Chapter 302: The Six Paths Reincarnation Heavenly Art and the Grass Character Sword Art (Requesting Monthly Tickets!)

Wu Xian held the bone dice in his hand and examined it closely.

Much like its original description, this six-sided die did not feel like bone—it had a warm, jade-like texture, yet its hardness was astonishing.

Even with Wu Xian’s exaggerated strength, he could not budge it an inch; no wonder the Devouring Phoenix had held it so long without unlocking its secrets.

Of course, the main reason was its lack of education: the die clearly had six faces, a glaring hint, yet this fool bird had never once considered acting on it—so stupid it was heartbreaking.

Oh, its master Honghu was the same—two foolish birds.

Wu Xian muttered inwardly, then used his spiritual power to lift the bone dice and applied six entirely different divine arts to its six faces.

Instantly, the die’s surface blazed with light, then slowly split open from the center, revealing what lay inside.

Clearly, the bone dice was a spatial artifact similar to a storage pouch—small on the outside, yet internally vast and empty, like a star-strewn night sky, as if capable of holding an entire universe.

Wu Xian was not overly surprised; after a quick glance, his attention fixed on the dozen or so ancient animal hides inside.

These were the transmissions of the Supreme Hall, containing divine arts of pure-blooded creatures—immensely powerful, enough to serve as the foundation of major factions.

But without doubt, the most valuable among them were the Six Paths Reincarnation Heavenly Art and the Grass Character Sword Art, one of the Ten Fiendish Arts.

The Six Paths Reincarnation Heavenly Art was said to have been created by the Supreme Sovereign of the Immortal Ancient Era, the Six Paths Immortal King, and was among the most powerful ancient heavenly arts—sometimes, the “among” could be dropped entirely.

Thinking of this, Wu Xian’s expression shifted; he set aside the Six Paths Reincarnation Heavenly Art’s method and continued flipping through the ancient hides.

Finally, when he reached the last hide inscribed with the Suanni Art, a faint smile curled his lips, and he sent his spiritual sense into it, bracing himself to dodge.

Hummm—

Instantly, silver sword qi erupted from the hide, piercing through layers of outer seals, flying beyond the Bu Tian Pavilion, splitting every mountain in its path in two, then piercing through space itself until it severed a star in the depths of the cosmos.

Even Wu Xian, who had prepared himself, was utterly stunned.

Looking down, he saw the hide bearing the Suanni Art had turned to ash, revealing a silver page within, etched with mysterious patterns—a primordial rune.

Without doubt, this was the Grass Character Sword Art, one of the Ten Fiendish Arts!

The sword qi just now must have been its primordial rune’s automatic response—but it had been too violent, still potent after ten thousand years, truly terrifying.

Yet this also indirectly proved the Grass Character Sword Art’s might—worthy of its name among the Ten Fiends.

Speaking of it, the Ten Fiend known as Nine-Leaf Sword Grass was also a supreme unlucky soul.

Legend said it was a classic homebody, rarely venturing out, so no one knew whether it had ever become an Immortal King.

Its first and only strike came during the Immortal Ancient War—it was terribly unlucky, caught right where four Immortal Kings crossed realms, rooted in place with no escape, forced into a bloody battle.

Then it was gone, dead with absurd simplicity.

No one witnessed that battle; only a few powerful beings felt the boundless sword qi tear through the star sea and cleave the great cosmos, and among the four Immortal Kings, some later returned wounded, withdrawing from the war and granting the Immortal Realm a moment of respite.

Because of that battle, Nine-Leaf Sword Grass was listed among the Ten Fiends—after all, daring to fight four Immortal Kings at once, what else could be called “fiendish”?

Nine-Leaf Sword Grass: MMP! If I could run, would you still think I’m fiendish?!

Wu Xian chuckled inwardly, then quickly calmed his mind and began studying the Grass Character Sword Art and the Six Paths Reincarnation Heavenly Art.

As for the Grass Character Sword Art, for now, though due to that monkey’s influence Wu Xian was more skilled with a staff, his sword realm was no weakling, grounded in theories from multiple martial world systems.

Moreover, with his mysterious space as a cheat, Wu Xian planned to give the Grass Character Sword Art to Sword Come Wu Xian or Snow Wu Xian the next time he met them, letting them train it for him—he’d just reap the benefits for free.

As for the Six Paths Reincarnation Heavenly Art… this ancient heavenly art was vast and profound, requiring a certain realm to even begin, and needed to be combined with six other divine arts—higher the rank of those six arts, the greater the power this ancient art could unleash.

Thinking of this, Wu Xian recalled the divine arts he currently possessed—

The True Phoenix Art and Qilin Art learned from the Willow God, its own method, and the Grass Character Sword Art before him… add the future Peng Art, and that made five Ten-Fiend-level divine arts.

In other words, just one more was needed—he could then gather the six supreme divine arts and use them to wield the Six Paths Reincarnation Heavenly Art, its power surely reaching terrifying heights; not even gods or Buddhas could stand in his way, and future realm-crossing challenges would be effortless.

“I recall there’s said to be a hidden True Dragon nest in the Eight Lower Realms, and the Bird Grandpa of the Virtual Spirit Realm—I remember he’s a True Dragon too. Perhaps I can obtain the complete True Dragon Art from them.”

Wu Xian murmured, his eyes gleaming with eagerness.

…

Time flew by, and a month passed swiftly.

During this time, the Eight Lower Realms seethed with hidden currents.

There was no help for it—the disturbance at the Bu Tian Pavilion had been too great.

The Gourd Vine’s Spirit had awakened, seemingly reborn into a second life, attempting to break through to a higher level.

Simultaneously, three powerful beings of the Zunzhe rank had jointly probed—only to be repelled by an unknown force, one dead, one wounded, one submitting, shocking the world once more.

Major factions continuously exchanged intelligence, trying to uncover the identity of the mysterious power, yet found nothing, forced to wait silently for the Bu Tian Pavilion’s next move, hoping to gain firsthand news.

Inside the Bu Tian Pavilion, at the center of the garden where the Gourd Vine’s Spirit resided.

The Gourd Vine had undergone a complete transformation; compared to its lifeless state a month ago, it now seemed reborn in youth, vines writhing, leaves lush and green, brimming with vigorous life.

Moreover, its aura grew ever stronger, surrounding it with the rhythm of cosmic laws—any cultivator approaching would feel their comprehension sharpen, their cultivation accelerating tenfold.

Pulling the camera back, a figure sat cross-legged on the ground beneath the Gourd Vine.

Naturally, it was Wu Xian—now using the Three Heads, Six Arms method from the Zhu Yan, four additional arms emerging from his back, rapidly forming seals, his entire body like the embodiment of the Dao, six black holes floating around him, devouring all.

Then, from within the black holes, myriad phenomena appeared—time’s silver rain showered, reversing heaven and earth; scenes of birth, aging, sickness, death, and the myriad facets of mortal life, as if oceans turned to fields and eras changed.

Finally, more images surfaced: from the vast cosmos down to a single ant, all cycling in reincarnation; matter transforming—from dragon to dust, absorbed by plants, becoming a divine tree, and so on.

This was the Six Paths Reincarnation—the cycle of all things, contained within.

(End of Chapter)