Chương 197: Chapter 86: A Mind Without Obsessions, Shattering Divine Abilities

The world warped in an instant. Reyn found himself standing in the center of a desolate, gloomy graveyard. Swirling grey mist drifted lazily around the perimeter, sealing the area off like an isolated pocket of space. He knit his brows slightly, but his face remained completely devoid of panic. Suddenly, the countless graves within the cemetery began to shudder. Rotting hands burst from the damp soil, clawing at the earth as decayed corpses dragged their heavy, putrid frames into the open.

Their jaundiced eyes burned with venomous malice, locked onto Reyn. Low growls escaped their throat-less maws as their putrid, skeletal bodies swayed, closing in on him from all directions. Though these walking corpses were in a wretched state of decay—their flesh sloughing off to reveal stark white bone—Reyn could still easily recognize their faces. Every single one of them was a cultivator who had fallen by his hand since he first stepped into the cultivation world!

There was the seductive female cultivator he had slain when he first returned home after joining the Xuanxiao Sect, the one who had led him to obtain the heaven-defying Golden seal. There was Mo Bucheng from the back mountains of the Xuanxiao Sect, who had tried to murder him for both wealth and lust. There was the black-robed Foundation Establishment cultivator outside the small hill market, driven by greed to kill him for his pills.

There was Wu Shengli in the sealed land, whose heart had burned with murderous intent, desperate to put Reyn to death.... There was Cheng Ergui of the Jinshan Sect, who had harbored insidious designs against the Reyn Clan in Leiyuan City, seeking to wipe out his entire family. There was Ancestor Ming Diao, who had ambushed him on the road, attempting to obliterate Reyn to avenge Ming Diao Zhanchen....

There was Jin Jupeng outside Tianli City, who had relied on his Golden Core cultivation to forcefully seize Reyn's map fragment. There was Mo Qingming of the Purple Mist Sect, who had stalked him from behind, plotting to murder him for his treasures.... There was the black-robed cultivator who had launched a sudden, vicious sneak attack while Reyn was harvesting primordial spirit gems. There were the three lustful cultivators of the Yin-Yang Joy Sect, who had harbored vile designs against Ling You'er.

And there was the Huanming Sect cultivator outside One-Line Gorge, who had suffered humiliation elsewhere but chose to vent all his fury on Reyn, striking with ruthless lethality to slay him on the spot!... Though Reyn had only walked the path of cultivation for a brief two years, his journey was paved with blood. He had carved his way through countless life-and-death battles, step by bloody step. Watching the horde of rotting corpses close in, Reyn remained completely unperturbed.

He calmly raised a hand and pointed a finger at the seductive female cultivator he had slain for the Golden seal.

"You murdered your own dual cultivation partner just to monopolize the treasure," Reyn said, his voice cold and heavy.

"A woman with a heart as venomous as a viper—how could you not deserve death?" The rotting corpse of the female cultivator froze. Upon hearing his words, her face twisted in agonizing pain. With a piercing shriek, her body disintegrated into ash, scattering into nothingness. Reyn shifted his finger, pointing at the black-robed Foundation Establishment cultivator who had tried to rob him of his pills outside the hill market.

"I traded with you fairly, a clean transaction with no debts owed. Yet you could not suppress your greed, attempting to murder me for my treasures. Your death by my hand is the natural law of cause and effect! Your murderous intent was the cause; your demise was the effect. This karma began with you, and my heart harbors not a shred of guilt!" The black-robed cultivator clutched his head and roared in agony. His body suddenly imploded, bursting into a cloud of dust that settled onto the ground.

Reyn pointed again, aiming directly at Ancestor Ming Diao.

"Your great-great-grandson, Ming Diao Zhanchen, bullied my Xuanxiao Sect, wounding our disciples. When he lost our duel, he harbored a venomous obsession and sought to harm the Reyn Clan! I merely shattered his Dantian, which was already an act of mercy. Yet you, blind to justice and ignoring your status, ambushed me. Had I not been fortunate, I would have died by your hand that day! I hold absolutely no lingering regrets over your death!"

