Chapter 74: The Wheel of Reincarnation Descends Upon the Crimson Abyss
The Wheel of Reincarnation Descends Upon the Crimson Abyss
The phantom wheel hung inverted in the heavens.
It did not radiate blinding brilliance.
It did not release dazzling divine light.
Instead, it revolved in complete silence, wrapped in an ancient aura that seemed to have existed before the birth of heaven and earth. Its surface was covered with countless mysterious runes that appeared and disappeared like drifting shadows, each one carrying the weight of endless ages.
Yet somehow...
It was far more terrifying than the blazing sun that illuminated the world.
Anyone who looked upon it felt an instinctive urge to lower their eyes.
Not because of its brightness...
But because something buried within the deepest corners of their souls screamed that they should never gaze upon it.
Below, every disciple of the Crimson Abyss Sect stood frozen.
Thousands of faces turned pale.
Some clutched their chests.
Others trembled uncontrollably.
Even those who had spent their entire lives bathing in blood and slaughter could no longer summon the courage to move.
"What... what is that?"
"I... I can’t breathe..."
"My soul..."
One disciple suddenly collapsed onto his knees.
"It feels... like something is judging us..."
No one answered him.
Because everyone felt exactly the same.
This fear wasn’t born from cultivation.
Nor from pressure.
Nor from murderous intent.
It came from somewhere even older.
It was a terror engraved into the soul itself.
A fear that existed before memory.
A fear older than countless reincarnations.
High above them...
Victor stood calmly in the sky.
His long shoulder-length black hair drifted gently with the wind.
The black robe embroidered with majestic golden dragons fluttered behind him, making him appear less like a cultivator and more like an eternal ruler overlooking the rise and fall of civilizations.
His golden eyes reflected the slowly revolving phantom wheel.
There wasn’t a trace of arrogance upon his face.
Only calm indifference.
To him...
The destruction of the Crimson Abyss Sect had already become an unchangeable fact.
The phantom wheel moved.
Only slightly.
Barely enough for the naked eye to notice.
A single fraction of a rotation.
Then...
It became transparent.
For an instant, countless disciples stared upward in confusion.
"...Is it over?"
Nothing happened.
The world fell silent.
Even the wind disappeared.
The next heartbeat...
Everything changed.
The bustling Crimson Abyss Sect...
Vanished.
Not partially.
Not gradually.
Completely.
Thousands upon thousands of disciples disappeared without leaving behind a single corpse.
No blood.
No bones.
No shattered weapons.
No screams lingering in the air.
It was as though every living being within the sect had simply been erased from existence.
The entire Mana Vein became eerily silent.
Only the whispering mountain breeze remained.
Even the chirping birds had stopped.
The terrifying silence was enough to chill one’s heart.
Victor quietly watched the empty landscape.
Only he understood what had truly happened.
Those disciples had not merely died.
They had all been dragged into the endless void of reincarnation.
This...
Was one of the supreme divine abilities born from the profound mysteries of the Reincarnation Creation Art.
By sacrificing an immense amount of True Spiritual Power, Victor had briefly awakened a phantom of the eternal Wheel of Reincarnation that slumbered beyond time itself.
Everything touched by its light—
Body.
Soul.
Karma.
Existence.
All of it was drawn into the endless cycle.
Nothing escaped.
Not even fate.
Victor slowly exhaled.
Although the attack had lasted only a moment, every drop of True Spiritual Power inside his Heavenly Genesis Realm had been emptied.
His miniature world had become completely barren.
Even so...
His expression never changed.
The terrifying might displayed just now represented only the tiniest fraction of the Wheel’s true authority.
One day...
When his cultivation reached the Eternal Emperor Realm and beyond...
He would no longer need to summon a mere phantom.
He would command the genuine Wheel itself.
When that day arrived—
Destroying an entire world would require nothing more than a single thought.
Just then—
The familiar voice of the Eternal Legacy System echoed inside his mind.
[Ding!! Unclaimed Mana Vein territory detected. Family Relocation Quest will be completed upon relocation!]
[Ding!! Crimson Abyss Sect annihilation detected. Family Quest completed!]
[Congratulations, Host! Reward obtained: Contribution Pavilion!]
[Congratulations, Host! Reward obtained: Fifth-Rank Spirit Field!]
[Congratulations, Host! Reward obtained: Martial Arts Tower!]
[Congratulations, Host! Reward obtained: Mana Vein Ascension Card!]
[Congratulations, Host! Quest completed. Family Fortune +10,000!]
[Under the blessing of the Three-Eyed Auspicious Destiny Dragon, Family Fortune additionally increased by +10,000!]
One notification followed another without pause.
Victor merely smiled faintly.
"As expected..."
"Two quests completed together."
His figure slowly descended toward the mountains below.
Although every drop of True Spiritual Power had been exhausted moments earlier...
The Reincarnation Creation Art quietly circulated on its own.
Endless streams of heaven and earth’s spiritual energy rushed toward him from every direction.
Within moments—
Victor became the center of an enormous spiritual vortex.
The surrounding air twisted violently.
The rich spiritual energy poured into his body like roaring rivers entering the sea.
His Heavenly Genesis Realm inner cave rapidly filled once more.
Only a few breaths later...
His reserves had completely recovered.
Anyone witnessing such recovery speed would likely suspect they were dreaming.
Victor stepped forward.
His footsteps echoed softly across the now silent Crimson Abyss Sect.
Everywhere he looked...
Dark blood pools bubbled with resentment.
Walls forged from countless human bones stretched across the valleys.
Sinister altars radiated foul crimson mist.
Ancient torture devices were scattered throughout the sect like ordinary decorations.
The place resembled hell itself.
Victor’s golden eyes grew colder.
"So this..."
"...is the foundation of the Crimson Abyss Sect."
He slowly raised one hand.
A gentle wave.
Boom—
One blood pool evaporated into nothingness.
Another step.
An enormous wall of bones collapsed into dust.
The countless evil relics scattered across the sect shattered one after another, unable to withstand even the faint pressure radiating from his presence.
Victor had never cared whether a cultivation path was labeled righteous or demonic.
Power itself was neither good nor evil.
Only the one wielding it determined its purpose.
Unfortunately...
Everything inside this sect was built upon endless slaughter and the suffering of innocents.
Such worthless inheritances held no value in Victor’s eyes.
Without another glance...
He continued walking deeper into the blessed land.