Sorry, I Cultivate the Path of Reincarnation

Our Discord Server: https://discord.gg/PazjBDkTmW

Chapter 75

Before the Spirit Severing Platform, a long wind howled, and a full moon hung above like a jade disc, nearly filling half the sky.

The half-draped sky was a deep golden color, and the strong wind whipped her robes about, making it almost impossible for Gong Wu to open her eyes.

She stood alone on the high, isolated platform, directly beneath the suspended Nine Dragons Spirit Severing Blade.

To shatter her spiritual body that had already entered the Immortal Ascension, she would need the most intense and fierce killing intent; the blade itself was merely a formality.

Without needing to mention Gong Wu’s current sensations, even Tu Xuixin, the fellow celestial being who entered the forbidden area with her, felt pain as if his spiritual body was being constantly sliced whenever he gazed at her back from afar.

Here is the Spirit Severing Platform, where the most formidable spells converge, and it seems that only at the highest point of the thirty-sixth layer of heaven can one be this close to the moon.

With just an outstretched hand, she could almost touch it, surrounded by clouds and golden light.

Gong Wu opened her arms, feeling a sense of exhilaration as she faced death.

Even the heavenly laws knew her fate had led her here; she had traveled a long road, finally reaching the last hurdle of this deadly tribulation.

After this one ordeal, she could achieve Ascension and bring an end to all the chaos she had caused.

The executioner called out loudly, “Pure Luo, today is your turn; let’s raise a cup to you.”

The osmanthus wine drifted in with the wind, and just the fragrance could easily intoxicate one.

Gong Wu took the exquisite ice jade cup and drank the wine in one gulp.

“Good! Good! Good!” she laughed heartily. “Cheers!”

Tu Xuixin watched in silent terror, still unable to bear it.

“Boom!”

The Nine Dragons Spirit Severing Blade dropped suddenly from high above, summoning heavenly thunder that cracked with silver and purple light, shattering her spiritual body completely!

“Little Wu!!” Tu Xuixin gritted his teeth against the pain, shouting, “Come back to life! You must live!!”

As the thunder resonated, even the winds and clouds were stirred up, and the world changed color!

The explosive thunder was deafening, the fierce killing intent from the Spirit Severing struck with unmatched power, causing the heavens to tremble and affecting even the Demon Realm!

Deep within the demon lair, Kan Jixuan, alongside Ji Yang, was adjusting the Magical Formation when she sensed the intense thunder and her expression suddenly changed.

“This is bad! Such fierce killing intent; the Magical Formation is about to crack!”

The mountains trembled, rivers changed their courses, and torrential rain fell heavily upon the land. The rivers roared like furious beasts as waves crashed against the shore.

Tu Xuixin struggled to find Gong Wu’s shadow amidst the fierce winds, shielding his eyes with his sleeve, trying hard to see more clearly.

The heavenly guards behind him suddenly gasped, saying, “Look! A star is rising!”

“A star is rising?!”

Tu Xuixin raised his head in shock, no longer caring about the encroaching killing intent, witnessing a tiny star slowly ascend in the sky.

A young girl with waist-length hair slept deep among the stars, surrounded and protected by gentle light, as pure and clear as a newborn.

The raging heavenly thunder continued, and the hurricane and rain grew even fiercer, yet the star rose higher, finding its place among thousands of stars.

The bright full moon illuminated the world, peaceful as ever.

“Gong Wu! Gong Wu!!” Tu Xuixin cried, tears streaming down his face. “Wake up! You’re alive!!”

As if she heard his call, Gong Wu slowly opened her eyes within the starry halo, shocked by her situation.

She cautiously peeked out of the glow, then tentatively stepped away from the star’s position, seeing that the little star remained in place, like her own eternal star palace.

Tu Xuixin shouted up at the sky, “Let’s go! We need to go find your senior brother!”

Before he finished speaking, another paper crane flew swiftly in, almost turning to ashes on the Spirit Severing Platform.

“Hurry over here!” Kan Jixuan urged urgently. “The heavenly thunder has broken the Magical Formation underground; it’s already chaos down here!!!”

Gong Wu raised her sleeve to protect the paper crane and turned back to join her master in descending to the lower realm.

She descended swiftly with the wind, noticing that Tu Xuixin was staring at her intently.

“Master, what’s wrong?”

“You look like…” Tu Xuixin struggled to find the right words, “like you’re glowing all over.”

Gong Wu beamed, “Am I more beautiful now?”

…In a way that is unparalleled in the world.

When they arrived in the Demon Realm, even the fierce, toxic atmosphere retreated slightly, showing great respect toward the True Immortals.

Though the area was perpetually shrouded in blood mist, painting the ground crimson, Gong Wu’s presence seemed to create a barrier that dispelled the vengeful energy. Wherever she went, the Demonic Energy shrank back and scattered.

Gong Wu glanced back at her path and saw it shimmering with starlight; it was truly beautiful.

Deep within the demon lair, many dispersing immortals had gathered to set up a Magical Formation, attempting to erect a barrier to halt the expansion of the vengeful demon’s essence.

When Gong Wu arrived on the scene, she saw that Kan Jixuan and Ji Yang were trapped inside, entangled in a struggle with the blood-black mist.

They couldn’t fight, couldn’t kill; the more they slaughtered, the fiercer it grew, with no end in sight.

Seeing the immortal maiden arrive, Hua Tingxiao instinctively said, “Old Tu, where did you go to fetch help?”