"Roar!" The corpse of Ancestor Ming Diao shuddered violently. He did not dissolve immediately, taking several staggering steps forward before unleashing a roar of pure, unwilling fury. Only then did his form vanish into thin air.... Reyn pointed again and again, speaking the truth of his karmic slaughter. With every word and gesture, the rotting corpses crumbled into dust, swept away by the phantom wind. As the corpses dissolved one after another, Yin Wuyu's face drained of color at an alarming rate.

Terror filled his eyes. A trickle of blood leaked from the corner of his mouth, and his aura began to rapidly wither. You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.

"I had no grievance with you," Reyn said, his voice echoing through the crumbling space.

"You were humiliated by others and lacked the courage to retaliate, yet you chose to vent your rage on me. You unleashed ruthless, lethal strikes with clear intent to kill. Had my cultivation been weaker than yours, I would have been the one lying dead on the ground today."

"I struck you down because you sought my life first. Your death was entirely of your own making. It has absolutely nothing to do with me!" As Reyn's final finger fell, the relatively intact corpse of the Huanming Sect cultivator shattered instantly, dissolving into a wisp of blue smoke. With the destruction of the final corpse, Reyn stood alone in the center of the vast, empty graveyard. His eyes, bright as the stars, swept over the countless cracked and empty graves.

"Every single person I have slain deserved to die," Reyn declared, his voice ringing with absolute certainty.

"Not one was innocent. My heart harbors not a single shred of regret or obsession over any of you!"

"Therefore, a technique like this is utterly useless against me!" His gaze sharpened like twin blades, piercing through the spatial barrier to lock onto a specific point in the void.

"Daoist Yin, is this truly the limit of your divine ability? How disappointing." The sheer intensity of Reyn's gaze felt like physical needles piercing Yin Wuyu's eyes. His already pale face turned completely bloodless. He hacked up a violent spray of blood, his body plummeting toward the ground as he cried out in sheer disbelief, "How powerful is this man's Primordial Soul? How could he possibly see through the demonic heart space forged by my Mad Dance of Demonic Thoughts?!" Crack! Crack! Crack!

The graveyard around Reyn fractured like a shattered mirror, webbed with countless hairline cracks before imploding entirely into fragments of light. After a brief moment of blurred vision, the illusion dissolved. Reyn stood tall in mid-air, his robes fluttering in the wind. His gaze looked down at Yin Wuyu, who was trembling on the ground in shock and fury. A cold, mocking smile played on Reyn's lips.

"Yin Wuyu of the Supreme Demon Sect," Reyn said softly.

"You are nothing special." Nothing special indeed! Yin Wuyu, the Young Sect Master of the Supreme Demon Sect—the undisputed peak cultivation power in Huizhou—was widely recognized as one of the absolute strongest cultivators among the younger generation across all provinces. Yet, at this very moment, a cultivator from the remote North Yue State had blasted him out of the sky, sending him crashing into the dirt, before declaring that he was nothing special.

Had anyone suggested such a scenario just moments ago, not a single soul would have believed it. They would have jeered and mocked the speaker for their sheer arrogance. But now, the cold reality stared them in the face, forcing them to believe their own eyes. Reyn stood suspended in midair, his expression calm and unbothered. His azure robes fluttered gently in the wind, completely free of dust.

Below him, Yin Wuyu lay sprawled on the shattered earth, his face pale and a trail of fresh blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. The entire exchange had lasted only a few brief moments. Yet, throughout the clash, Yin Wuyu had been utterly suppressed. Whether it was the collision of their divine abilities or the direct clash of their Primordial Souls, the young master of the Supreme Demon Sect had suffered an absolute defeat.

"What kind of heaven-defying fortune did this Reyn obtain?" a spectator muttered, his voice trembling.

"Not only are his divine abilities incredibly powerful, but his Primordial Soul cultivation is also terrifyingly high!"

"The Mad Dance of Demonic Thoughts of the Supreme Demon Sect is an exceptionally lethal Divine Sense attack," another cultivator whispered, eyes wide with dread.

