Godslayer: Reincarnated with SSS Rank Cultivation System-Chapter 184: My home…

"Good stuff, isn’t it?" Lian Zhen spoke out casually, his hand still brushing Xiao Mo’s snow-white fur. The rabbit seemed unfazed, her blue eyes glimmering with a hint of curiosity as she watched Wen Ran. His face shifted rapidly, from hot to pained, then to relaxed, only to repeat the cycle. It was as though he were a performer on stage, and she was the silent observer of his every emotion. But the energy radiating from him was undeniable—a powerful, mysterious force awakening within, pushing him to heights beyond human comprehension. He had always been a formidable expert, able to fight above his realm. But now, he was evolving into something even greater.

"G-good?" Wen Ran laughed through the agony, his voice strained but tinged with a hint of excitement. "This is not just good, this is exactly what I needed, haha!" He gritted his teeth, enduring the unbearable pain. It was only a matter of time before the evolution would be complete, and he could feel the changes coursing through him. The ethereal aura that surrounded him began to shift, swirling in the air like mist, growing ever more intense. Soon, it morphed into a deep crimson, its presence dark and unsettling. The power it radiated was far from benign—it was eerie, vile even, sending a chill through the air. Lian Zhen’s expression twisted into one of curiosity and subtle repulsion.

Demonic path, huh... Lian Zhen thought to himself, watching the transformation with an unreadable gaze. To be honest, that’s for the best for him. After all, he’s suffered enough. It’s time to let it all out.

Reaching into his pocket, Lian Zhen pulled out a small, red object that looked almost like a talisman. It was carved with intricate symbols, its surface radiating a faint, unnatural glow. He flicked his wrist with a fluid motion, sending the object flying toward Wen Ran. It landed with a soft thud, sticking to his forehead.

"AAARRRGGGHHH!" Wen Ran screamed as the sharp pain shot through him. His muscles tensed violently, and a wave of searing heat spread across his body, as though his very skin were being burned. His meridians felt as if they were about to burst from the immense pressure. The agony was overwhelming—every fiber of his being seemed to strain under the weight of the transformation.

His body convulsed, the pain threatening to crush him, but he gritted his teeth and refused to yield. He could feel his pores opening, as though his very body were being torn apart and remade from the inside out. The power coursing through him was almost too much to bear, but he welcomed it. His body was finally catching up with the power he’d longed for—what his past self had never attained.

This was a gift from Lian Zhen, and Wen Ran was no fool. He knew better than to waste it. Every ounce of pain he felt was a stepping stone toward greater power, and no matter how unbearable it was, he would endure it. His muscles stretched and contorted, his bones creaked under the strain, but the evolution continued, and he could already feel his strength rising.

"Just a little longer…" Wen Ran muttered to himself, his voice low and filled with determination. His mind was sharp, focused, despite the overwhelming strain his body was enduring. Every muscle in him trembled, quivering under the sheer weight of the transformation. He could feel it—the system’s power pulsing in synchronization with his own body’s evolution. The energy coursing through him was foreign, intense, yet it felt like a return to something he had long lost. Once the transformation was complete, he would be stronger than ever.

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The crimson aura swirling around him grew thicker, heavier. It seemed to press down on the air itself, the very atmosphere turning oppressive. It was like a cloud of blood and death, suffocating the space around him, as if the world itself recoiled from the sheer darkness emanating from his being. The feeling was intoxicating—yet terrifying.

I can feel the spiritual power surrounding me, flowing into me with ease, Wen Ran thought, his mind racing with thoughts as he endured the transformation. It’s like I’m back in my old world… but this—what kind of treasure did Lian Zhen use? This power… it burns, but it’s helping me transform. It’s pushing my organs to the Mid Grade level, but for what? He clenched his fists, unable to ignore the creeping doubt rising within him. What does he get out of this? Why would he help me? There has to be something he’s after.

Suddenly, Wen Ran’s soul trembled as a chilling thought passed through his mind. Does he want to steal my body? Or maybe… does he want me to help him resurrect? Heh, interesting… A twisted smile spread across his face as he accepted the reality of the situation. I’ll accept the gift, but he should know better than that. I don’t like owing favors. And if the favor is impossible, I’ll just end his entire existence.

Lian Zhen, still sitting beside him, seemed to sense Wen Ran’s thoughts, though he gave no outward sign of concern. Instead, a knowing smile spread across his face—one that held more secrets than it let on. His eyes sparkled with an unreadable depth, hinting at mysteries buried deep within him, waiting for the right moment to surface.

Lian Zhen didn’t say a word, but there was a sense of knowing, a quiet acknowledgment between them. He was playing a game, a game where he held the cards and where the stakes were higher than Wen Ran could yet imagine. He knew the path Wen Ran was on, and he knew how the pieces would fall into place.

As the aura around Wen Ran thickened, as the power continued to surge within him, Lian Zhen waited—patiently, calculating. The moment was near, and in that moment, Wen Ran would become something far more dangerous than he had ever been before.

Wen Ran’s body shook once more, his insides feeling as if they were being twisted and remade from the core. The pain, while excruciating, was bearable now. He embraced it, letting it fuel his transformation. But beneath the surface, the shadow of doubt still lingered. He couldn’t shake the feeling that Lian Zhen had a deeper purpose for everything, one that Wen Ran would soon come to understand—or perhaps, one he would be forced to confront.

[Congratulations!]

[Your body has been greatly enhanced]

[All of your five viscera have reached the mid grade, and your meridians have reached the high grade]

[You have stepped one step closer to uncovering the first clue. The guide will now give you the new instructions]

Wen Ran stared at the system screen, his eyes narrowing. The guide? His heart skipped a beat as confusion clouded his thoughts. It doesn’t mean him, does it?

He quickly shifted his gaze away from the screen, locking eyes with Lian Zhen, who was smiling at him with a mysterious gleam in his eye. The smile wasn’t one of warmth, but of something deeper, more knowing.

"Congratulations, brother," Lian Zhen said, his voice calm yet filled with a certain underlying power. "You will soon become the true warrior, the lion who shakes the heavens and earth, just like you used to be."

Before Wen Ran could respond, the scenery around him began to shift. The ground beneath his feet seemed to tremble, the air thickened, and everything blurred for a moment, leaving only the faint outline of a confused Xiao Mo near his feet. She darted to him, her small form trembling visibly. Wen Ran felt her fear—a sensation so raw it almost overwhelmed him.

Xiao Mo hid under his sleeve, her tiny body quivering against him, and in that moment, the world around them seemed to shift completely, as though reality itself had decided to change.

Wen Ran’s heart raced. What’s happening?

He didn’t have time to process, though, as the surroundings continued to warp. The colors of the sky bled together, the mountains around him distorted, and in a heartbeat, everything around him was different.

There, in the distance, stood a small house. It wasn’t large or majestic, in fact, it was the opposite—a humble bamboo structure, fragile-looking, its walls weathered and worn by time. The roof was sagging, barely able to stand under the pressure of even a light storm. But to Wen Ran, it was everything.

His breath hitched as the familiar feeling of home washed over him. The very air around him seemed to embrace him, as though it had always known him, always been a part of him. The mountains surrounding it were steeped in memories, memories of a time long past. The sky, the earth, the wind—it was all a reflection of his past life, his true self, before it had all been shattered.

"My home…" Wen Ran whispered, his voice barely audible. A single tear rolled down his face, the warmth of it almost burning against the cool air. The memories came flooding back, overwhelming him. Every sight, every sound, every feeling—his heart ached with the intensity of the loss, the yearning for the life he had once known, for the peace that now seemed so out of reach.