Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

Chapter 560: THE CULPRIT

Chen Mo sat upon a grand throne carved from the finest materials the transcendent realm could offer.

The seat gleamed with polished obsidian and veins of glowing crystal, yet the once-majestic hall now reeked of blood and ruin.

At his feet lay the lifeless body of a Transcendent.

From the elegant robes and ornate jewelry still clinging to the corpse, it was clear this had been the rightful owner of the castle.

The Transcendent was not alone in death.

Scattered across the marble floor were the broken remains of several Absolutes and a handful of other Transcendents.

Their bodies lay twisted in unnatural angles, blood pooling in dark, sticky puddles that reflected the dim light from shattered chandeliers.

Chen Mo himself bore several deep cuts across his arms and torso.

Each wound still wept faintly, a testament to the fierce battle that had just ended.

Yet despite the injuries, he sat tall and composed, his overall condition strong and unbroken.

"As expected from a mystic," a smooth voice echoed through the ruined hall.

"Fighting above your level and still coming out on top. I must say, I’m impressed."

Footsteps followed the voice, slow and deliberate.

They drew closer and closer until the speaker stopped just a foot away from Chen Mo’s throne.

"I’m not in the mood for your folly, Aegon," Chen Mo said coldly, his eyes narrowing with clear irritation.

"And of course, you finally figured out a way to know who I am," the bearer of the voice replied, a hint of amusement threading through his words.

"But still, that’s no way to treat an old friend who has supported you so massively."

The speaker appeared as an ordinary-looking absolute, a lowly slave from the very house Chen Mo had just slaughtered.

His simple robes hung loosely on his frame, stained with dust and flecks of blood from the surrounding carnage.

"What do you want?" Chen Mo asked, his tone sharp and impatient.

"Like I said, I’m in a terrible mood."

"Well, as usual, I’m here to provide you with information," the slave answered smoothly.

"Including details about the very reason your mood is this dark."

"Out with it."

"The one who killed Chen Ruo, your favorite child," the slave continued, stretching his hand in a dramatic gesture of mock disbelief.

"The child who reminded you so much of the woman you loved dearly. Sad she’s dead."

"Careful," Chen Mo warned, his voice dropping to a dangerous low.

"The next trash you speak will leave you headless, and me hunting you to the ends of the world."

The slave smiled thinly but pressed on.

"Always the serious man.

The killer is someone you’ve come across before.

Apparently, you’re not the only one who repays old grudges.

His name is Aaron Highborn, a mystic, just like us."

"How?" Chen Mo demanded, gripping the armrest of the throne until the crystal cracked faintly under his fingers.

"Hmm?"

"How did he manage to kill her?" Chen Mo pressed, his knuckles whitening with restrained fury.

"It’s quite simple, really," the slave replied casually.

"Visit your origin home.

Wipe out every demonic cult member, and it’s done.

As for how he killed Chen Ruo... just like any despicable person would.

Cruel and merciless."

"Aaron Highborn, huh," Chen Mo repeated slowly, pronouncing each syllable as if committing the name to memory forever.

"Where is he right now?" he asked, his voice deceptively calm.

"That’s enough free information for now," the slave said with a sly grin.

"If you want his exact whereabouts, you’ll have to do something for me in return."

"What is it?"

"The Flame Father," the slave answered.

"The origin-rank being within our singularity."

"That’s going to take time," Chen Mo frowned, his brow furrowing deeply at the request.

"Suit yourself," the slave shrugged.

"Finding him on your own would be like searching for a needle at the bottom of an ocean."

"Fine," Chen Mo agreed after a long moment of tense silence.

"Provide the coordinates once I’m done."

"And lastly," he added coldly, "use someone more respectful next time you wish to speak to me."

Before the slave could react, his head rolled cleanly to the floor.

The body collapsed with a soft thud, neck severed in one swift, invisible strike.

With the culprit now discovered , Chen Mo let his simmering anger transform into uncontrollable rage.

He would channel every drop of that fury to sharpen his strength even further, turning grief and hatred into raw, unstoppable power.

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Aaron waited patiently in the grand palace hall, completely unaware of the invisible target now fixed firmly on his back.

His posture remained relaxed, yet his senses stayed sharp and alert for any sign of movement.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting," Chen Mo’s clone said as he appeared suddenly, standing directly before Aaron with a calm, composed expression.

"No big deal," Aaron replied smoothly.

"You came at exactly the right time."

He snapped his fingers with a crisp sound that echoed through the air.

In an instant, both their locations shifted.

The luxurious palace surroundings vanished, replaced by the empty, barren landscape of an alternate dimension within the cultivation realm.

Dry, cracked earth stretched endlessly under a colorless sky, with no life or structures in sight.

"This way you won’t have to worry about your sect," Aaron informed him, his voice carrying a quiet edge.

"Which, of course, I will destroy after I defeat you."

"Arrogance that you have every right to possess," Chen Mo replied evenly, his eyes steady.

"But this won’t be my funeral. It will be yours."

"Good. I’m looking forward to it!" Aaron roared, excitement surging through him as he exploded into motion.

He appeared behind Chen Mo in a blur, maintaining a precise distance just outside the range of Chen Mo’s arm.

The air around them felt thick with tension.

Controlling the water vapor floating in the atmosphere, Aaron willed it to explode like countless nano bombs.

The particles ignited with sudden, violent force, sending shockwaves rippling outward in a deadly storm of pressure and heat.

The water vapors detonated in a series of sharp bursts, but Chen Mo remained completely unhurt.

He had swung his sword with blinding speed, creating a perfect vacuum that pushed every last trace of the explosive vapor away from his body.

"Quick thinking!" Aaron called out, impressed.

"But even the vacuum is under my control."

He reached out with his power, intending to fold the vacuum in on itself and crush Chen Mo within it.

Yet Chen Mo foiled the plan instantly by slicing straight through the very concept of the vacuum.

His blade cut the invisible force apart, destroying Aaron’s hold on it completely and allowing him to survive what should have been sudden death.

But Aaron was far from finished.

He still had plenty left in his arsenal and intended to toy with Chen Mo a little longer.

"Super Dragon Roar!" Aaron bellowed, releasing a devastating combination of sonar blast and roaring flames that surged toward Chen Mo like a living inferno.

Chen Mo moved with incredible quickness, dodging the attack effortlessly as the flames and sound waves scorched the barren ground behind him.

For the first time, Chen Mo launched his own strike.

"Soul Severance," he called out coldly, unleashing a sharp blast aimed directly at Aaron’s soul.

The attack struck Aaron with no chance to dodge, slamming into him with full force.

Yet it caused no damage whatsoever.

Aaron simply stood there, a wry smile tugging at his lips.

"I had an upgrade the last time I suffered something like that," he said, his tone light but edged with confidence.