Crossing the Cultivation Realm: Two Souls Coexist

The old tortoise pushed open the wooden door with a flourish and walked out with steady steps.

It looked up at the sky, its eyes calm and deep, like an ancient well, as if the entrustment and resolute decision it had just made had never happened.

Right beside it, two communication mirrors, which had been broken before but were now forcibly reshaped by some force, silently reappeared in the air.

The mirror surface rippled like water, revealing two blurry yet powerful figures—the other two inspectors who had contacted it urgently earlier.

Or rather, it is one of the few old friends it has had over the long years with whom it can understand each other to some extent.

The figure in the mirror seemed to want to speak, its tone filled with anxiety and a desire to dissuade.

However, the old tortoise spoke first. Its voice was not loud, but it carried a sense of vicissitude that transcended time and a resolute determination to sever ties with the past.

Clearly reflected in the mirror, it seems to be proclaiming to this world:

"Since I assumed the position of 'Inspector' and guarded the western frontier, I have survived tens of thousands of years."

Its gaze seemed to pierce through the clouds, looking into the depths of a distant yet warm memory: "Long years, living in a daze, with only one or two close friends, with whom I could confide my heart. Yet..."

Its voice suddenly turned cold, filled with deep-seated hatred and sorrow:

"...My confidant is gone, tragically killed by the filthy hands of a foreign race! This hatred is hard to bear!"

It paused, its gaze sharpening again, sweeping across the two mirrors: "You need not try to persuade me about today's matter."

I have already chosen the successor to the post of Western Inspector. Now, I am all alone, without any ties, and that is just right…

"I'll go ahead, on your behalf, and on behalf of this world, to meet that so-called king of the alien race! Let's see what abilities he has that dares to trample on our realm like this!"

Before the figure in the mirror could respond, the old tortoise swayed and transformed into a streak of earthy yellow light, soaring into the sky.

They vanished instantly above the wooden house, leaving only two communication mirrors floating in the air, trembling slightly.

In the mirror, two long and heavy sighs could be faintly heard, carrying endless sorrow and helplessness, and a trace of... respect and silence for the old friend's death.

Above the sky, the "hole" that was previously impacted by the Demon King's little finger and countless black wisps is slowly healing and shrinking at a visible speed thanks to the self-healing ability of the world's rules.

Faint, water-like ripples appeared at the edges, and the broken lines of law were struggling to reconnect and mend.

The old tortoise appeared near the cave entrance. It did not act immediately, but sat cross-legged, staring at the gradually shrinking "wound" with a complicated expression.

For a moment, he was unsure of what to do—he had already prepared to burn his life force and fight to the death, and had even given his "last words".

If this hole heals itself and the Demon King never descends again, wouldn't my tragic and resolute act seem rather humiliating, even a bit... ridiculous?

Just as the opening shrank to the point where only one person could pass through, and was about to close completely—

Mutations reborn!

A long, perfectly slender hand with distinct knuckles and an almost eerie, fair complexion silently emerged from the edge of the closing hole!

This hand did not carry the overwhelming black aura like the previous little finger; its movements were gentle and elegant.

It gently gripped the still unstable spatial barriers on both sides of the cave entrance, its five fingers slightly spread, seemingly pulling casually to both sides—

"Tsk-!"

A piercing sound, like cloth being torn apart, yet a thousand times louder, shook the entire sky!

The narrow spatial rift that was about to heal was broken by what seemed like a gentle pull from this hand.

It was forcibly torn open again, instantly expanding into a terrifying black hole with a diameter of over a hundred feet and its edges constantly twisting and collapsing!

Through this enormous black hole that was forcibly stretched open, the scene on the other side can be seen with crystal clarity—

It was a pure, deep, dark void that seemed to swallow even light.

Countless thick, ink-like, churning, and roaring black wisps of gas, like billions of wildly dancing venomous dragons, swirled and surged wildly outside the black hole, exuding an aura of destruction and misfortune!

However, these black wisps seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier, only churning outside the cave and not immediately surging into this world.

Clearly, the world's will's power of rejection and repair still exists, only it is being controlled by the owner of this hand in some incomprehensible way.

