Accidentally Reincarnated in Cultivation World-Chapter 379: Hundun – The Embodiment of Primordial Chaos

Leaf Number 7

This entire realm was saturated with Mystical Death Energy, so dense and absolute that the moment a mortal or even an Immortal set foot within it, their life would be instantly forfeited.

This was not Qi.

It could not be Qi.

The laws governing this place explicitly forbade cultivation, not merely suppressing it, but denying its very existence.

All known energies, all established systems of power, were rendered invalid here.

And yet.

Within this absolute negation, something new existed.

After all, even the strictest laws carried loopholes.

If an energy was already known, it would be rejected.

But if an entirely new form of energy was born within these constraints... could the laws still suppress it?

The answer was partially.

Not fully.

And the being who existed here was no ordinary existence.

It was an Exotic Divine Life of Heaven and Earth.

A creature born not of chance, but of mystery itself, crafted by the Heavens.

A being whose very existence was an exception.

At the center of the realm stood a massive tree, similar to the Dao Blessed Primordial Heaven and Earth Divine Spirit Tree.

Its trunk radiated ancient authority, its branches stretching into the void of death.

At its crown rested a butterfly.

Beautiful and terrifying butterfly.

Its wings were black and orange, vast beyond proportion, slowly beating as they circulated immeasurable quantities of Mystical Death Energy.

With every motion, the surrounding space subtly decayed and renewed itself, trapped in a cycle neither alive nor dead.

Geometric patterns shimmered across its wings as though rewriting their own meaning. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

The butterfly’s antennae twitched.

Once.

Twice.

Because it sensed two things that should not exist here.

It was awakened.

’...Why do I sense two of my kind entering metamorphosis?’ it thought, its awareness rippling across the realm.

Among its race, the rule was absolute.

Until one reached adulthood, they were protected by the Elders.

And since Time immemorial there were no exceptions to this rule.

Ever.

The butterfly’s wings unfurled fully.

The realm trembled.

Mystical Death Energy surged like a silent storm.

Something was happening.

And it intended to find out why.

***

Leaf Number 13

This realm was dyed entirely in blue.

An endless sky stretched in all directions, layered with drifting clouds that moved slowly, lazily.

There was no ground, no horizon, only sky upon sky, folding into itself.

And at the heart of this boundless azure resided a Dragon.

Not merely a dragon.

It was the ancestor of all Divine Dragons.

The Ancestral Primordial Divine Dragon.

Its colossal body stretched beyond mortal comprehension.

Each movement of its form caused the clouds to ripple like waves on a cosmic sea.

Its scales gleamed in three distinct hues – gold, white, and royal red, interwoven in a pattern that embodied sovereignty, detachment, and destruction.

Two long, regal horns curved from its head, ancient and majestic, bearing the authority of an existence that had witnessed the birth and fall of eras.

Slowly, its eyes opened.

They blazed like twin suns, slitted pupils burning with divine light.

"Dragon bloodline..." the Dragon murmured, its voice echoing across the sky-realm.

"And judging by its purity... its likely an Elder Dragon."

Its tone carried confusion.

Because what it sensed was not the presence of a dragonic species stepping into the Land of Mortality.

Rather, someone carried a dragon’s bloodline.

And not just any.

Two distinct lineages within that blood.

Both ancient, both special.

"How interesting..." the Dragon muttered.

An Elder Dragon Level bloodline was never meek or compliant. Such blood was proud to the point of arrogance, refusing to bow easily to anyone – mortal and Immortal alike.

And yet, here it was.

After the two resets, the Ancestral Primordial Divine Dragon was certain of one thing.

Many beings like itself had already awakened from their slumber.

All of them drawn by the same thing.

The new challenger.

The one who was supposedly meant to defeat that.

A faint, rumbling chuckle rolled through the endless sky.

"Let us see," the Dragon said slowly.

"Whether we fail again this time... or not."

***

Oblivious that countless big shots were now after him, Yu Xuan continued his walk.

"Where are we going now?" Yu Xuan asked.

"We’re close to the main camp," Shemei replied calmly.

"First, you’ll greet the Leader and obtain your qualifications. After that, your training will begin. The level of qualification you awaken will determine how to train your Supreme Will. Don’t underestimate this place, your future enemies are no joke."

Yu Xuan nodded silently.

As they continued forward, he noticed something peculiar.

There were no guards.

’Who would dare cause trouble in a place where beings like these reside?’ he thought

Before long, a massive pagoda came into view.

It towered over the surrounding land, radiating an ancient, oppressive aura – solemn, timeless, and faintly ominous.

For some reason, the moment Yu Xuan laid eyes on it, he felt like this was a prelude to some Final Boss level monster.

He shook his head and turned slightly.

"By the way," Yu Xuan said, casting a sideways glance,

"why are you still following me?"

"You have quite the imagination," Hanxu muttered.

"Why do you think we’re following you? Do you really believe we have that much free time? We’re here to meet someone as well. Now get lost!" The Asura snorted.

Before Yu Xuan could reply, the group split off, vanishing in another direction.

Yu Xuan blinked.

’Then why did they arrive here?’

Shaking off the thought, he stepped toward the pagoda.

The moment he neared its gates.

Swoosh.

The massive doors opened on their own.

Inside, the architecture was indescribably ancient.

The craftsmanship bore marks of countless eras, yet it didn’t feel decayed or dull.

Instead, every pillar, every stair, every carving carried a quiet dignity.

Yu Xuan took a few steps.

Then.

Something descended.

From above the stairway, a being floated down.

It had no fixed shape.

No face.

No defined form.

It was a manifestation of primordial chaos itself — a faceless, shapeless entity with four wings and six legs.

Just looking at the being sent a sharp pain through Yu Xuan’s head.

This was no ordinary existence.

This was Hundun – The Embodiment of Primordial Chaos.

The entity hovered before Yu Xuan.

And then.

It looked at him.

[A/N: Just search Hundun, I want you all to get an idea.]