Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

Chapter 509: HEAVENLY DEMON

Word of his return spread like wildfire across the realms, first whispers, then shouts, then proclamations carved on jade slips and carried by flying messengers.

The cultivation world, lulled into complacency for five years, erupted anew.

Everyone spoke of Chen Mo’s emergence: the prodigy reborn, the butcher returned, the man who had walked out of a sealed Tomb stronger than ever.

No one was more shaken than Xu Canghai.

Fear gnawed at him day and night, visions of that chipped sword at his throat, of the marketplace massacre repeated on a grander scale.

But contrary to every expectation, Chen Mo did not attack outright.

Instead, he vanished again. For two full years, no news of him surfaced. No massacres. No sightings. Just silence.

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"It’s worrying," Shen Tianjin muttered, staring out over the grand hall from her elevated seat. "Chen Mo has remained inactive since his return?"

She had called an emergency alliance meeting, summoning leaders from Orthodox sects and clans.

The chamber was thick with incense and tension, jade pillars reflecting the light of floating spirit orbs, banners of ancient lineages hanging heavy in the still air.

"He must have realized the might of opposing the entire alliance," Gu Changfeng boasted, leaning back with smug confidence. "After being chased like a dog last time, he’s learned his place."

"I didn’t expect you to be that short-sighted, Gu Changfeng," Long Tianzheng, clan leader of the Long clan, said with a slow shake of his head.

"What do you mean?!" Gu Changfeng snapped, eyes narrowing to cold slits.

"Long Tianzheng is right," Bai Yushuang, matriarch of the Bai clan, agreed, her voice calm but edged.

"That man, Chen Mo, is not one who gives up on revenge."

"Why do we have to drag ourselves into this mess?" Mu Shenyuan cut in sharply, pointing an accusing finger at Xu Canghai.

"It’s all that stupid Xu Canghai’s fault. I say we let him deal with his own issues alone."

"Have you forgotten his actions at the marketplace?" Xu Canghai roared, slamming a fist on the table. "That was against everything the alliance stands for!"

He tried to frame it as a collective problem, not just his personal vendetta.

"So what?" Bai Yushuang countered coolly. "It was just an accidental killing born of rage. My Bai clan members weren’t truly affected either way."

The room quickly devolved into squabbling, blame shifting like thrown knives, voices rising over one another, old grudges resurfacing in heated barbs.

Shen Tianjin felt irritation coil tight in her chest. She opened her mouth to silence them.

Then she felt it.

A presence.

Heavy. Overwhelming. Silent as death itself.

"Who dares!!!" she roared, qi surging as she whipped around, eyes locking onto the spot where the aura had appeared.

The hall fell deathly quiet.

Every leader froze, weapons half-drawn, senses straining against the sudden, suffocating pressure.

"To easily notice my presence while the others failed to. As expected from the matriarch of divinity."

The voice rang out, calm, amused, almost playful, cutting through the squabbling like a blade through silk.

Every leader froze mid-sentence, qi flaring instinctively as they spun toward the source.

A slender young man dissolved his invisibility art, materializing at the far end of the grand hall.

He stood with a beaming smile, white hair cascading like fresh snow over his shoulders, robes of simple black silk that somehow absorbed the light of the floating spirit orbs.

His build was lean, almost delicate, yet the air around him thrummed with an unfathomable depth.

"Who are you?" Gu Changfeng demanded, pressing his qi pressure outward in a crushing wave meant to pin the intruder to the wall.

The young man didn’t flinch. The pressure washed over him like water over stone, parting harmlessly. He raised both hands in a gentle, placating gesture.

"Relax. I’m only here to deliver a message."

Gu Changfeng’s eyes widened in genuine surprise.

His qi, strong enough to make lesser cultivators kneel, had no effect. Not even a ripple in the stranger’s robes.

"What’s the message?" Shen Tianjin asked, voice steady despite the unease coiling in her gut.

She tried to read him, fate threads, aura signature, cultivation base, anything.

Nothing. It was as though the man had no fate at all. No threads. No destiny. Just... absence.

The young man’s smile widened slightly, polite yet edged with quiet confidence.

"The Heavenly Demon, leader of the Heavenly Demon Sect, has given you all a chance to save your clans and sects from absolute annihilation."

Shen Tianjin’s frown deepened. Heavenly Demon Sect? The name stirred nothing in her vast memory.

No records, no rumors, no whispers of such a power hiding in the shadows.

How could a sect with a messenger this strong exist undetected?

"Who is your sect master, and what does he want?" Xu Canghai snapped, irritation flaring into open hostility.

He still needed the alliance united.

He couldn’t afford to face Chen Mo alone, not when he had no idea how far the man’s strength had grown in five years.

"The message is simple," the young man continued, unruffled. "Soon, my sect master will move to completely destroy the Heaven’s Ascension Sect.

For the sake of the realm and its balance, he hopes the rest of you refrain from supporting Heaven’s Ascension when the time comes.

He would prefer not to destroy entire sects along with it."

"What nonsense!" Xu Canghai surged to his feet, qi exploding outward in a furious storm that rattled the jade pillars and dimmed the spirit orbs.

"You dare threaten the Orthodox Alliance?!"

The young man tilted his head, smile never fading.

"And the name of the supreme being who defies the heavens, the Heavenly Demon, is Chen Mo."

The words landed like a thunderclap in dead silence.

Then, as though he had never been there at all, the young man vanished. No ripple of qi. No fading shadow. Just... gone.

A bone-deep chill raced down Xu Canghai’s spine, colder than any winter wind.

His knees trembled for half a heartbeat before he forced them steady.

"That fool!" he roared, trying to rally the room. "We can’t allow the great Orthodox Alliance to be insulted like this! We have to crush that stupid sect when the time—"

"Xu Canghai," Shen Tianjin cut him off, voice like forged steel.

She rose slowly from her seat, aura flaring with restrained fury.

"From now on, you are on your own. The Heaven’s Ascension Sect is no longer part of the Orthodox Alliance. The alliance will not interfere in your discord."

Xu Canghai stared at her, mouth open, speechless.

The words struck harder than any blade.

The hall remained deathly quiet. No one moved. No one spoke. The weight of Shen Tianjin’s verdict settled over them like a shroud.

Xu Canghai’s face drained of color. For the first time in decades, the tyrant felt truly alone.