Temporarily and forcibly, it suppressed and opened up an even larger "door"!

The old tortoise had already changed from sitting to standing the moment the palm appeared, its aura becoming extremely concentrated, and ancient and complex defensive runes appeared on its glass-colored shell.

His gaze was extremely cautious, fixed intently on the hand and the endless darkness behind it.

However, unexpectedly, after tearing open the black hole, the fair hand did not continue to attack or penetrate further; instead, it slowly withdrew.

Without the support of the palm, the enormous black hole was immediately locked by an even stronger force of the world's rules, and the repair speed suddenly accelerated!

A series of crisp "crackling" sounds emanated from the edge of the black hole, and space rapidly closed up like a shattered mirror, with the opening shrinking dramatically at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Just as the black hole shrank to about several meters in size, and was about to close again—

A figure, like a ghost or a light feather, calmly emerged from the shrinking hole.

With a leap, it landed steadily in the void of this world, standing not far in front of the old tortoise.

The visitor was a young man.

He was dressed in a well-tailored, exceptionally fine moon-white brocade robe, the hem of which fluttered slightly amidst the lingering spatial turbulence and the fierce winds high above, making a soft rustling sound.

He was slightly thin, yet upright as a pine tree. His face was delicate and beautiful, and his skin was so pale it was almost transparent.

A pair of narrow eyes were slightly upturned, and the pupils were an unusual dark red, like congealed blood.

What was most striking were his lips, so vibrant and luscious, as if painted with the finest rouge, creating an eerily eerie contrast with his pale face.

After landing, he casually clapped his hands, as if tearing open space was just dusting off a bit of dust. His posture was relaxed, even a little playful.

The old tortoise was on high alert, its gaze sharp as a knife as it scrutinized the suddenly appearing, strangely powerful young man.

The young man in brocade robes also looked at the old tortoise with great interest through his dark red eyes, the eerie smile on his lips never fading.

"whispering sound,"

The young man spoke first, his voice carrying a deliberately drawn-out laziness and undisguised contempt, breaking the silence, "I thought it was some formidable figure making a fuss, but it turns out... it's just a small pseudo-immortal realm monster?"

Reaching this level of cultivation, you certainly possess some talent.

He tilted his head, his bright red lips curving into an even wider arc, his tone carrying a condescending "mercy":

"Considering the difficulty of your cultivation, and given that I am in a relatively good mood today, hereby I say: kneel down and serve me as your master, willingly becoming my mount."

"Perhaps... I might consider sparing your life, you ignorant ant. What do you say?"

Upon hearing this, the old tortoise felt a surge of anger, but even more so a sense of absurdity that he felt was severely underestimated.

It snorted coldly, suppressing its anger, and frowned, saying, "Hmph! I thought the Demon King was some kind of earth-shattering figure."

"So it's nothing special after all. Still rejected and sealed by the world's will, the power that can be projected is probably only at the Golden Immortal level at most! And yet you dare to spout such nonsense here?"

It attempts to probe the other party's background with words, while simultaneously boosting its own confidence and that of anyone who might be observing the area.

But no sooner had it finished speaking than—

"Pfft... Hahaha! Hahahaha!"

The young man in brocade robes opposite him seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world. He was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help but burst into laughter!

He laughed so hard he almost fell over, even covering his stomach with his hands, as if tears were about to stream down his face. His delicate, handsome face was filled with exaggerated mockery and amusement.

He laughed for a while before he finally managed to stop, wiping away non-existent tears with his fingertips.

Looking at the wary and puzzled old tortoise, he shook his head and sighed, his tone filled with a sense of superiority that said, "You are truly ignorant."

"Ha... Foolish. You don't actually think... I am the Holy Lord, do you?"

His smile turned cold and cruel. "How could a turtle in a well like you possibly fathom the might of the Holy Lord?"

"He, in his greatness, has no leisure to 'play' with an ant like you who hasn't even truly stepped into the realm of immortality."

He slightly raised his chin, a chilling glint flashing in his dark red eyes, and declared clearly, word by word:

"Listen up, you old tortoise. My name is Chi Kui. I am the leader of the third branch of the Xin Clan."