SSS-Rank 10x Reward System: Accepting Disciples to Live Forever-Chapter 194: True Devil (II)

Rin.

Considering Rin’s destiny, considering the karmic protection wrapped around him and the Great Dao Providence marked as sealed in his status window, there was a high probability that his endgame would collide directly with the Monarch Blood Devil Sect.

A heaven-defying genius, forged by tragedy.

A demonic sect born from despair and hatred.

It was almost too neat.

Wang Chen narrowed his eyes slightly.

Cultivation inside the Garden of Eternity had flourished under his guidance. Techniques were more refined. Foundations were stronger. Spiritual energy was denser than in many lower realms.

And yet, it was still restrained.

The highest realm anyone could reach was Unity.

No one had crossed into Grand Ascension.

Wang Chen preferred it that way.

The development already felt dangerously fast. If cultivators inside his Garden were allowed to break through into Grand Ascension Realm, what then? If they triggered ascension phenomena, if heavenly tribulations tore open the boundaries—

Would they ascend into the real world?

The thought made his expression grow strange.

Would his internal world start exporting cultivators into reality?

That would be absurd.

Ridiculous.

And yet, after everything he had witnessed recently—Upper Realm immortals descending, Domain Sovereigns erasing seas of fire, ancient dragons lingering across time—was it truly impossible?

Wang Chen folded his hands behind his back.

For now, he would maintain the ceiling.

Unity Realm was enough.

Let Rin clash with the Monarch Blood Devil Sect. Let destiny sharpen him through blood and hatred. Let Ni Lua grow in the shadows.

But the Garden of Eternity would not become an independent cosmos beyond his control.

Not yet.

And certainly not without his permission.

With those thoughts weighing on his mind, Wang Chen made a decision.

The Garden of Eternity would not spiral out of control.

Not until he stepped into the Immortal Realm himself.

Only then would these people even think about leaving his world.

With that silent decree, he withdrew his attention from the broader cosmic currents and focused once more on Rin.

After learning the truth about the Blood Devil Sect’s involvement in the destruction of Purple Lotus Sect, Rin left the Purple Glow Kingdom without hesitation. He traveled across the vast landscapes of the Garden of Eternity—through mountain ranges wrapped in mist, through desolate plains where wind howled like grieving spirits, through bustling cities that whispered rumors of a demonic sect rising along the coast of the Qi Sea.

The Qi Sea itself was magnificent.

Endless waves of spiritual energy rose and fell like tides, crashing against jagged black cliffs where the Blood Devil Sect had built its headquarters. The air there smelled faintly metallic, like dried blood mixed with brine.

Rin did not reach this place easily.

On the way, he experienced adventures worthy of any so-called protagonist. He fought rogue cultivators. He saved wandering maidens. He crossed paths with divine beauties whose eyes were like autumn lakes and whose smiles lingered longer than they should have.

No matter how extraordinary his destiny was, Rin was still human. His heart fluttered. His thoughts strayed. There were nights when he found himself staring at the moon, wondering what life would have been like if tragedy had not forced him onto this path.

Ni Lua, however, remained different.

He was like a shadow with no pulse.

Unmoved by beauty. Unmoved by praise. Unmoved by temptation.

His entire existence revolved around one axis: protecting his younger brother.

By now, the narrative inside the Garden had begun to feel predictable. Wang Chen watched as Rin’s fame grew in certain regions and as his cultivation sharpened under the whetstone of revenge.

Eventually, Wang Chen found himself bored.

He had seen countless rises and falls. Seen geniuses bloom and perish. The novelty of Rin’s journey had dulled.

At this point, he almost wished Ni Lua would simply drop dead already.

Cruel? Perhaps.

But Wang Chen had been waiting for years.

Years of silent observation. Years of investment. Years of nurturing a pawn for a single moment.

Time was not something he treated lightly.

When the two brothers turned twenty, they were no longer tender youths. Both had grown into handsome young men with sharp brows and deep gazes. Their figures were tall and well-built, their presence refined through hardship.

Any lady who looked at them would flush red, hearts trembling with unspoken admiration.

