Chapter 5942

The Plain of Resentment fell into a surreal stillness. The echoes of fanatical shouts had faded, replaced by trembling sobs, gasps, and the quiet awe of those who had witnessed the impossible. Tens of thousands of monks remained prostrate, their foreheads pressed against the cold stone, their breaths ragged, their hearts pounding with a mixture of fear, gratitude, and uncontainable ecstasy.

The Gate of Reincarnation no longer seemed like a mere artifact—it was alive, a living law that could rewrite destiny itself. Countless souls, once on the brink of death, now pulsed with vitality. Their bottlenecks shattered, their secret injuries healed, their very essence refined; years of cultivation that had been wasted, decades of failed breakthroughs, centuries of despair—all of it had been overturned in a single wave of divine judgment.

Blood Netherworld sat up slowly, his body radiating power far beyond what it had been mere moments ago. The demonic energy within him swirled with a new clarity and purity, a level of mastery that even he, after sixty thousand years of cultivation, could hardly comprehend. His eyes were wide, dark pupils reflecting a mixture of disbelief, awe, and fear.

Zhan E knelt nearby, pale and drenched in cold sweat, his mind racing. He had long controlled the Gate of Reincarnation, had understood its mechanisms, its rules, its allure—but he had never imagined this. To witness the Lord of Reincarnation in full power was to confront a being far beyond comprehension, a presence that dwarfed even the most legendary of the Immortal Realm. Every calculation, every strategy, every manipulation Zhan E had relied on now seemed pitifully insignificant.

Even the defector monks, who had come hoping to cheat death or reclaim lost loved ones, were forever changed. Their eyes glowed with renewed vigor, their auras expanded, and the meridians within them now thrummed with energies that had once seemed forever out of reach. To them, the Lord of Reincarnation was no longer a distant concept, a philosophical symbol, or a bargaining tool—it was the ultimate law, absolute and unquestionable.

The prostration continued, the sound of tens of thousands of people bowing in unison resonating like a low, living drumbeat across the hall. Every heart beat in synchrony with the echo of the Lord’s judgment, and every mind trembled under the weight of the gaze that had just swept over them.

Finally, Zhan E dared to lift his eyes. The flames and vortexes above had vanished, yet the sense of omnipotence lingered like a storm still thrashing at the horizon. The words spoken by the Lord of Reincarnation reverberated in his mind, promising eternal life, but at a cost beyond imagination. Fear and greed tangled together, twisting through his chest as he realized the trap and the opportunity—the power he could never hope to rival, yet one he might serve if he dared.