SSS-Rank 10x Reward System: Accepting Disciples to Live Forever-Chapter 193: True Devil

After all, Ni Lua only benefited him when he died.

Wang Chen was not going through all this trouble because he was some benevolent saint overseeing the growth of two tragic boys. He moved with purpose. Every action had a reason. Every investment demanded returns.

If Ni Lua’s death did not strengthen him, would he have bothered creating the Reincarnating Cycle at all? Would he have used something as precious as Soul Blood to carve the Nether Monarch Soul Array into the very fabric of the Nether Realm?

Soul Blood was not something one spilled casually. Each drop carried origin. Each drop cost years.

Wang Chen was not doing charity.

He needed value.

The faint warmth in his gaze slowly cooled.

A thin frost crept into his eyes.

Still, he did not interfere. He continued watching in silence, allowing fate to flow along its natural course.

After leaving the ruins of the Purple Lotus Sect, Rin wandered aimlessly through the Purple Glow Kingdom. Dusty roads stretched endlessly beneath his feet. Villages came and went. Mountain passes swallowed him and spat him out again.

All this while, he did not realize that a shadow trailed him.

Ni Lua.

Silent. Unseen.

When Rin slept beneath trees, Ni Lua remained perched high above, eyes scanning the surroundings. When Rin entered towns to purchase food, Ni Lua lingered in alleyways and rooftops. When Rin meditated, pushing his cultivation to the brink of collapse, Ni Lua stood guard like an invisible wall between him and the world.

Rin had become quieter.

Colder.

He moved like a living statue carved from grief.

The only proof that he was still human came in rare moments when his expression cracked—when a flicker of sorrow crossed his eyes as he saw a family laughing together, or when he unconsciously reached for a presence that was no longer there.

Then the mask would return.

Days turned into months.

Months into years.

With revenge as a concrete anchor in his heart, Rin’s cultivation soared at a terrifying pace. His Qi grew denser. His foundation solidified. His comprehension sharpened under the constant pressure of hatred and loss.

Before he even turned ten, he stepped into the Golden Core Realm.

A child under ten forming a Golden Core would have shaken the entire Purple Glow Kingdom had the news spread. Sects would have scrambled. Elders would have descended like vultures.

But Rin had learned.

Fame was poison.

Glory invited blades.

He cultivated in silence, hiding his aura, masking his presence. His only goal was singular and unshakable.

Revenge.

Revenge for his fallen sect brothers.

Revenge for his parents.

Revenge for the brother he believed dead.

That obsession burned brighter than any sun.

Inside the Garden of Eternity, Wang Chen watched with narrowed eyes.

Ni Lua was not lagging behind.

If anything, it was during this period that Ni Lua began to reveal something frightening.

His killing became cleaner.

More efficient.

There was no hesitation when eliminating threats that drew near Rin. No emotional fluctuation. Each assassination was precise, leaving no trace. Under the pressure of constant vigilance, his comprehension deepened at an alarming rate.

Wang Chen could feel it.

Ni Lua’s spirit was swelling.

The transformation into Nascent Soul hovered at the edge, like a blade poised to fall.

On Rin’s eleventh birthday, fate finally tightened its grip.

After years of tracking whispers and following trails soaked in blood and resentment, Rin found them.

The Blood Devil Sect.

A demonic sect that cultivated through resentment and slaughter. Their mountain stronghold reeked of iron and decay. Black banners fluttered from jagged peaks. Rivers flowing near their territory carried a faint crimson tint, as if stained by old sins.

The air itself felt heavy.

Resentment gathered like mist.

Rin stood at the base of the mountain, staring upward. His eyes were no longer those of a child. They were deep, like a frozen lake hiding something monstrous beneath.

"Blood Devil Sect..."

He whispered the name slowly, tasting it.

Behind him, hidden within layers of concealment so refined that even seasoned elders would fail to detect him, Ni Lua stood in silence.

And inside the Garden of Eternity, Wang Chen leaned forward slightly.

This was the moment.

If Rin charged recklessly, he would die.

If Ni Lua interfered too openly, his path would change.

And if Ni Lua died here...

Wang Chen’s gaze flickered.

Then the gears of calculation in his mind began to turn again, cold and precise.

Although the Seven Direction Sect was the undisputed hegemon of the Garden of Eternity, even the brightest sun was destined to sink beneath the horizon.

For hundreds of thousands of years, they had ruled without challenge. Their banners stretched across continents, their elders dictated laws, and their name alone was enough to silence dissent. But time was merciless. With no worthy enemy left, with no beasts remaining strong enough to threaten them, complacency seeped into their bones.

The beast race had been hunted to near extinction. Their dantians harvested. Their bloodlines broken. Those that remained were bred in caged farms, stripped of dignity and will. Even if they shared ancient ancestry with the primordial beasts of old, they were little more than livestock now.

With no diagnosable threat on the horizon, the Seven Direction Sect grew lazy.

And where laziness settled, corruption flourished.

Elders began indulging in physical pleasures. Positions of power were quietly sold. Talented juniors were sidelined unless they carried the right lineage or the right bribe. The once-sharp blade of the hegemon dulled, edge by edge.

Wang Chen watched all of this unfold from above. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

He was not truly the Heavens, but within the Garden of Eternity, he might as well have been. Nothing that mattered escaped his notice. He saw the rot spreading through the foundations of the Seven Direction Sect like termites through ancient wood.

Yet he did nothing.

He could not be bothered.

Empires rose. Empires fell. As long as the overall balance remained useful to him, what did it matter which banner flew at the top?

It was only natural that when one force declined, another would rise.

This time, however, it was not a righteous power.

It was something darker.

The Monarch Blood Devil Sect.

Unlike ordinary demonic factions, this sect did not merely cultivate resentment. It fed on it. Its roots were invisible, spread across cities, villages, battlefields, even broken families. Wherever despair accumulated, wherever hatred festered, their influence crept in like a shadow at dusk.

At its center stood a Sect Leader unlike any other.

A unique existence born from the collective despair of the beast race. When humanity slaughtered them for their dantians, when ancient lineages were erased, when entire ecosystems collapsed under cultivation greed, that despair did not simply vanish.

It condensed.

It fermented.

It took form.

The Monarch Blood Devil Sect Leader was the embodiment of that hatred, a will forged from extinction.

Wang Chen was aware of this from the very beginning.

After all, Rina was not left inside the Garden of Eternity for no reason. Everything that unfolded there was, to some extent, within Wang Chen’s field of vision. He might not micromanage every detail, but he saw the broader currents clearly.

Still, he did not interfere.

If the Monarch Blood Devil Sect wished to rise, let it rise.

If the Seven Direction Sect wished to decay, let it rot.

Only when something threatened his long-term plans would he act.

Just then, something subtle clicked in Wang Chen’s mind.