Chapter 5942

Malcolm dropped to one knee. Icy sweat streamed down his brow. He had kept the Door for years, yet he had never truly met the master behind it— until now.

It was only a concept, a symbol of the Laws of Reincarnation… Or so I thought.

Morven nearly sixty millennia old and undefeated by even High Immortal Realm Level Four cultivators-stood rigid. Confronted by those eyes, even defiance refused to form.

This was oppression at the level of existence itself. No thought of resistance could survive beneath it.

Again, the voiceless voice rolled through every heart. “Why have you gathered here? State your desires.”

The voice of the Lord of Reincarnation rolled across the sky like distant thunder, solemn and unhurried. Those ash-white eyes-vortices that seemed to drink in all light-drifted over the sea of cultivators below, counting every trembling soul one by one.

For a heartbeat, the Wailing Soul Plains fell into a silence so complete it felt funereal. Then, somewhere in that ocean of fear, one desperate throat found its courage and split the hush.