Accidentally Reincarnated in Cultivation World-Chapter 372: Figures…

"Ah... it hurts a little," Yu Xuan muttered, silently cursing both the system and the Tower of Trials.

"And what is it with these Impossible tasks again?" he complained as he steadied himself.

"I didn’t even choose a difficulty this time like in the Chaos Tower, this is straight up fraud."

He exhaled slowly and looked around.

He stood upon a vast stretch of lush green land, grass swaying gently under a clear blue sky. A massive sun hung overhead, radiant and warm, yet something about it felt weird.

Too close.

It was uncomfortably close.

As if the sky itself had been lowered.

"Some information is blurred... just like last time," Yu Xuan muttered, his brows knitting together.

Instinctively, he began to search for the so called enemy he was meant to defeat.

His eyes shimmered, shifting from their usual golden hue to stark black and white.

A faint chill crawled up his spine as unease seeped into his bones.

This place was wrong.

Not hostile in an obvious way, but fundamentally unsettling.

As if everything was a desired illusion.

Yu Xuan turned his gaze toward a particular direction and spoke calmly, his voice carrying an invisible weight.

"Come out I can sense all of you. There’s no need for hide and seek game here, don’t you agree?"

The bushes rustled.

One by one, figures emerged from the greenery.

Yu Xuan’s pupils contracted.

The strange part wasn’t their appearance.

It was him.

His cultivation was gone.

Completely.

The Core Formation realm, gone.

His refined body, gone, though his Immortal Cells remained, they were turned dormant.

Even the faint resonance of Qi within his meridians was absent.

He was back at what he proudly referred to as the Peak of the Mortal Stage.

No cultivation.

No body tempering.

No spiritual reinforcement.

Just flesh, blood, and instinct.

’...So this is the specialty of the Land of Mortality,’ he thought.

Then his gaze locked onto the first figure that fully stepped into view.

It was a red-skinned being with three heads and three horns, its muscular frame radiating an oppressive presence despite the absence of cultivation.

Yu Xuan’s heart skipped a beat.

"Asura...?" he muttered.

A cold sense of danger surged through him.

Not the danger of cultivators or monsters empowered by Qi, but the primal threat of death itself.

And as if responding to that realization, more figures began to appear from the surrounding greenery.

Each of them felt mortal.

And yet...

Every single one of them felt capable of killing him.

"What a pleasant surprise. This time we got a human?"

"But he doesn’t look that strong."

"Hm... now that you mention it, he’s much weaker than the previous one who came here, even in his base form."

"Wait, why do I sense traces of the Immortal Path on this child?"

"Hanxu, care to check?"

"Hm..."

Before they could continue their discussion, a sword manifested in Yu Xuan’s hand.

The Heaven Grade Sword.

He summoned it because he felt danger from them.

These figures were not normal.

The blade trembled, and a pure, destructive red intent poured over it like liquid blood.

"Oh? Look at that boldness."

"Let’s just kill him once before he comes to his senses."

"I reject that notion."

"What? That coul—"

The voices cut off abruptly.

A vast crimson sword arc tore through the space before them, striking all of the figures at once.

The moment the attack left his blade, Yu Xuan did not wait to see the results, rather he retreated without hesitation.

He knew better than to stay.

If all of them attacked together, he would be crushed instantly.

Still, that did not mean they were weak.

"Hahaha—!"

Laughter echoed as the red arc dissipated.

From among them, Absolute Immortal Lord Hanxu stepped forward.

Or rather, vanished.

Hanxu, the Founder of the General Immortal Cultivation System, appeared as a specter-like existence, his body, spirit, and soul fused into a single indistinct form.

In the next instant, he was already chasing Yu Xuan.

The others followed.

Yu Xuan sprinted, sensing something behind him yet when he focused his senses, there was nothing.

Then, Yu Xuan’s pupils contracted.

Before he could process the attack.

BOOM!

A kick slammed into his left side.

His vision blurred as he was sent flying, crashing through boulders and skidding across the ground.

Hanxu stood before Yu Xuan calmly, hands clasped behind his back.

"Come with us," he said evenly.

"We will tell you about this place."

"You really expect me to fall for that?" Yu Xuan muttered as he pushed himself up, shock rippling through him.

He hadn’t even sensed the attack properly.

"I told you kill him first. We can wait for him to answer our questions next time." another voice cut in, cold and sharp.

The speaker stepped forward, his entire body wrapped in dark cloth, only his eyes and hands visible, both glowing with a dim grey light.

It was The Great Demonic Sage, Hei Si Zun.

"I agree with Hei Si Zun," the three headed, three horned Asura said. One face serene, one furious, and the middle one eerily detached.

One by one, the rest of the beings closed in.

"You really are great and mighty to declare my death so casually." Yu Xuan said calmly.

The ground around him trembled.

Hundreds of jagged stone spikes rose into the air, hovering before these figures.

He had already made enemies of the Heavenly Demons.

Now, a group of unknown monsters were casually discussed his death as if ordering a meal.

The red intent around his sword flared brighter.

His stance lowered.

His gaze hardened.

"I will definitely not die, before I kill you all." Yu Xuan said, his voice steady, eyes burning black and white.

"You speak boldly, child," the three headed, three eyed Asura rumbled.

"Let us see how much of that courage is real."

As he spoke, all six of his arms lifted at once. Different weapons manifested in each grasp, every one of them radiating a murderous intent that made the air grow heavy.

The ground beneath his feet cracked.

The battle was about to begin.