it's the truth! That old bastard became a peak rank-six cultivator! This must be because of the inheritance, no doubt!" 

"Everyone attack! we must take this inheritance for ourselves today, no matter the cost!" 

"Hmph, today we will hunt down this demonic cultivator for sure."

"Kill!" 

.....

Many people among the righteous faction gathered because of greed. 

While some gathered for...

"You old bastard! just to get your hands on that inheritance, you sacrificed millions of people ruthlessly!''

''Such inheritance is not meant for the likes of you, just hand it over! I shall take revenge for what you did to my moulin clan one hundred years ago, today for sure!"

''Because of you bastard, I had to turn myself into this ridiculous zombie. I have been waiting for such an opportunity. Today I shall exact all my vengeance from you!'' A zombie with green skin and a height of more than five meters spoke. It had four arms and an ugly face filled with hatred.

"A demonic scoundrel like you does not deserve to live!"

...

Came for their grievances and hatred.

.....

Louvain was prepared — many arrays activated protecting him in the middle of battle. 

But the arrays couldn't hold on for a long time in front of the intense and fervent attack of the righteous faction. 

....

Louvain was in deep black robes that had been torn to shreds by numerous attacks. His hair was disheveled but no blood could be seen on his body. 

Numerous cracks formed around his body like cobwebs. Being a body practitioner, the traits of a normal body were discarded long ago by Louvain.

Louvain looked around.

The shredded robes waved lightly in the black waves released by his body, like a flag that stayed in the middle of the battlefield for a long time. 

Enemies surrounded him all around, there was already no way out.

It was a foregone conclusion that he would die here. 

Louvain knew of his situation clearly, but even then his expression didn't change, it was calm. All this was already foreseen by him, nonetheless, he let it happen without resisting.

The righteous faction kept their distance fearing Louvain's last struggle before death. They all either floated in the darkness or stood on the translucent black ground warily. 

The major faction of the righteous path that surrounded Louvain was not just elders, but experienced youth and current-era geniuses.

Louvain gaze lifted above, the stellar sky entered his sight. Louvain's slightly cracked face started shining with a brilliant lustre in the starlight. 

'The end of my life is nearing. Now, it's all up to the incanted item...' 

Louvain's dull red eyes gave a brilliant spark, the ambition and aspiration in his heart were set free at this moment, which might also be the end of his long journey.

"Even after the struggle of 700 years, the stellar sky is far away from my reach.

The fire of ambition in my heart still blooms as brightly as ever, pushing me forward with unwavering determination.

How can there be any success in life without sacrifice? 

Discarding all my being in exchange for another chance to walk on this path!" 

That's right, now it was just do or die. The inheritance he got just gave him two things. 

An incanted item called Reincarnate. 

And a single answer to any question asked to the will of the person who left the inheritance, the divine collector, a rank nine cultivator. 

'If this item works as it is intended, I will be reborn again!' With this thought, Louvain let out soft laughter filled with sinisterness. 

Even after his death, these people would get nothing!

Louvain's laughter was inaudible because of the condition of their surroundings, but the righteous faction could still see Louvain's mocking face. 

"You wicked demon, what are you laughing about!?"

''Everyone attack! he is planning on doing something, I know that bastard the most.'' 

''Be careful everyone....''

The righteous faction surged forward; at this moment, with a loud bang, Louvain self-destructed, taking many people along with him.

One of the people who kept their distance from Louvain looked at the place he self-destructed and clicked his tongue.

"That old demon, he even destroyed his soul."