Yet beauty meant nothing before fate.

The long-awaited confrontation finally arrived.

Rin, his heart filled with accumulated hatred, stormed the Blood Devil Sect headquarters alone. His sword carved through defensive arrays. His blade split open halls built from dark crimson stone. Blood splashed against pillars etched with beastly sigils.

Disciples fell one after another.

The scent of iron thickened the air. Screams echoed across the coastline.

Rin did not stop.

He injured anyone who blocked his path. Corpses piled like fallen leaves in autumn. Blood flowed through stone gutters and spilled down toward the Qi Sea, dyeing its edge faintly red.

But Wang Chen noticed something interesting.

Something that made a slow smile bloom across his face.

The True Devil.

The Monarch Blood Devil Sect Leader.

A Unity Realm powerhouse.

He was present.

Not only present—he seemed to be waiting.

Seated atop a high platform within the central hall, cloaked in dark red robes, his eyes calm and ancient, as if he had foreseen this day long ago.

This development nearly caught Wang Chen off guard.

So this is not a simple villain template.

As Wang Chen focused, information surfaced in his mind like submerged ruins rising from a dark sea.

Fate.

Karma.

Master of Destinies.

The True Devil had comprehended these laws, weaving them together to eliminate every obstacle that could hinder the revival of the beast race.

And the greatest obstacles before him were the two brothers.

Neither Rin nor Ni Lua were prepared for what awaited them.

The battle erupted.

The sky above the Blood Devil Sect darkened. Resonance-level fluctuations distorted the air. Rin, despite his monstrous talent, was still below that realm. The gap was suffocating.

Within moments, he was pushed to the brink.

His ribs cracked. Blood sprayed from his mouth. His sword trembled in his grasp. Death hovered inches from his throat.

It was then—

After years of remaining unseen—

Ni Lua stepped forward.

"Is that you, brother? How is this possible? How can you still be alive?"

Even in that desperate moment, Rin’s voice trembled.

Years had passed since he last saw Ni Lua. Yet how could he mistake him? The calm eyes. The steady presence. The familiar outline of his elder brother standing between him and annihilation.

Ni Lua did not look at him for long.

"Forgive me, Little Brother, but now is not the time for questions. Run as fast as you can."

As his voice fell, a glowing Absolute Concealment Formation erupted beneath his feet. Complex runes spun outward, forming an intricate pattern that shimmered like starlight under moonlit water.

In the next instant, Rin’s presence vanished entirely.

Under the True Devil’s sharp gaze, the space where Rin stood became empty.

Not masked.

Not distorted.

Gone.

"What a unique Dao," the True Devil’s hoarse voice echoed through the shattered hall. "Where did you learn this?"

His eyes narrowed.

For the first time, something like genuine curiosity flickered within them.

Ni Lua’s sudden appearance had surprised them both.

For years, he had existed like a phantom, hidden beneath the Absolute Concealment Formation. Even the Master of Destinies had failed to detect him.

Wang Chen was almost thrilled.

This was the ideal outcome.

But one detail bothered him.

Why didn’t Ni Lua conceal both of them?

Why only Rin?

The answer came swiftly.

A battle unfolded—brief, violent, inevitable.

Ni Lua fought with everything he had. His Dao Heart burned bright. His movements were precise. But he was still below the True Devil’s realm.

Against a Unity powerhouse, his resistance was nothing more than sparks against a hurricane.

In the end, the outcome was as expected.

Ni Lua died.

His body fell among shattered stone and blood-soaked banners. The Absolute Concealment Formation faded like mist under sunlight.

Wang Chen exhaled slowly.

Relief washed through him.

Finally.

After all these years, the moment had arrived.

His gaze shifted to the void above Ni Lua’s corpse, where a crystalline object slowly condensed.

An Enlightment crystal.

Radiant.

Dense.

Filled with Ni Lua enlightenment.

This was what he had been waiting for.

The crystal of enlightenment hovered silently, containing within it Ni Lua’s accumulated comprehension, his perfected Absolute Concealment Formation, and the countless realizations forged in shadow.

Wang Chen’s eyes gleamed.

The harvest had begun.