Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

Chapter 370: CHEN MO ATTACK

A piece of his soul that he had left with every one of his children, a safeguard woven into their essence.

It manifested as a ethereal projection, radiating the same power but tied to the summoner’s sacrifice.

It was a form of Chen Mo that none of his children ever wished to summon, even in their dying breaths, because of the implications.

The act carried a stigma, a mark of ultimate failure that severed ties and exacted a heavy toll on the summoner.

Doing so was a shame greater than any among the children of Chen Mo, because it was a dishonor and disgrace to Chen Mo and his bloodline.

The ritual demanded the utmost desperation, branding the caller as unworthy in the eyes of their heritage.

Doing so was an instant disownment. Aside that, it was also a forfeit of being a cultivator because it required the destruction of the dantian to summon Chen Mo, shattering the core of their power irreversibly.

"You are the first child to ever summon me. Not even your brother did so on his dying bed. You are hereby exiled and disowned from the demonic cult," Chen Mo declared to Chen Ye, who remained downcast.

His words fell like a final judgment, the astral form’s gaze unyielding and cold.

He stood before Chen Ye, placing his hands on the temple of Chen Ye with deliberate motion.

The touch was firm, energy flowing from his inscribed palms into the cultivator’s head, the contact sparking faint arcs of dark qi.

And mercilessly, he wiped out every information, technique, and knowledge Chen Ye had about the demonic cult, rendering him completely useless to the cult.

The erasure was thorough, memories dissolving like ink in water, leaving voids in his mind where secrets once resided.

But in return, he replaced the lost eyes of Chen Ye, restoring them with a surge of restorative energy.

The new orbs formed seamlessly, glowing briefly before settling into place, granting vision once more amid the lingering pain.

"Now speak. Why was I summoned?" Chen Mo asked Chen Ye, his tone expectant and authoritative.

"I guess I’m the reason your son summoned you," Aaron interjected with a smile, calling out to Chen Mo.

He stepped forward slightly, masking his unease with bravado, the void’s randomness seeming to quiet in the presence of the astral figure.

The smile on his face was forced, because his senses and body continued screaming at him to run away and flee from the presence of Chen Mo.

Every instinct flared, a primal warning that made his skin prickle despite his power.

"I see. So you are the reason his will was so broken. That’s commendable. But with your commendable actions, you have brought calamity upon yourself," Chen Mo replied calmly, his stunning features unchanging as he assessed Aaron.

[Aaron. You have to leave. Now! You have to escape as fast and far away as you can before he attacks!]

Aaron was caught off guard by the system’s urgent warning.

He had never heard his system warn him so frantically before, the digital voice echoing in his mind with an intensity that sent a ripple of unease through his core.

The tone of the system was one of pure concern and grave danger, laced with a desperation that made Aaron’s pulse quicken despite his usual composure.

"What’s wrong?" Aaron asked aloud, sizing up Chen Mo with his piercing eyes.

He studied the astral form carefully, noting the intricate inscriptions on the man’s hands and the mysterious sigil on his robe, the details standing out sharply in the fractured void’s erratic glow.

Aaron felt a strange resonance with Chen Mo, a subtle pull that hummed in his veins like an ancient echo.

His eyes moved subconsciously toward the arms of Chen Mo, drawn by an invisible force that hinted at shared power.

[He has the mystic arms. And he is in the paradox rank, Aaron]

The system warned Aaron gravely, its message flashing urgently in his mind’s eye, underscoring the immense threat posed by this ethereal figure.

"I also have the mystic eyes. I likely won’t lose. But there’s no harm in being careful," Aaron thought to himself, his mind racing through possibilities.

The mystic gaze in his own eyes glowed faintly, analyzing the situation with cold precision, weighing risks against his arsenal of abilities.

He decided for the first time to let caution win in his decision, a rare concession that made his chest tighten slightly with unfamiliar hesitation.

Aaron bent space around him, prepared to flee from the overwhelming presence.

The fabric of reality warped under his command, twisting like heated metal, the turbulent streams of light bending away from the distortion.

Space bent around him in an instant, the void’s chaos rippling outward in waves.

Space around Reign bent as well, the confined barrier shimmering faintly as Aaron extended his escape to include the limbless titan, ensuring no loose ends remained.

"You can never escape judgment from me. Try your best to survive this attack," Chen Mo declared calmly, swinging his sword with effortless grace.

The blade cut through the air, leaving a trail of dark energy that absorbed the surrounding luminous currents, dimming the fractured darkness momentarily.

"Soul severance," he whispered softly, but Aaron felt the chill in his heart like an icy blade piercing his essence.

The words carried an ominous weight, sending shivers down his spine despite the void’s lack of temperature.

In a split second, Aaron teleported away, barely escaping the attack that sliced through the space where he had stood.

The void trembled from the near miss, pockets of warped reality collapsing inward with faint implosions.

Or so he thought, the relief fleeting as uncertainty crept in.

"That was close. What the hell was that?" Aaron asked breathlessly, appearing within the sanctuary’s familiar confines.

The safe haven materialized around him, its ethereal walls glowing softly with protective energy, stars twinkling in the simulated sky above.

[Aaron. Try all you can to dodge the attack. Use everything within your disposition] the system advised urgently, its tone laced with escalating panic.