Todos los capítulos de The Cultivator's Revenge: Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

Rayden fell to his knees, his hands clutching his head, which felt like it was about to explode. The cosmic visions he had just witnessed—the birth and death of galaxies, the cold, indifferent eternity—had cracked his very soul. The pain was beyond anything he had ever felt, a mental anguish that made all his physical wounds feel like minor scratches.In the face of that terrible majesty, his entire struggle, all his vengeance, felt so small, so meaningless. He was just a speck of dust trying to fight a cosmic storm. Pure, absolute despair threatened to drown him.But, in the middle of that ocean of emptiness, a single, tiny ember refused to be extinguished."I…" he whispered to the cold obsidian floor, his voice hoarse and broken. "…will not surrender."

The wind was an invisible beast, roaring in Rayden's ears, trying to rip away the last remnants of his consciousness. The world around him had lost its shape, becoming an abstract vortex of the purple twilight sky and the white clouds he was plummeting through at a terrifying speed. The sensation of falling was absolute and endless. This wasn't like jumping from a cliff; this felt as if he had been thrown from the very edge of reality itself, falling into nothingness.His broken body no longer sent signals of pain. His nerves were numb. All that was left was cold. The biting cold of the thin air at high altitude, the creeping cold from his shattered Dantian, the freezing cold in his heart.Empty.The thought echoed in the ruins of his mind. Where there once had been a burning sun, t

Rayden had prepared himself for eternal nothingness. But what he found was not darkness.It was silence. An absolute, oppressive silence within an endless, crimson void. There was no up or down, no walls or floor, only a sea of red that felt like dried blood.'Where am I? Is this a hell created from my own regret?' he thought.His soul, which felt like cracked glass, floated weightlessly. The physical pain was gone, but in its place, he could feel every fissure in his essence, every shattered piece of his pride. His empty Dantian felt like a black hole, a cold void at the center of his being. He was just a naked, wounded consciousness, drifting helplessly.Slowly, his perception began to adapt. The sky above was not static; it breathed, pulsing slowly with a dim red light, like being inside the heart of a giant beast. And in the center of that emptiness, there was a single structure—a throne.The throne was a monument to failure. Made of cracked and weathered obsidian, it was the skel

A beast resembling a shadow panther, its body sleek and its muscles rippling under the moonlight, stepped out of the darkness. Its long, curved fangs were not made of bone, but of gleaming, raw obsidian crystal. It was the Crystal Fang, the apex predator of this forest sector. It let out a low growl, a sound felt more as a vibration in the ground than a noise in the air.Its feral yellow eyes lit up as it stared at the helpless body at the bottom of the crater. It sniffed the air deeply, its tongue flicking out."A delicious aura, so pure and rich," a hoarse, greedy voice echoed, not from a mouth, but directly in the minds of the other predators that had begun to gather behind it. "And helpless. Like a ripe fruit fallen from a heavenly tree. He is mine."The pack, a mix of shadow wolves and strange reptiles, could only swallow in silence, not daring to dispute the alpha's claim. The Crystal Fang did not wait any longer. With a powerful, graceful leap, its black body shot through the a

On the verge of consciousness, that one word still echoed in Rayden's mind, an echo from the red nightmare world he had just left. "Heir…"He opened his eyes slowly. The simple act felt like lifting two great stones from the bottom of the ocean. His vision was blurry, filled with dancing spots of light. He didn't see the purple sky from which he had fallen, nor an eternal darkness. What he saw was the ceiling of a cave, overgrown with a soft, phosphorescent green moss that emitted a calm, living light.The air around him was warm and humid, filled with the scent of damp earth after a rain, calming wild herbs, and a life energy so pure it felt like a blanket on his skin. He tried to move, just an inch, but a deep, dull pain screamed in every fiber of his body.He was alive.The realization hit him, not with relief, but with a cold, nauseating wave of despair. 'Alive?' he thought bitterly. 'For what? To be a spectacle? To crawl through the rest of my life as a crippled loser?' He would