“That’s Little Wu!”

Everyone turned their heads in shock, staring blankly.

“Ah?”

“What?”

“That’s Little Wu?!”

Gong Wu didn’t have time to greet each person; she merged into the depths of the formation, raising her hand to press against the heart of the vengeful demon.

The blood-black mist instantly enveloped her, attempting to drain her essence like a leech desperate to claim her flesh as its own.

The girl closed her eyes, allowing the cries and the acrid stench of blood to engulf her as she neared the depths of the void.

She would confront it one last time, and only one would emerge as the survivor.

In the next moment, Ji Yang tightly grasped her hand, preventing her from falling completely.

“Together,” Ji Yang said calmly.

“Do you know what it is?” Gong Wu tried to pull away from his grip, urgency in her voice. “Senior brother!!”

“I know,” Ji Yang replied, holding on even tighter, the blood on his face resembling tattoos. “Let’s go.”

Day and night, I’ve been entwined with it for too long.

They were both consumed by the blood mist, plunging into the tragic scenes of countless Illusory Seas.

There were massacres by barbarian tribes, blood flowing like rivers.

Even the well water floated with the bodies of children, and amidst the endless slaughter, sorrowful cries echoed.

It was a farewell of life and death, an utterly wrong love.

Mistaken fates intertwined over many lifetimes, the heartbreak felt like sharp needles piercing deep into the sea of consciousness, brutally embedding themselves.

It showed women giving birth, and sinners facing execution.

The pain was intense enough to shatter one’s skull, compelling screams and struggles that threatened to obliterate all reason.

The vengeful demon was, in essence, a condensation of myriad hatreds.

Yet, Gong Wu felt as though she were navigating the depths of the ocean, her clarity untouched, lost in a profound reverie.

She held Ji Yang’s hand, gazing at him through the storm of sharp, searing pain and hatred.

Ji Yang, have you loved me for a long time?

Amidst the sea of hatred, it seemed only your love was visible, warming me enough to forget all else.

The young man kept his fingers tightly interlocked with hers, enduring every agony and torment together, never releasing her hand.

Gong Wu gently kissed the back of his hand, then relaxed her breath, absorbing the Black Mist that enveloped her completely.

Like light devouring darkness, day consuming night.

As she relaxed, even allowing a smile to grace her lips, the mist began to dissolve and dissipate, eventually becoming her shadow.

Outside the Magical Formation, the onlookers saw the cracks in the barrier widen, spreading like frost patterns on a winter’s window, as they prepared their swords and magical tools for a desperate fight.

At that very moment, the barrier burst apart, scattering into the heavens.

The Black Mist was instantly absorbed, merging into the shadow of the True Immortal.

Simultaneously, as the vengeful demon vanished completely, everyone present felt a surge of mental clarity, an indescribable sense of relief!

It’s over!! Finally over!!

No more fear of this ferocious beast!!

“Hooray—” someone exclaimed, “It’s finally resolved! I’m going to drink three large jars tonight!”

“Was it truly absorbed? This thousand-year menace is finally dealt with!”

“Yes! Look, there’s nothing left!”

Some, in disbelief, rushed forward to double-check, fearing the vengeful demon might return.

Others laughed and leaped, dragging their sect leader and clamoring to return for a celebratory feast.

More gathered around Gong Wu, scrutinizing her transformed appearance.

—Is this still the scrawny little mountain girl from before?

Is she truly Gong Wu? Has Gong Wu really become an immortal maiden?

Amidst the clamor and confusion, Gong Wu thanked everyone for their concern, saying, “I’m sorry, but I have matters to attend to.”

Ji Yang looked at her, his eyes filled with questions.

Gong Wu was prepared to bid him a final farewell, saying, “Let’s go, Senior brother.”

“We are heading to the Thousand Layer Cloud Stairs.”

You should have gone there long ago.

Thank you for watching over me all these years.

They flew towards Rainbow Ridge, arriving once more at the long steps aglow with radiant light.

The world was battered by wind and rain, the echoes of thunder lingering, yet the long steps remained luminous and unchanged.

Stepping onto the long steps, it was time for the Ascension. "Senior brother, you go."

It seemed there was no need for them to say more.

After a long moment, Ji Yang finally released Gong Wu’s hand. Seeing her smile and nod, he stepped forward.

He possessed extraordinary talent since youth, and if it hadn’t been for many setbacks, his Cultivation would have already been enough for Ascension to Immortality.

The moment he truly stepped onto the long stairs, the young man’s robe billowed, and the Demonic Energy around him slowly dissipated, returning him to his elegant and composed self.

Ji Yang was indeed a very handsome man.

His attire was still like the day she fell into the poisonous pool; his hair bound with a green ribbon and his robe catching the wind, he looked like a slender bamboo with deep green leaves for brows.

As she got closer, she could catch a faint scent of fern flowers.

He turned to look at her, focusing for a long time.

It seemed he was reluctant to ascend and wanted to linger in the mortal world.

His dark eyes were like the deepest peaceful night.

Gong Wu’s heart raced; she didn’t know if she was nervous or uncertain, yet she smiled at him.

Subei, you have already severed all the seven feelings and six desires.

You will go to a higher place, perhaps becoming a revered deity, admired by all.

Senior brother, those that bound you no longer exist.

You should go.

She thought quietly, her fingers gripping the hem of her skirt, pretending to still appear calm and carefree.

There were things that were both itchy and painful, like unspoken jokes.

Ji Yang let out a gentle sigh.