"It summons the phantoms of every cultivator the target has ever slain, dragging them from the depths of their memory to assault their Primordial Soul directly. It is a bizarre, overwhelming technique. Yet, Reyn remained completely unaffected. He shattered it with brute force. Just how powerful is his Primordial Soul?"

"He is so young. How many cultivators has he killed since he began his path? From what he said earlier, it seems even Golden Core cultivators have fallen by his hand!"

"His mana and divine abilities are easily on par with a Golden Core expert. If he claims to have slain one before, it is highly likely to be true!" Jun Wuqing's face darkened. The shock in his eyes slowly receded, replaced by a deep, brooding gloom as he stared up at Reyn. Wei Qubing, Yin Wuyu, and Reyn—the sheer power of these three far exceeded his expectations.

Even though he and his martial brothers had obtained an ancient inheritance, if the three of them joined forces now, they might barely hold their own or gain a slight advantage against the first two. But if they fought Reyn, they would undoubtedly face a crushing defeat. Ge Yucheng's eyes filled with profound shock. He took a deep breath, staring intently at Reyn, and muttered under his breath, "So this is the power you were hiding. It truly is terrifying."

His gaze then shifted to the battered Yin Wuyu, and a smirk of schadenfreude crept onto his lips. Xing Tianxie's pupils contracted sharply. It took him a long moment to regain his composure.

"With Reyn in the North Yue State, that region will surely rise again within the next century," he murmured to himself.

"I met him before. If I can forge a solid bond with him now, it will surely bring me immense fortune in the future!"

"Fellow Daoist Yin, how are you?" A streak of light flashed as Wei Qubing materialized beside Yin Wuyu. Although the two were rivals and destined enemies, they had joined forces within this Trial Realm to block Reyn's escape. They rose and fell together. With Yin Wuyu heavily injured, Wei Qubing's own reputation suffered a blow. Yin Wuyu's face was pale, his eyes dark and sullen. He shook his head slowly, his voice raspy.

"His divine abilities are exceptionally powerful, and his Primordial Soul is far stronger than mine. I unleashed the Mad Dance of Demonic Thoughts to capture him quickly, but the technique was shattered, and my Primordial Soul suffered a severe backlash." He truly deserved his title as the Young Sect Master of the Supreme Demon Sect. Despite losing face publicly, he quickly reined in his emotions.

However, the icy killing intent in the depths of his eyes threatened to freeze the very air, and a bone-chilling aura slowly radiated from his body. Wei Qubing nodded slowly, though a wave of relief washed over him. He was incredibly glad that Yin Wuyu had insisted on striking first. Had he rushed in blindly without knowing Reyn's true strength, he would likely be the one lying in the dirt right now. But now that Reyn's cards were on the table, Wei Qubing could formulate a counter-strategy. Yin Wuyu had lost.

If Wei Qubing could defeat Reyn, he would prove himself superior to his rival, demonstrating that the Three Thousand Dao Sect surpassed the Supreme Demon Sect. Furthermore, with Yin Wuyu severely injured, defeating Reyn meant Wei Qubing could claim every single Mu Jade Sword in this Trial Realm. He would emerge as the ultimate victor of this trial!

"Rest assured, Fellow Daoist Yin," Wei Qubing said, his eyes gleaming.

"This thief is far too arrogant. I will demand justice on your behalf!" Looking at the bright, ambitious gleam in Wei Qubing's eyes, Yin Wuyu easily saw through his thoughts. Yet, he could only offer a bitter smile in his heart. If he hadn't been so greedy for the Ultimate Dao Fiend Finger and rushed to attack first, he would never have fallen into this pathetic state. If Wei Qubing won, Yin Wuyu would be left with the shame of defeat, forever overshadowed by his rival.

He would lose all the Mu Jade Swords, and his standing within the Supreme Demon Sect would be severely compromised. Logically, he should hope that Wei Qubing failed just as miserably. However, seeing the absolute confidence radiating from the man, Yin Wuyu could only shake his head inwardly. Knowing Wei Qubing as he did, such composure meant the man possessed absolute certainty that he could crush Reyn in a single strike!